"Hudson, you lucky brat. Even I, a Great Knight, haven't managed to get a magical beast as a mount, yet you somehow got an Earth Bear as yours."
Chers said enviously.
It was not that he could not obtain a magical beast. The real issue was that not every magical beast was suitable as a mount. Size, combat strength, and whether it could be tamed all had to be considered.
Many low-level magical beasts were not even as useful as warhorses. The warhorses used by nobles now were not ordinary wild horses either, but the offspring of crossbreeding with magical beasts.
Their explosive power and endurance had both improved greatly. It was said that the finest among them could even rival magical beasts.
"Uncle Chers, it was all luck. I never expected that I'd run into an Earth Bear just from taking a stroll. By a fortunate coincidence, we formed a contract."
Hudson said with exaggerated modesty.
No one was stupid. Anyone who actually believed a story about "walking out the door and picking up a magical beast" had water in their brain.
The Southeast Province was flat, fertile, and densely populated, with few towering mountains. There were scarcely any magical beasts to begin with, let alone a high-level magical beast like an Earth Bear.
Still, since Hudson did not wish to explain, no one was in a position to press him. After all, they only shared a bit of camaraderie as colleagues. They called each other uncle and nephew with great enthusiasm, but their actual relationship had not reached that level.
Basking in the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, Hudson was in genuinely high spirits. Mediocrity never inspired envy; such things were unavoidable.
Hudson liked to keep a low profile, but his strength simply would not allow