The Thoughts of All Sides

Emily, David's griffin, was very dissatisfied when she realized that David wouldn't be taken along this time.

She bit David's arm and dragged him along, flapping her wings against David body.

"Why..."

David, somewhat troubled, was being pulled along by her, his steps faltering. "Don't do this, Emily... don't do this..."

Although Emily did not use force and did not hurt David.

But Emily's mother, Angelica, flew over immediately.

The majestic White Griffin lowered its body and emitted a long, menacing growl, as powerful as a lion's roar.

Emily reluctantly opened her mouth slowly.

When Angelica saw Emily let go, she grabbed Emily by the base of her wing, dragged her aside, and slapped her head with her paws. Every time Emily tried to escape, she was gently swatted back with her wing. Only after teaching Emily a lesson until she slunk away in a ball did Angelica slowly sway away.

Emily's father—a taller White Griffin —waited silently beside the Grand Guardian, watching everything without moving or uttering a word.

Griffins grow up, train, and fight alongside their human companions.

If you spend decades together like this, your personality will become more and more like that of your human partner.

The primary mission of the Sky Knight is to raise their own griffins. They die quickly, but the griffins they raise, with their long lifespans, can live for a very long time.

Pureblooded White Griffin are powerful and intelligent, a race blessed by the Silver Crowned Dragon. As darlings of the Path of Authority, they are born with Wind Attribute, capable of manipulating storms and lightning. They can even learn multiple human scripts and languages, and are far more intelligent than many humans.

However, they cannot dream—just like other extraordinary beings who cannot dream, they cannot delve into the path to advancement.

The close relationship between griffins and their companions allows them to benefit from the Path Power and grow together. This symbiotic relationship is similar to that between humans and manticores in the desert.

"You have to educate her, David."

Angelica said to David with some dissatisfaction, "You spoil Emily too much. This will give her bad habits."

"When she tries to hurt you in any way, you have to say no loudly. Otherwise, she will always take it for granted and think that you don't really care. You have to explain to her what you can and cannot do—even if she gets impatient, you have to make it clear to her. You are her partner, and she will respect your opinion."

Wild animals generally enjoy roughhousing as a form of hunting training, but proud purebred griffins disdain such play. They are able to hone their bodies and utilize various skills with intelligence comparable to humans.

Although griffins can only speak after reaching adulthood... they can actually understand what they hear and see before that. They just can't speak.

Young griffins are not fully developed intellectually, and their animalistic instincts are more prominent, making them more mischievous. Emily, for example, is like a human child who has just started elementary school. This is the age when they might recklessly hurt others or act recklessly when playing with their companions and siblings.

At this point, the griffin is actually the most dangerous... because this "child" who knows nothing has the innate ability to easily tear apart Third Level superhuman.

In the wild, these educational responsibilities are usually the responsibility of parents, but nowadays they are generally taken over by their human companions.

"Actually, I really don't care if she bites me..."

David felt a pang of sympathy as he looked at Emily huddled in the corner, looking pitiful.

He was about to reach out and touch her as a form of comfort when Angelica saw through his plan. She grabbed David by the back of the neck and flung him upwards.

A gust of air lifted David up, making him float effortlessly into the air. He was then safely caught by a White Griffin that took off with him.

"Let's go, Philip."

Seeing Angelica catch David, George said in a deep voice, "113 Green Vine Avenue."

"OK."

A deep, reliable voice rang out.

Angelica spoke in a gentle voice, but her words were anything but friendly. "Nadia, teach Emily a lesson. She dared to bite David; is she going to eat people next time?"

Emily whimpered, clearly understanding. But unable to speak, she anxiously circled around.

"Leave it to me, you guys go ahead."

Nadia nodded, then added with concern, "Take good care of David, Angela!"

"No problem, sister."

The white griffin replied.

The next moment, a storm swept in and a hurricane roared—

The griffin's claws can catch the strings of a storm. Despite its enormous size, it can fly at incredible speeds with ease. It disappears in the blink of an eye with barely a flap of its wings.

Seeing her mother leave, Emily snuggled up to Nadia and rubbed against her affectionately, making soft, whimpering sounds.

Nadia wasn't harsh at all.

Unlike her attitude when scolding David, she simply tapped the little griffin's forehead with amusement when speaking to Emily.

"Now you're acting all cute? You know you did something wrong? Will you dare to do it again next time?"

With each sentence she spoke, she gently tapped Emily's forehead.

Nadia knew Emily wouldn't hurt David, but she still needed to give her a warning.

Emily licked her fingers, then leaned against Nadia and rolled over onto her stomach.

Even as a cub, Emily was 1.78 meters tall when lying down. She was like a big lion, yet she loved to act cute like Little Cat.

Nadia vigorously rubbed the soft hair on Emily's belly with both hands—a soft belly so large that one could lie down on it. Then she smiled and touched Emily's chin.

"Come on, let's eat some meat. The Silver and Tin Palace sent over some fresh lamb today, and George saved one for you."

Nadia patted Emily: "You're growing, eat more."

Emily immediately perked up, flipped herself up nimbly, and followed closely behind Nadia.

On the other side.

Princess Isabel, who was in class, was quite worried when she thought about the news she had heard that morning.

She listened to the music theory she already knew and looked up out the window.

—It's not that I'm worried about Iver.

Despite some worry... her overwhelming feeling was trust. Isabel believed that Iver would definitely return safely.

What truly worried her was Yulia.

Fortunately, Yulia had already been brought home by him, otherwise she might have been in trouble that day too.

Iver might be able to return, but with Yulia involved, that's uncertain. Besides, Yulia clearly adores her brother and seems so frail. If she were to learn of Iver's accident, she might faint.

What should I do? Maybe I shouldn't tell her the truth at all...

But how long can we hide her? If we just leave her in the palace like this, the child will get suspicious... after all, she's so clever. She'll inevitably wonder if something happened to Iver, and why he hasn't come to pick her up for so long.

What should she say then? Isabel stared blankly at the Deep Blue sky, mentally rehearsing all the possible scenarios and considering how she should handle them and answer different questions.

Meanwhile, in the Silver and Tin Palace, Yulia was sitting obediently in Isabel's room reading a book.

Yanis sat on the ground nearby, drawing Yulia with great interest.

She had originally intended to paint a portrait of Yulia, after all, the child was exceptionally adorable—even by elf standards, Yulia could be considered beautiful.

But Yulia was, after all, a guest. Yanis worried she might be bored, so she let her read a book. This way, she could draw Julia's profile... Yulia's profile was quite pretty.

I'd heard before that Yulia was the Phantom Demon Egg, but upon closer inspection, she wasn't at all. She was simply chronically weak, possessing a fragile detachment from the world, a sense of alienation that made her seem out of place. She seemed to sit there quietly, yet also as if in another world. Only through a mirror could one see her.

This gave Yanis a rare moment of inspiration.

She decided to paint a picture of Yulia —she hadn't painted seriously in a long time.

As for Iver's safety... Yanis wasn't worried about that at all.

When she first heard about Iver's incident, she had already searched for his portraits in various places. Knowing who Iver was close to, she went directly to Bishop Mathers's house and, sure enough, found Iver.

Then she found Meg and the president from Lloyd's's. By this point, she roughly knew what Iver's plan was.

Meg wasn't necessarily worried because of Iver' disappearance—that old lady was shrewd; she just liked to play dumb.

In Yanis's view, she was probably planning to use this opportunity to put pressure on the Round Table Hall. And the best tool for that was Lloyd's.

But having witnessed everything, Yanis had no intention of saying or doing anything... At most, she would mention to Sofia that she shouldn't worry too much.

Queen Sophia had long been interested in this young man—because of his achievements, his name, and also because of Isabel.

Yanis's only worry was Yulia.

It was this little girl, however, that Yanis couldn't quite understand. That sense of fragility made it impossible for her to fathom her true thoughts...

But what does it matter to her? She's here in Avalon for tourism anyway, so it's better if there's a good show to watch.

"I hope they don't ruin the painting when they start fighting..."

Yanis muttered to herself.

If the portrait is damaged, she won't be able to see the live broadcast.

Yulia, however, was looking at the book, but was completely preoccupied with something else—

She wasn't worried about her brother.

Because of the subtle connection she had with the Paradox Flame Butterfly, she could even vaguely sense Iver's location.

... But how can she appease Isabel without ruining her brother's plans if Isabel is in a hurry? She needs to come up with a solution before Isabel gets home.

Yulia fell into deep thought.

A little late, the update is complete! Thanks to Nuanyang 1314 for feeding Baiyinmeng! Thanks to Nuanyangju for the reward, thank you, Meow!