Returning home with the Grand Guardian had at least one advantage—it didn't take much time on the road.
Griffins had tremendous carrying capacity. Even fully armed heavy knights could be carried into supersonic charges, with enough strength left to protect them from the wind.
The Grand Guardian's griffin, Philip, carried the three of them on its back while also carrying Iver's wheelchair... It wasn't even flying at full speed, yet it soon carried them home.
It was Iver's first time riding a griffin. He couldn't help sighing, "Griffins really are incredibly powerful..."
It felt like speeding at full throttle—and without having to worry about crashing.
No wonder Hai Na talked about her griffin, which still hadn't been delivered, every day.
George had invited Iver on a sudden whim, which was why David hadn't known Iver was coming. He didn't even know Iver had returned... So when he saw Iver, he froze for a moment.
"Dad, did you rescue Mr. Moriarty?"
David's voice was full of worry.
The Grand Guardian raised an eyebrow.
You little brat, you're not even pretending anymore?
If I really had rescued Iver, then who exactly are you worried about?
"No, I escaped on my own. Or rather, she let me go."
Iver spoke gently as he climbed down from the griffin himself, then walked over and sat in his wheelchair.
"Huh?"
David froze for a moment. "You can actually walk...?"
"David!"
Seeing that his son was being somewhat rude, George immediately frowned and scolded him.
"It's all right, Your Excellency the Grand Guardian."
Iver patiently explained, "Before I was attacked, someone had already helped treat me. She was the one who helped me drive off those assassins. I've mostly recovered. My legs are still a little weak, so I can't walk very steadily... I should be