David was clearly quite curious about Iver.
Yesterday, Iver had just escaped, and George had said he needed to rest, so he had not let David disturb Iver... Thus, David had quietly held himself back until the next morning.
After completing his morning training and eating breakfast, he immediately ran off to find Iver.
Iver sat in his wheelchair, gazing through the window at the winter courtyard outside. The dead leaves on the ground had been cleaned up by the servants. The white gryphon was repeatedly running and flying with his daughter.
Emily clearly had not yet mastered the gryphon's instinctive technique of manipulating the atmosphere as though plucking the strings of a harp. When she sprinted and flew, she stirred up visible storms and produced enormous "bang bang" noises, messing up her own feathers.
The other gryphon beside her was faster—it could vanish in an instant, then appear again. Yet not only was there not a single feather out of place on its body, it was also completely silent throughout. It did not stir up any storms, nor did it even shake the tiny branches beside it.
"That's a gryphon's instinctive technique." Seeing that Iver seemed rather curious about it, David spoke up. "Father said that if humans obtained Storm Affinity above the Third Level, perhaps they could do this too."
"What about you?"
Iver turned around and asked with a gentle smile, "Is your Path Trait also Storm Affinity?"
"No, mine is Lightning Affinity."
David shook his head and answered honestly, "Father said that if I were a warrior or a swordsman, I could do whatever I wanted. The Promotion Ritual only gives us Path Traits that suit us well enough, and following our true nature wouldn't make us weak either. But I'll become a soldier in the