Arthur's heart ached for him even more, and he quickly said, "Alright, alright, we won't fly anymore. Let's practice again tomorrow."
"Screech~" Right let out a thankful breath. It was true he didn't dare to try it again.
At the same time, Left, who was in the City of Beastmen, was also learning to fly under his daddy's guidance.
After Muir returned home, he brought Left to stay on a big tree near the stone castle.
It was time for their meal, but Muir didn't pass the food to Left like he usually did. Instead, he stood far away on the very edge of the branch.
His body swayed as the wind blew, but his center of gravity was very steady. He naturally emitted the disposition of a strong beastman.
Muir wore a solemn expression as he stepped on prey that had died completely. He looked at Left in the nest, looking like he was waiting for the meal to start.
Left looked at the food, then at his daddy. He let out a cry to ask for help. "Screech~"