[Yesterday]
After the storm had passed, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Though fear still lingered on their faces, none dared to speak of it. Once the tornado vanished, Griffin delivered Roc's corpse to Luna—but was immediately scolded for casting a large-scale spell that devastated the surroundings. Griffin could only hang his head like a child being scolded by his mother.
"But... good job. You didn't let him escape," Luna said.
Griffin lifted his head with a cheerful expression and rubbed it affectionately against Luna.
QURURUU!
"Good boy, Griffin..."
Still, calling him "Griffin" all the time didn't feel right. She needed a real name.
"…"
After a moment of thought, Luna smiled.
"Griffa! Yes, from now on, your name is Griffa. How's that?"
Griffa roared gleefully into the sky.
Her fur felt soft and gentle as it brushed against Luna. Though she appeared tame, her presence made everyone—both the Black Iron Spears and the bandits—stay on edge.
"Lady Luna…"
