"Or should I call you Fangryphon’s Black-and-White Lily now? Hmm, that sounds a bit strange. Fangryphon is technically just a family name, but… since it already sounds like a title, adding another one on top of it makes it feel like you’ve got two epithets stuck together.”

“Maybe it’s because of the sight of Sylvia riding the gryphon earlier.”

Alice, who had been quietly listening to our conversation, finally spoke up.

“The name ‘Fangryphon’ comes from Old Imperial and means ‘leader of the gryphons.’ It can also mean ruler.”

Snort.

A loud sound, like someone blowing their nose, interrupted us.

I looked up to find the gryphon staring down at me. It was sitting in that loaf-like position cats often take, but its head was held high, gazing at me with an almost comically haughty expression.

That noise just now—if I had to guess—was probably the gryphon’s equivalent of a scoffing laugh.@@novelbin@@

…By the way, are you not going home?

Even after the battle ended, it had stayed behind, sitting behind me, listening in on our conversation. It was starting to feel oddly out of place.

If it was just going to linger like this, why bother flying off earlier?

Had it been waiting for just the right moment to appear? Holding back until the most dramatic timing? I had assumed that it had only entered after the goddess’s barrier disappeared because it couldn’t cross it before. But now, I was starting to rethink that.

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