Continuing to walk towards the place where I last saw the wyvern and listening to the forest, I heard trees breaking and the stomping of feet in the same direction where I was moving.
I had no way to determine how many monsters were heading only from my side towards the wyvern, the rain became more and more intense, the hood that I was wearing flew off and my hair became wet, I felt the water penetrate under my clothes.
Trying not to pay attention to these unpleasant sensations, I continued to run towards the wyvern.
I didn't want to be late and see her being devoured by the monsters and animals of this forest. At some points I had to slow down when faced with an inconvenient road or a large puddle.
The closer I got to the place where the wyvern fell, the more sounds of monsters heading there became greater. From the sounds that I was able to hear, some monsters were already fighting among themselves.
Thinking about what to do with the monsters and animals that run to the wyvern, I could only leave them to their tormentors and fight against the wyvern myself. I understood that this was risky for an ordinary student, no matter what class he studied in.
And most likely hopelessly, but I differed from ordinary stufons not only in my magic but also in who I was. I had no illusions that the battle against even a wounded wyvern would be easy.
I didn't have time to find out anything at the academy about the weak points of these monsters, fearing that such questions would attract unnecessary attention from professors or even deans.
For them, I was an incomprehensible half-elf who possessed the disappeared magic of darkness, and most likely they did not allow me to go on this task if they knew what I was up to.
And not only them, but also Keirin tried to dissuade me from such a risky step. Approaching closer and closer to the place where the wyvern fell, I felt my heart starting to beat faster and faster, I no longer paid attention to the rain that poured down on me without leaving a single dry place.
My hair, which was tied in a ponytail, was now loose and some tried to block my view. I began to hear the roar of a wounded wyvern and the stomping of monsters approaching it.
I didn't have the opportunity to stop to catch my breath or think about tactics for fighting her or examine the wyvern. I remembered one moment after a meal in the castle where all the princes and princesses were there.
Father looked at us with his frowning gaze and then cleared his throat, attracting everyone's attention.
Making sure that everyone was looking at him, leaving the food alone, he leaned his elbow on the table, it was clear from his face that he was serious.
- What do you think is most important for a warrior before and during battle? - His rough voice full of strength was heard.
Everyone who was sitting at the table looked at him with incomprehension, except for our mother, who only smiled when asked.
Like him, the empress looked around her children with interest, waiting for who would be the first to say what, in their opinion, is the most important thing for a warrior.
The silence continued; many princes and princesses glanced at each other, calling for some kind of answer, but no one succumbed to the calls.
Everyone knew what would happen to those who gave the correct answer. I was lucky that day; I was still small and therefore few people paid attention to me.
When my father got tired of the silence, he turned his gaze to our mother, who only nodded at his question, which in his eyes was addressed to her.
- Remember, for a warrior, a cold mind should always come first. Otherwise, emotions will take over the warrior and he will die even if he was stronger than his opponent. One mistake can cost you your life. Remember this for the rest of your life. - Father addressed us in a stern voice, looking around us.
Remembering that day and my father's words about the warrior, I tried to calm down in order to think about my actions and how not to die.
I was already close to the place where the wyvern fell; fallen trees and a roar were visible that came from the center where it fell.
This roar was the answer of the monsters and animals that were rushing here, examining the place where I was now, I had the opportunity to see trees falling from different sides approaching the wyvern.
I didn't have the opportunity to fight against so many monsters and wyverns at once; I could only rely on my tormentors and my supply of mana.
While they restrain the monsters, I will have to kill the wyvern and make it my tormentor. Continuing to run, not paying attention to the puddles and dirt under my feet, I came closer and closer to the center where the wyvern was located.
I already heard her beating her wings trying to fly up and these attempts caused her to roar about the impossibility of rising into the sky.
I only had to take a couple more steps when I called the tormentors and ordered them to guard the center where the wyvern and I were located.
I didn't need to hear confirmation that they would do this; each of them quickly dispersed in different directions and stood waiting for the monsters.
Trying to calm my thoughts, I began to enter the place where the wounded wyvern was. I saw trees and dirt on which the blood of a wounded wyvern was visible. Turning my gaze to her, I examined her with interest.
One of the attributes of the emblem of the Cray Empire was a dragon; I was interested in how similar wyverns are to their older relatives.
The wyvern was larger than I thought from what I saw in the sky. Like her older relatives, she had golden eyes that looked at me without fear.
Her muzzle was less elongated than the dragon that was on my family's coat of arms. As I noticed, the nose was served by two holes above the jaws. Along her muzzle, from her jaw, there were large spikes resembling spears aimed at the ground.
Where I expected to see ears there were scales that covered thin skin. Above the forehead, more spikes formed a strangely resembling crown.
The color of her scales was dark red, as I understood, she had a weak talent for fire magic. Unlike dragons, they had a weak talent for magic.
Turning my gaze to her folded wings, I noticed that one of them was heavily charred. Was she struck by lightning and that's why she fell in the forest?
The wyvern did not try to hide her wounds or attack me, for her I was not dangerous as she thought and therefore allowed me to examine her.
I had no idea how to fight her, and I began to hear the roar of monsters and animals that my tormentors were fighting against.
The rain that did not stop falling could no longer harm me. Throwing back my disturbing hair, I took out a sword and shield from storage and began to walk quickly towards the wyvern.
She watched me approach her, a faint smoke escaping from her nose. I got the feeling that she was amused.
Her muscles under her scales began to tense, under her gaze I approached her front paws which were a suitable target for me to assess her defenses.