Finally, with sweat beading on his forehead, he ran to the griffin's side, and the unexpected conflict was ultimately stopped in time by Leon.
"Stay calm, these people aren't enemies..." Leon soothed the griffin with gestures and drawings, eventually smoothing down the bristled plumage around its neck.
"Big brother! Big brother!"
Leon turned his head upon hearing the call.
He saw a little girl sitting on the back of a horse ridden by an old nobleman clad in armor, waving and shouting towards them.
Upon closer look,
It was the brown-haired little girl they had rescued from the hands of mercenary thugs at the Windmill Mill just yesterday.
She was still wearing the outer clothes and trousers that Leon and his two companions had taken off and given to her that day, which made her easy to recognize.
Little Lina stopped waving and turned to point, saying, "Lord Trosa, that's one of the three foreign big brothers who saved me yesterday."
