Lee Han had no idea.
He didn’t realize just how incredible it was to receive such affectionate loyalty from a griffin. ‘This guy...!’ Professor Lightning Steps choked in frustration.
Lee Han, with a worried expression, picked up the professor’s pipe and handed it to him, asking, “Did you swallow something wrong?”
“No!” Who was worrying about whom here? Professor Lightning Steps calmed himself and spoke again. “How about being a little kinder?”
“How... how much kinder can I be here?” Lee Han replied, his voice slightly flustered.
His tone was so sincere that even Professor Lightning Steps had nothing more to say.
The students didn’t know, but Professor Lightning Steps had been keeping a close eye on the stables.
He had entrusted his precious horses—no, the freshmen—to these iron-headed kids, so this much was to be expected.
And Lee Han had truly been diligent in taking care of the griffin.
It wasn’t easy for a young noble from a prestigious family to be so sincere.
Saving its life had played a part, but the affection and care Lee Han had shown beforehand had also helped the griffin open its heart.
...
But that was one thing, and not trusting the griffin now was another.
“Is there something wrong with the way I feed or groom it?”