The Wyverns original disposition was that they could take to the sky.
Their inherent specialty was aerial combat, while Geumini was to shoot arrows.
They noticed that the Monsters in the North were stronger, so they fought with the mindset of defending their territory.
The territories of Morata!
They lived everyday while hunting Monsters.
When they were first granted life, their levels were around 323.
They battled against the Legion of Immortality, and with the Northern Expedition, they fought against the Bone Dragon!
While experiencing most of their battles with Weed, their levels also reached the 360's.
Facet accumulated on their lustrous wings and such effects. Their bodies were scarred, giving them an imposing appearance.
“Well, it’s not like you’re severely obese or anything. It must have been hard during the time I wasn’t around.”
Weed carefully applied bandages to cover up the inscribed wounds they received during those time.
“Kkyakkkyakkkyak!”
The Wyverns thanked frivolously as he rub their bodies.
The clothing he made for them to cope with the cold of the North from Wolf Leathers had become tattered.
However, comparing to the Monsters that did not have the armor, the Wolf Leather clothing gave them a considerable effect. They boast significant help in tight victories against other sizable Monsters in their territorial disputes.
Weed spoke faintly while collecting the Wolf Leather clothing that had severely past their expiration date.
“You must have had a lot of troubles. Eat more.”
The happy Wyverns showed extreme elation to the Weed who had returned!
They had thought with his homecoming, so would the abuse and smacking, but this was really a good thing.
‘The owner has become a human now.’
‘I knew that he was not a rude master.’
The affinity of the Wyverns seemed to have risen dramatically.
Wah-sam turned around and extruded his back.
“Master, if you want to ride, ride on my back. Is there a place where you want to go?”
“There is so let’s finish it here.”
Weed immediately got on Wah-sam’s back.
“The goal is southward. It is now time for a trip!”
Whenever the Wyvern flapped his wings, Weed climbed higher and higher into the sky.
Daylight was fading away far behind the sky, and they flew in the night sky among the scattering stars.
Kureungreung-kwagwagwang! Kwangkwang!
They flew into an area where a bunch of clouds suddenly amassed, pouring rain and thunderbolts struck.
In the cold rain, Weed and the Wyverns’ bodies were soaked.
The frustratingly rain continued to pour; falling onto some brightly lit nameless villages and castle.
The lush weeds’ bodies tilted to the will of the wind, while the rain was stirring on the surface of the river.
The risen river flooded to and fro at a place where fishermen congregated.
Members of hunting parties, as well as individual Adventurers could be seen running through the prairies.
Hanttam. Hanttam.
Weed was sewing while seated on the back of the Wyvern.
He was creating new armor for the Wyverns by recycling the torn Wolf Leather they were using.
He was hard at work without a care in the romanticism of the splendor of Mother Nature!
Only Weed could understand his sentiment.