Arthur’s heart ached for him even more, and he quickly said, “Alright, alright, we won’t fly anymore. Let’s practice again tomorrow.”


  “Screech~” Right let out a thankful breath. It was true he didn’t dare to try it again.

  At the same time, Left, who was in the City of Beastmen, was also learning to fly under his daddy’s guidance.

  After Muir returned home, he brought Left to stay on a big tree near the stone castle.

  It was time for their meal, but Muir didn’t pass the food to Left like he usually did. Instead, he stood far away on the very edge of the branch.

  His body swayed as the wind blew, but his center of gravity was very steady. He naturally emitted the disposition of a strong beastman.

  Muir wore a solemn expression as he stepped on prey that had died completely. He looked at Left in the nest, looking like he was waiting for the meal to start.

  Left looked at the food, then at his daddy. He let out a cry to ask for help. “Screech~”


  Muir didn’t make a sound. He moved the prey further out, and it looked like it was going to drop off.

  Left gulped and was finally willing to move his short legs and come out from the nest, standing on top of the not-so-thick branch.

  Not bad. Muir felt satisfied as he looked at Left walking over carefully. He then suddenly threw the prey off the tree.

  The prey plunged from a height of over 100 meters and only fell to the ground after very long. A vague “bang” of something falling to be heard could be heard.

  “Screech?” Left looked at the small hint of gray color on the ground. He could even see blood seeping out, leaving him even hungrier. He gulped again.

  Muir watched quietly from the side. When he saw that Left didn’t show any reaction after very long, he said coldly: [Are you still unwilling to move? Then, you can forget about eating today.]

  After saying that, Muir flew off mercilessly in the stone castle’s direction.

  He had to cook for An’an today. There was only Curtis and himself at home now, and they took turns to prepare food for the children. Therefore, there wasn’t any conflict between them.

  He was really…… gone.

  Left opened his beak, then looked at the food on the ground.

  The three leopard cubs had their eyes set on his food and ran toward it.

  “Gah!” Left was anxious. He kicked his legs and jumped off the branch.

  Muir landed on the roof of the castle. He didn’t go off to prepare food right away but continued to keep an eye on Left, watching as he tried to fly.

  Left was very anxious in the beginning, his body plunging like a kite whose string had snapped. He flapped his lush wings and made flapping sounds as his wings clashed with the air.

  Finally, Left found the rhythm of the airflow as he plunged, spreading his wings and stopped moving recklessly. He finally stabilized himself and glided steadily.

  This feeling felt amazing. Left immediately fell in love with flying and even temporarily forgot about the food at the bottom.

  The leopard cubs were also attracted by the little eagle in the sky. They opened their almond-shaped eyes and made a “wow” shape with their mouths.

  They knew Left and thus were surprised to see that he knew how to fly. They suddenly felt like climbing and learning how to fly as well.

  Left glided and landed on the ground. He was still too young and didn’t have enough strength and technique. The moment he landed, he almost plunged, and with a “bang”, he fell facedown.

  Muir flapped his wings and flew toward him, landing quickly and steadily. Left was awed.

  His daddy was so amazing!

  “Screech!” Muir stroked Left’s body with his wing, feeling consoled. He looked toward the prey that had its stomach smashed, gesturing toward it.

  The leopard cubs were no longer close to the food. They had changed their minds and went climbing the tree. When Muir looked over, he just happened to see the cubs jumping off from the shortest branch in succession.

  Muir was rendered speechless.