Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Left didn’t mind and just flapped his wings as he cried out, “Screech screech screech~” [It’s not a big deal. We can continue playing after he flies down.]
He then raised his head innocently, waiting there without moving.
The leopard cubs still remembered how long it took before Left jumped down for the first time, thus they didn’t really believe him. After waiting for a while and not seeing Right coming down, they went off to play on their own.
Howl! [Many more birds have come!]
The leopard cubs instantly let go of their regret at losing their companion as they pounced on the birds excitedly.
Right had no fear of heights when he was young. He didn’t feel scared even when he swayed standing on the edge of the cliff. Now that he had grown older, he was no longer as ignorant. He felt scared after having experienced the horror of falling off the cliff.
The moment he entered the nest, he squatted in the very center.
The branch the nest was resting on wasn’t thick. When a gust of wind blew, the nest would sway together with the branch, giving Right the delusion that he was going to fall off.
“Screech!” Right cried out pleadingly toward his father.
Muir kept a straight face and said, [Jump off from here.]
Right gulped, then moved toward the center, appearing that he wasn’t going to move no matter how the wind blew.
[It has been many days since Left learned how to fly. You’re stronger than him, and your body is long prepared for flying,] Muir said in a deep voice.
What difference was this from being thrown off the cliff by the necrophagous eagles? But… standing at a great height and being blown by the strong winds that would only be present at a great height, his memories suddenly became clearer.
He recalled that when he had spread his wings that day in midair, he had experienced an amazing feeling. It was as if… he was flying.
However, the truth told him that it was just a delusion. He had been very stable, but when he landed, he still dropped down to the ground like a rock. Thankfully, the grass cushioned his fall and he only fell unconscious.
But his daddy said this was how Left learned to fly. Why was it that he hadn’t learned how to fly when he fell off? Could it be that Arthur’s guess was right? He was really… born unable to fly?
“Screech screech screech screech screech screech screech!” Right felt sad as he told his daddy what Arthur had told him.
“Coo!” Muir suddenly had the impulse of slapping the little eagle to death with his wing. However, he tried to hypnotize himself: This isn’t my child. This isn’t my child.
After saying this over ten times, he managed to suppress the urge of killing the little eagle.
[I’m telling you to go down! So just do it!] Muir lost his patience. He grabbed Right and then tossed him off from the top of the tree.
Gah!
Right let out a high-pitched agonizing cry in the air, causing all the beastmen nearby to stop and look toward the black ball in the air.
Bai Qingqing’s attention was also drawn by the cry. She held onto a piece of charcoal and ran out anxiously.
“Is it Right?” she subconsciously asked. Could it be that Right was bullied by the other children?
Right plunged for a few seconds before he flapped his wings anxiously. He flapped them so quickly that he dropped a lot of feathers. However, the feathers just swayed in the air before being left far behind by their owner. They then drifted away with the wind.
Right flapped his wings for a while but didn’t have the feeling of flying. He threw an anxious glance toward the ground, feeling even more anxious. He flapped his wings even faster, but that only made more feathers fall off.
Bai Qingqing noticed that something wasn’t right and came running over, calling out loudly, “Muir?”
“Screech—” Muir replied from the branch, then jumped off and charged down.
One second before Right fell to the ground, Muir grabbed hold of him, stopping the impact. He then let go of his grip and let Right fall into the pile of wheat.
