However, having never experienced any decent battles, she ultimately held a skeptical attitude towards this overly young man.
Now, all doubts and speculations have been swept away.
Sava clearly knows how troublesome creatures like "Griffins" can be.
A long time ago, when she had just become a professional, she encountered one.
Its size was slightly larger than the one now, and the caravan she was escorting paid the price of three professionals and two transport horses to drive it away.
Of course, nicely put, it was "driven away," but in reality, it just completed its hunt and left on its own.
Her strength now is different from before, no longer a novice newly gaining the Professional Level, and she doesn't have the confidence to walk away from a frontal battle with a grown griffin unscathed, let alone defeat and kill it.
But now...
Her gaze inadvertently glanced over to the griffin's head that rolled on the ground, and the smooth cut on its neck.
