Clay remained silent for a while after speaking to the system.
The gryphon continued flying calmly through the sky while the cold wind brushed against his black hair. Below him, the roads stretched endlessly across the land while the distant forests swayed beneath the afternoon light.
Frazanna and the Holy Knights still waited nearby without daring to interrupt him.
From their perspective, the young master of the Valmont Family merely looked thoughtful.
But inside Clay's mind, countless plans were already forming one after another.
Finally—
He slowly turned his head.
"Maid Cy."
Cerys immediately raised her head.
"Yes, young master."
Clay's eyes narrowed slightly.
"There's something I need you to do."
Cerys quietly listened.
Clay crossed his arms while organizing his thoughts carefully.
He could not move recklessly.
Not against a main character.
Especially not one who already escaped from Maid Cy once.
That alone was already ridiculous enough.
