The Villain’s Aide Has Run Away - Chapter 80.2
Before asking why, Leslun instinctively turned his head to follow. Beyond the window stretched a clear, high sky.
Prince Tarensiu slowly walked toward the window. When he opened it, a breeze slipped silently into the room and wrapped around them.
Leslun unconsciously took a breath. The light breeze felt pleasant at first, but it gradually grew stronger. His hair whipped about in all directions until he finally had to raise a hand to hold it down.
Tarensiu stood still before the window without shielding his eyes or bowing his head.
He stared straight ahead. More precisely, he was looking directly at something flying across the sky.
Tak.
A short, solid sound struck the window frame.
At the same moment, wide wings folded as a hawk revealed itself, its eyes gleaming.
Its presence seized the gaze completely.
Perfectly sculpted curves as if carved from stone and an intimidating size.
A noble dignity no other creature could dare imitate.
The sacred beast of the Kingdom of Vancor.
As when he had first seen it, Leslun once again lost his words.
The overwhelming pressure radiating from the raptor was the same as before.
Simply looking at it was enough to send a chill down his spine.
It was no mere animal, but a being that responded only to Prince Tarensiu.
“Silber.”
Prince Tarensiu slightly lifted his chin and pointed to the hawk. That single word sounded neither like a command nor an introduction.
“Is that this hawk’s name?”
Leslun took a step closer and asked.
“Yes.”
The prince gave a short answer.
Even with just one name spoken, there was weight in his voice.
Leslun knew that a sacred beast without a chosen master was never supposed to be named. But neither Tarensiu nor Crown Prince Kailos seemed to care about such rules.
In the end, both of them would become the sacred beasts’ masters.
Leslun looked at the hawk again.
Its golden eyes, sleek yet solid beak, and the sheer presence that filled the room with tension reminded him of Prince Tarensiu himself.
A sudden question slipped out.
“Do sacred beasts grow to different sizes depending on their species, whether as juveniles or as adults?”
He thought of Blue as he asked. How cute he had been when he bit his finger through the cage, so small that Leslun never imagined he could be a sacred beast.
Silber, on the other hand, looked as though it had been born fully grown. That difference had always intrigued him.
Tarensiu did not immediately answer.
He gazed out the window for a moment, lost in thought, then shook his head.
“They can change themselves however they wish.”
“Then… does that mean they can deliberately make themselves smaller?”
Tarensiu lightly shrugged his shoulders.
“Hm… it depends on their choice. Each sacred beast has its own power, and I do not know how they choose to use it.”
For a moment, Leslun was left stunned.
It sounded almost like a riddle.
He knew sacred beasts possessed special powers, but this meant their size and form might also be tied to that power.
As his thoughts began to spiral, Tarensiu suddenly changed the subject.
“But there is one thing certain.”
Leslun raised his gaze at the words spoken with such finality.
“Sacred beasts are particular.”
The moment those words were spoken, Leslun felt the tension in his lips relax.
He had only learned later from others that Blue’s personality was unusually finicky.
“They like very few humans.”
Prince Tarensiu’s tone was calm, but there was a faint lingering weight to his words, as if something more lay behind them.
“He follows you well.”
Though short, Tarensiu spoke clearly, locking eyes with Leslun. His gaze was deep and tranquil, as though trying to pierce through something.
“Is that so?”
Leslun answered with an awkward smile. It was true—Blue followed him well.
But Silber… that massive hawk did not.
“A sacred beast follows only its sovereign and…”
Tarensiu stopped speaking midway and turned from the window. His steps were quiet as he crossed the room, the sound of his shoes softly brushing against the floor.
Each step seemed steeped in tension, and today his movements felt strangely heavy.
It was not the same overwhelming aura that Kailos radiated, but Prince Tarensiu too carried the noble blood of a kingdom.
At last, Tarensiu stopped.
Not at his own spot, but where Leslun was standing.
With that shortened distance, the density of the air in the room noticeably changed.
“The one fated to be its companion.”
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