My twin sister was taken in as a miko, and I was thrown away, but maybe I am the miko.

“Guru Guru Gu~”

“Guru Guru Guru~”

“Guru, guru, guru~”

“Guru, guru, guru, guru~”

　Baby griffons are crying in front of me. What this was all about was that when I tried singing a song that I vaguely remembered, the baby griffons started imitating the song.

　I was surprised that he could hear and imitate the phrase I hummed in such a low voice.

　But it’s kind of cute.

　There are six adult griffons and four baby griffons in this griffon nest. The baby griffons and I spend a lot of time together. Adult griffons do things like hunt.

　All six griffons have been good to me. Of course, the horses too. Among them, there is an adult griffon who takes especially good care of me. It’s a griffon with a scar on its eye, but I think it’s the mother of two baby griffons. perhaps. Honestly, I don’t know the difference between male and female griffons, but mom? When I asked her that question, she answered, “Guru,” so that’s probably it.

“Guru, guru, guru~”

The baby griffons are singing happily. I came up with something like a baby griffon choir. But I think it would be a relief if something like that really existed.

　If I knew more songs, I might have been able to teach the baby griffons, but I don’t know much about songs. Singing and music are something enjoyed by people who have money, and the only things I know are things that I somehow memorized from someone singing in a village.

　The baby griffons circled around me and began to sing. Until just now, the four of them were singing in a line, but now they want to sing while moving. It seems like it’s kind of fun to sing while spinning around. I felt dizzy so I sat down.

　It sits in the center of the nest. This nest was built by adult griffons. I saw that it had expanded since I arrived, so I was surprised that they were making it that way.

　After a while, one of the baby griffons seemed to get tired of singing and started clinging to me. warm. Stroke the wings. It sounds like it’s feeling good. I’m glad you like it.

　As I did so, the other three animals that were singing also came close to me, chirping as if to say, “Me too, me too,” and I petted them all.

　It’s fluffy and feels good too.

　Even when I was petted, I felt fluffy and happy.

　The baby griffons feel good being stroked.

　I think that there are so many good things for each other.

An old man in the village said that the names of monsters have special meanings. Now that I think about it, my grandfather, who has passed away, warned my girlfriend’s parents that they were being too discriminatory towards my sister and me. She was a good old lady.

　The old man had apparently traveled to many places in the past, so I heard his stories. Now that she remembered it, she wondered if she should name the griffons. If a name has a special meaning for the griffons, the horse, and the horse, then I wonder if it’s okay to give it a name. But well, even though I haven’t named it yet, I’m still living without any problems, so I’m putting other things first and putting it on the back burner.

　A baby griffon peeks at me as I think about it.

　I wonder what’s wrong? I don’t know if they are crying because they don’t understand the language, but I think that’s probably the case.

“thank you for worrying about me……”

“Guru!”

The baby griffon chirped as if it was a given.

　That day, the baby griffon gave me various things, whether it was something I heard from it or where the mother griffon had brought it from. It could be things that the griffon had stored in its nest, fruits it had taken from outside the nest, or anything else.

　What should I do now?

　I think about it, but I’m so comfortable with the calm days that I have now that I can’t make up my mind. For now, I’m spending my time relaxing, being pampered by the griffon and the horses.

　I’ve been brushing the griffon and the horse a lot lately, so I feel like my brushing skills have improved. But other than that, I haven’t really been able to do anything.

　Adult griffons also joined in the song with the baby griffons. It was fun to see the griffons singing in such a loud voice that it could be called a huge chorus. Mr. Ma also tried his best to sing, but he couldn’t sing as well as the griffon, so he was a little depressed.

The days pass as they sing songs, brush their teeth, play with the baby griffons, and are taken care of by the adult griffons and horses.

　One day, a mother griffon with a scar on her eye came back injured. She wasn’t seriously injured. But it was a shock to me.

“Gryphon, Mr….”

　I was shocked, but Mother Griffon instead comforted me. Hunting can be dangerous, but up until now everyone had returned home unharmed, so it was a shock to see them injured.

　…I love the griffons, so I don’t want them to get hurt, so I thought about the injured mother griffon.

　I’ve been thinking about it for days after my injury.

　Then one day, I had a somewhat strange dream. I feel like I’ve been asked something. I didn’t remember the details of the dream when I woke up, but I feel like I nodded my head.

　After having a dream and waking up, there was a change in the mother griffon.

　—The girl and the griffon 2

　(Perhaps the miko girl feels comfortable living with the griffon and the horse. And because she loves him so much, she hoped that he wouldn’t get hurt.)