Back at the castle, the Griffin was placed in a spacious Beast Cage that had been prepared in advance.
The floor was covered with a thick layer of hay, and fresh water was placed to the side.
Raylo looked at the unconscious Griffin and rubbed his chin.
"Moonlight, it's up to you this time."
Raylo habitually glanced at Moonlight.
Moonlight tilted its head, looking at the big, unconscious creature in the net, then back at Raylo, seeming eager to try.
It hopped over to the Griffin's head and gave its small paw a symbolic wave.
"BAP…"
A soft sound, like tapping on cotton.
The Griffin didn't react at all, remaining unconscious.
"…"
Raylo felt a little exasperated.
It seemed this "Bang Bang Two Punches" method of physical subjugation wasn't very effective on an unconscious target.
"Forget it."
Raylo shook his head. "Let's save its life first."
He turned and ordered an attendant beside him, "Have Carl come over. We must keep it alive."
