Princess Palace.
Hehehe!
All eyes were on the white horse that appeared in the Princess's palace. Its glossy mane fluttered enchantingly.
“...Arion?”
Medea looked closely at the diamond-shaped white spot on the horse's forehead.
"You know what I mean. Yes, he's of Arion's blood. He's pure-blooded."
Neril swallowed her breath next to her.
Arion was the legendary horse ridden by the first Emperor of Katzen, said to have been born at the border of sea and land.
He was renowned for his endurance and agility, allowing him to travel tirelessly from one end of the vast empire to the other.
"You're so pretty..."
"No!"
Saya unconsciously reached out her hand to the horse but was quickly grabbed by Zeta's hand.
Hehehe!
There were deep hoof prints where Saya had been. The grass was trampled.
If it weren't for Zeta, at least the sleeves would have been bitten off.
"It's fiercer than it looks. It's got a really bad temper."
There were quite a few who gave up because their personalities were too sensitive and difficult to tame.
Zeta scratched his temple awkwardly.
He felt even more embarrassed by the contradiction of bringing a horse as a gift that had no owner and no one had been able to tame it.
"There were quite a few people who were bitten by that thing on their way from the Facade. I brought them here by order of my lord, but if you feel like it, you can send them back."
Zeta said, glancing at the fierce horse that was swearing roughly.
Having watched Medea closely, Zeta did not think she would be afraid of a mere horse. But still, he did not think it was an appropriate gift to give to the Princess.
"Boss, are you really trying to win the heart of the Princess? Who would give her a crazy horse as a gift? What if she gets trampled to death?"
Zeta remembered even the mischievous Gallo shaking his head.
"Nothing else to say?"
"... He said that you would know when you see it."
Zeta's bewildered expression as he spoke was funny.
A slight smile appeared on Medea's lips as she examined the white horse.
The horse's mane sparkled in the sunlight, and its majestic appearance caught everyone's attention.
She could tell what message he was trying to convey through these words.
Arion is a famous horse that is difficult to ride, but once trained, it will show off its power better than any other horse.
So was this superficial honor bestowed by Perdiccas II.
'So I guess that means use it as much as you want.'
In addition, the First Prince, a central figure in the imperial family, sent his congratulations by sending the bloodline of the first Emperor's famous horse.
While it would give the Princess of Baldina power, it would also make it much more difficult for the capricious Emperor to reverse his offer if he were to later decide to do so.
Medea suddenly wondered if Cesare had really sent her this famous horse for her own benefit, or if it was to further irritate his already upset father.
It seemed that based on what she knew about his personality, it would be closer to the latter.
Anyway, the important thing is...
"Krrrrrr-!"
The white horse standing on the horse's hind legs rolled roughly and tried to kick the chest of the mercenary who was controlling it.
An unfamiliar space. Noise. Every time he heard a voice, he let out a growling snort.
'What a sensitive child to sound.'
The ferocity of the white horse observed by Medea was read as caution rather than a threat.
"Let go of the reins and step back."
The hesitant mercenary eventually followed Medea's orders.
Not all the demons she encountered during her expedition were vicious.
Occasionally, rare solitary creatures such as unicorns were the exception.
She absentmindedly took off her bracelet, recalling the silver mane of the unicorn that had sparkled in the distance.
'That kid was very curious, so maybe you are too.'
A small bell hung from the end of the silver bracelet.
Charang-!
A clear, clean sound rang out.
At the same time, the white horse that had been trotting suddenly raised its head in response to the sound. The neat ears on both sides perked up.
Charang-
A clear ringing sounded again as if waiting for the horse's response.
Then the white horse stopped its trotting feet.
"Your Highness."
"Shhhh."
The people around them were in an uproar at the white horse's reaction.
Medea put her other hand, which was not holding the drop, to her lips.
While everyone held their breath, Neril froze.
The mercenary holding the reins of the white horse retreated, so they were on guard lest the fierce horse should charge at Medea.
Besides, three years ago, didn't her master fall from her horse after being caught up in Birna's schemes?
Then Medea shook the bell once more.
The white horse took a step toward Medea, its ears perking.
One more step. The distance is getting closer.
Finally, a white horse stood in front of Medea.
Large eyes looked down at the silver human who resembled the moon.
To a horse, humans were always annoying and boring, just a nuisance.
But the human in front of him didn't bother him. She even looked quite amusing.
The drops that sparkled and reflected the sunlight also caught the white horse's attention.
At last, the white horse, who had been hesitating, tapped the bell with its nose. Medea reached out and stroked the horse's neck.
Her gentle touch gave off a feeling of joy as if he was reunited with an old friend.
"You're curious too.
Medea whispered softly."
Instead of biting Medea's hand, the white horse rubbed its cheek affectionately against Medea's hand.
Then as if he was getting impatient, he looked at the bell and lightly stamped his hoof. It seemed as if he was urging her to shake the bell again quickly.
"Do you like this?"
Medea burst into laughter, took the bells out, and hung them on the shackle.
The horse kicked its feet with a clear, rustling sound as it moved its body. A soft, rustling sound echoed around the horse as it took a step.
"Heeheeheung-!"
The white horse cried happily.
The white mane shone in the light, and the large eyes no longer stared at the drops but at Medea's face.
The boundaries were erased, and curious eyes studied Medea closely.
"..."
Medea waited silently.
How much time passed like that, a tight tug-of-war.
The horse that had been haughtily looking down at Medea lifted one leg as if telling her to quickly saddle up.
As the quick-witted mercenary saddled the white horse, it slowly circled Medea and moved as if examining her.
Then he slowly folded his front legs and bent his back so that Medea could ride comfortably.
But his head was still held stiffly upright, emitting a faint breath.
There was a strange stubbornness and dignity in his large eyes as if to emphasize that it was a choice rather than obedience.
"This is the first time he's kicked a saddle with his own foot. How on earth did he do it?"
Zeta opened his mouth wide.
Now, this horse, which even shows its teeth to Cesare, bows its back to the Princess first?
"Wow... B-But is that right? Is that how you usually talk to your master, are you being arrogant?"
Saya muttered instead of clapping.
Even to her, a complete novice in horse riding, the white horse's attitude seemed unusual.
Medea held back her laughter and climbed onto the white horse. The way she lightly rode on, with her fingertips on the saddle, seemed quite natural.
"Your Highness... Don't worry, I will catch you If you fall."
Neril's expression was still stiff as if she was remembering the moment when Medea fell from her horse.
Hehehe!
Then the white horse trotted roughly.
As if to say, "Do I look that sloppy?"
Medea stroked his mane and soothed him.
"Just walk for now. I'll let you run as much as you want later."
Hehehe!
As if it understood, the white horse took an elegant step forward and circled the court.
As if he was showing off to everyone around him that he was this great.
"You're smart. Your name is um, maybe Silva."
Medea said, stroking the white horse's mane.
A gentle breeze blew through the garden.
Silva's mane and Medea's hair swayed gently in the wind.
The glossy white mane shone like silver in the sunlight. When combined with Medea's silver hair, it gave off an even more mysterious glow.
Hehehe!
Silva stamped his forelegs as if he liked it.
The clear sound of the bells ringing spread out into the sunlight.
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