Meister stared at the testing ground with somewhat complicated feelings.
There, beings who seemed to embody dynamism itself were racing wildly through clouds of dust.
Even covered in dirt, the vitality radiating from their powerful movements did not fade.
If anything, the falling beads of sweat and the faint glimmers reflected when muscles expanded and contracted almost made the sight resemble a work of art.
A work of art that could be seen only in this moment.
“Tey, do you understand now why I told you to be patient?”
“More or less.”
Seeing the Adventurer ride was common enough, but this was the first time Meister had ever seen horse and rider engage in such a direct contest of strength.
All the more so because whenever Frederick got stubborn, the Adventurer had usually tended to give way until now.
“Are you truly going to take him?”
“Who knows…….”
Earlier, swept up in the moment, Meister had shouted, “You think I can’t do it?”
But now that Meister thought about it calmly and rationally, it was true.
There was no way to handle that animal.
How the hell was an ordinary person supposed to keep up with that absurd amount of stamina?
Something like that was possible only for a monster like the Adventurer.
It was impossible for Meister.
“If he’s left with me, I guess I’ll take him.”
Still, Meister did not intend to refuse outright.
Given the Adventurer’s personality, it was obvious he would worry himself sick if Frederick’s future home was not properly…