“Fuck!”
How long had they been running?
At the sight of the city finally appearing before them, Meister swore for no apparent reason.
“We finally fucking made it, damn it!”
Then again, perhaps there was a reason after all.
Meister’s body was screaming in real time after the journey here—strictly speaking, Frederick had been the one doing the actual running, but still.
“Kid! You alive?!”
“Yes!”
Meister’s arms, which had been straining from clinging around Frederick’s neck, were steadily losing sensation.
Their backside and inner thighs, which had bounced with every stride, burned as though scorched by fire.
It was all because of this ridiculously fast, ridiculously rough horse.
Blaming the innocent animal for no reason, Meister checked on the girl seated behind.
Whether it was something to be relieved by or something disturbing, unlike Meister, whose entire body ached, the girl’s voice remained as bright as ever.
“That so…….”
Meister was already certain the stinging in their legs meant either abrasions or bruises.
So why was this kid still so energetic?
Didn’t she hurt?
Or was this what youth was?
Muttering something that would have earned a smack on the back from either the Archmage or Meister’s grandfather, Meister gradually pulled on the reins.
Frederick seemed to understand and slowly reduced speed with a snort.
Prrrrr.
Apparently, sprinting all the way here from the Second Expansion District had been taxing even for Frederick.
The horse snorted clouds of steam into the air.