Weed’s eyes shone sharply.
‘Anyway, I can only do my best.’
Having received the commission, he could not back out.
As the fight goes on, he would not have a single moment of rest; Weed courteously bowed to the waist.
“Remy; no, Princess.”
“Yes, Knight nim.”
Princess Remy’s starry eyes were looking down on Weed.
In Weed’s eyes, he saw her small and delicate feet and calves.
To some men, the women’s feet were poisonous things. But Weed did not have such a hobby.
“You must be willing to believe in me. Do not be alarm of whatever happens, you must trust only in me.”
“Yes, I understand. My life, I will leave it in thee.”
Weed ended it there and did not talking anymore.
The Human troops approaching were increasing in number all around them; and flying rocks as well as magic spells were at their doorstep.
This place they stumbled on was on the verge of becoming a vortex of the war.
Weed modestly accepted the rein to become the master of the white horse.
He then pulled the Princess up and placed her behind him.
Puhihing!
The horse lightly neighs.
While one hand holding onto the rein, the other pulled out a sword.
Ding!
Have equipped the Knight of Kallamore Kingdom Koldrim’s sword; Reputation will increase by 2500.
Attack Speed increases.
Strength increases.
Agility increases.
With the powerful Charisma, will overwhelm weaker Monsters.
The power of the Ice Daemon retained in this blade.
Weed tapped the horse to accelerate towards the center of the enemy’s camp.
“Go, giddy up!”
With each of its propagating steps, the white horse accelerated to a scary speed.
This steed was in another dimension when comparing to the colt he had to accept back in Rosenheim Kingdom, during the operation in the Lair of Litvart.
A Knight’s assault is significantly affected by the charge of the horse.
A good steed isn't all based on its stamina or speed, even its gene is deliberate when raising one from conception.
For the most valuable of horses, the beginning of the deliberation starts at the horse's lineage!
He did not know, but he could tell that the horse he was currently riding must have been extremely expensive.
Due to the horse’s terribly rapid sprint, the wind was getting sliced up before them.
A speed comparable to an arrow in flight.
Weed’s eyes widened and held out his sword.
From now on, the only thing he felt was the hilt of his blade. He did not feel the tender and delicate warmth of the Princess who was hanging onto his back.