Seiun wo Kakeru

The girl, called Fran, was restless, unlike her appearance.

Intuitive or, more frankly, younger words and actions stand out.

"Dad, do you want to take Age and Fell fast?

"Well wait. They will have a lot to prepare for, too. Mr. Age, Mr. Fernando, Mayor of the village of Auman, it's Dinan. This is my wife Chiara. We would like to invite you both to our village, what can we do?

"Please"

Dinan was dressed naked in her teeth, with a luxurious personality.

There is roughness in expression, but it is never meant to be crude.

Behavior cared a lot about this one, and the heart to caring for people seemed rather thick.

"By the way, Mr. Dinan, what do you mean by what your daughter said?

"Is it Fran? Well, we'll talk when we get home."

Dylan's meaningful grin.

I wanted you to tell me right away without a lot of trouble if you could, but I can't urge you any more than they say to answer.

After unloading some of the ship's loads, Fran hung up on the steps to carry it.

"You should wait a little while to carry it. And it's a big bag. What's in there?

"You know I'm coming on a boat, but don't you see this?

"Hmm, I don't know!

Fran laughed nipply.

It was a grin without a scratch of evil.

I'm sure you don't think about anything like deluding me or lying to me.

Just seeing that laugh makes me want to believe in Dinan and Chiara, who raised Fran.

Ship loads are basically contained in crates.

The corners of the wooden lid were designed so that the pile could be struck and that it would be a stable fastening of the load to be put on top.

This is the result of making container transport an age reality.

"Okay, so how long do we have to wait?

"Mm-hmm. Coming soon."

"Coming?"

"Yes. Ah, here I come. Gus, this way."

Fran jumps and waves loudly on the spot.

Age soon found out what had come.

A horse.

But this...

"Big! Mr. Fernando, was the horse this big?

"Don't be silly. I've never seen a giant horse like this before."

"Gus is huge. Hey, Dad."

"Oh."

I can see a couple of horses running by, making footsteps.

Very early. And the size of the horse running at its head was an eye-catching one without refusal.

Compare the horses that Jean, the first pedestrian I've ever seen up close before, and they're small in one turn, but small in two.

Or if that horse is a small horse, like a pony, for example, it is not.

Obviously, the horses that are running by right now are out of standard.

The footsteps of the horse running at full speed were heavy and sounded like coming to the belly.

The battle said that when horses and people run, the ground sounds, but that was somehow understandable.

Coming to the immediate vicinity of Fran, the horse slowed down and slowly stopped.

Buhun, and the giant horse exhaled.

It was a black horse.

The bristles are lustrous, the eyes are cool and make you feel intelligent.

It wasn't just big, it was elegant.

Gus, thank you.

"Is this horse called Gus?

"That's right. Gus is the greatest of all horses. He's the boss, and Fran's first father."

"Dad?"

"That's right! Age, have you ever been on a horse?

"No, you haven't"

"All right, then get in!

Fran thought I had said it, he played his hand beside Gus and made his body leap.

It stretched up so lightly that it didn't seem like a person's body, riding the saddle on Gus's back completely in between.

Gus's back is as tall as Age's head.

I didn't think it was a human trick, such as riding a horse without a leg.

No one in the village would be able to move like this girl.

When Fran instructed, a chestnut-haired horse who was following Gus came before Age.

This one is the same size as a normal horse and is a little hoarse.

But I still didn't think I'd be able to jump on it right away without being able to put my foot on it.

At least there will be a table.

"What's up, Age? You're not gonna ride?

"No, it's probably the first time."

I had no choice but to replace the load.

Get on the table, scratch and hold your neck.

The horse's hair is warm and makes you feel the blood coming through.

Feeling the elasticity of his very sharp muscles, Age rode on the back of his horse with a fright.

Saddles made of leather were soft compared to chairs and the like, but given that this was moving and shocking, it was anxiety-ridden hardness.

Fernando almost bracketed the load on the back of an empty load of horses before riding to the other.

While I regret riding my horse without work, I'm not willing to come down and help again.

"Age, if you're too scared, the horses are scared, too."

"Duh, what do I do?

"I can't help but get used to it, so be grand?

"Oh, I see."

As Fran tells me, Age strained her chest.

Say hello as you stroke your beautiful chestnut hair tenderness.

The horse figured it out, I thought you said.

Whenever a horse moved his leg, it was his first sensation that the place to sit moved subtly.

The landscape, with high visibility and visible from a much higher position than usual, could be seen far away.

Starting with Fran, I guess Dinan and Chiara are used to riding horses too.

I'm letting him walk without danger, but Age and Fernando are still frightened and can only move the horse at a walking speed.

They told me I had to be grand, but it didn't go very well, but the horse was smarter or he was walking slowly without licking Age.

"That's amazing. I've never ridden a horse before, but from what I've heard, I thought it would be harder."

"Ordinary horses would be shaken down by now. My horse, or the horse Gus carries, is special."

"Huh. You're an awesome horse. This black horse."

"Oh. Any group of horses will be at the top as soon as Gus goes. And when I realize it, the wild horse goes quiet. Thanks to Gus and Fran, our village has grown in the last decade or so."

That's what Dinan says, compliments Gus.

Speaking of praised Gus, he flicked his neck from time to time and observed Age and Fernando still.

Deep colored eyes seemed to be trying to gauge Age and Fernando and protect them from harmful things.

"Mm-hmm! I knew it was too slow for you!

Fran jumped off Gus's back.

And when you sink and lean forward, it's competition! And raise your voice.

"Gus, it's a fight."

With that said, Fran ran at full speed.

Fast. There's no waste in movement, it looks like a slower move.

But its body moves forward, as it does in the summer.

As I thought earlier, Fran's physical abilities are still phenomenal.

Filippo's movements during his werewolf exorcism also felt human separated, but apparently some humans on this island were much more physically capable than modern men known to Age.

Gus was slightly behind Fran and quickened his legs.

The dirt flourished for a moment, and bounced and flew.

Doh, along with the sound of Gus' body seemed like a bump to Age.

Catch up in an instant, and get over it.

"Silly! If you're serious about running like that, there's no way you can catch up! Gus idiot!

Under the blue sky, I hear Fran complaining.

Gus loosened his run like trouble, and slowly stopped.

Fran catches up and stands next door.

"Gus, another battle! Hey, Don!

Fran started running again.

The movement is still as fast as the wind, or as fast as the arrows unleashed.

As Gus shook his head carelessly, he began to run at the same foothold as Fran.

Eventually, Gus slowly began to lose.

I guess I'm trying to get Fran to have flowers.

Gradually the difference was made and Fran took the lead.

But Fran wasn't satisfied with it.

"Don't lose sight of me, Gus!

To Fran's things, Gus shook his head like trouble, staring at Age far away.

His eyes seemed to ask if you, the guest, had any hands.

I don't care if you look at me like that, Age thought.