The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

ASTRID looked out of the window of the horse-drawn carriage they were in.  This carriage immediately appeared once that little fairy was able to check that they were on the guest list.  It was quite shocking seeing a horse-drawn carriage in this era where flying vehicles were the norm.  But he was also quite delighted.  After all, it's been so long since he had seen a real horse.  Much less a carriage.

The last time he rode a carriage was when he was filming a historical film that was set during the warring states period.  That felt like a lifetime ago.  Well, in his case, that description was very literal.

But the design of this carriage was much more biased towards the Western standard.  It's like one of those elegant carriage that only nobility could afford. 

The outside scenery was full of greenery.  One couldn't help but feel the spirit of nature if they were to walk amongst all these trees.  But aside from that, it also left people with a magical feeling.  As if they had been transported back in time.  Back to that blue planet that they all call home.

Astrid could see that the owner of this place was going for the 'prehistoric Earth' look.  As evidence of the natural environment and this mode of transportation they were in.  Of course, the period he was talking about was not the modern age when he died in his last life but rather the one during the middle ages.  The other activities in this place might be related to that time period.  Also including some myths and fables, as evidence of the little fairy that welcomed them.

He must admit, this gimmick would definitely effective in attracting customers.  After all, many people of this era had a strange fascination of the past Earth.

He removed his gaze from the window and turned his attention to Reas who was sitting opposite him.  Astrid couldn't help but widened his eyes a bit when he saw that his brother's face was all pale.  The other's brows were furrowed.  He looked like someone who just ate something rotten and wanted to spit it out but couldn't.

Astrid first felt worried, wondering if Reas had really eaten something bad and was now having a stomachache.  He was about to ask him but the carriage suddenly encountered a bump and it shook.  When he looked at Reas again, his face became even paler.  Not only that, the knuckles on his fists almost turned white because of how much he was clenching them.

Wait- could it be--?

The worry in his eyes slowly turned into amusement and he asked in a teasing tone, "Is Reas having motion sickness?" 

Reas' whole body stiffened and then snorted.  "What motion sickness?"

Astrid chuckled.  It was so obvious and yet this twin of his was still trying to deny it.  But really, this new discovery was unexpected.  Who would have thought that Reas would have motion sickness?  Could it be because it was a horse-drawn carriage and the travel was not as smooth as when using a flying vehicle?  But wasn't this the same as any land vehicle?  Reas had been in one of those and Astrid had never seen him having this reaction.

The only reason he could think of was because the speed of the carriage.  It's too slow.  His brother was probably not used to this kind of slow transportation.  Not to mention that it also shook from time to time.  Someone who hadn't experience this kind of transportation mode would definitely feel uncomfortable.

The carriage suddenly stopped and the panel behind Reas opened, showing the face of the coachman driving the carriage which was obviously an AI robot. 

"Dear guest, I apologized for what happened just now.  It seemed that someone just left a rock on the pavement.  This was a dereliction of our duty.  I promise that we will give the guests compensation," the robot said quite sincerely.

"Then can we change into another vehicle?  This can be the compensation," Astrid said.

Reas quickly understood why his brother asked that.  "Aster, no need.  I really don't have motion sickness."

Astrid only raised his brow at Reas as if saying, 'how many years do you think we've been together that I still don't know if you're uncomfortable or not?'.  Reas could only promptly shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry, dear guest, but the carriage is the only vehicle one can ride in Lady Persephone's garden."

Astrid was a bit surprised to hear that.  It seemed that this recreational club was determined to keep their theme that they were not even providing another mode of transportation. 

"But if the guests want, we can provide you with a horse and a map that has a mark of your destination," the AI robot suddenly added.

Astrid's eyes brightened when he heard that.  He knew how to ride a horse since he had played a general before.  He forced himself to learn horse riding instead of using body double so he could play the role better.  He suddenly became excited at the thought that he could ride a horse again.

"Then please bring two horses." 

Reas frowned.  Horses were animals that were not often seen in public and was said to be only enjoyed by high-ranking nobles and elites.  Wouldn't it be dangerous if they just suddenly rode them without proper training?

Before he could say his worries to his brother, Astrid had already pulled him out of the carriage.  It seemed that he and that robot had already reached a conclusion.

"Don't worry, Reas.  I'm sure the horses they used here are all gentle.  They definitely won't let their customer ride a wild horse or something," Astrid said when he saw the worry on his brother's face.  "Besides, I'm sure you won't have motion sickness riding a fast-moving horse.  And with your natural reflexes, even if a horse tried to throw you and I out, I'm sure you can easily jump off and even save me."

Reas was barely appeased by these words.  But he still didn't Astrid at the end.

Soon, two outstanding horses were standing in front of the twins.

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On the other side of Persephone's garden, a well-built and tall figure was riding on a magnificent black horse.  His white hair was moving with the wind.  He pulled the long bow he was holding and his golden eyes narrowed at his target.