Without lingering in Rolannar City, Leon had no interest in the celebrations that followed. Early the next morning, he gathered all the necessary food and drink for the journey and set off with Ines.
Passing through the grand and ancient outer city walls and drawbridge, they left the urban area of Rolannar. Leon and Ines were finally able to ride horses.
With a gentle nudge to the horses, the two of them rode along the countryside roads, moving through the wheat fields as the autumn wind greeted them.
Watching the farmers busy in the fields outside the city, memories of the hunter boy that belonged to the original owner slowly surfaced in Leon's mind.
".....You pinched too hard, Mr. Leon, I really can't take a joke~ I still feel a bit sore..."
Next to him, Ines was holding the saddle, her small hand still rubbing her face, where last night's faint pain had not subsided, muttering quietly.
Ever since she was young, no one had ever "disciplined" her like this.
