Bab 559: Offending Number One

The neigh of the horse was like a roar against the sky. The rage could be heard as the absolute gallop was coming for Afurnae. 

The carriage was shabby compared to priors but the old horse was relentless as every fiber inside her muscle synchronized. On the plain grass, the carriage's wheel rolled as the guards rubbed their eyes.

"Th-That carriage is not slowing down!"

"Oi oi isn't that the carriage that old man used to transport the outsiders."

"Never mind that, looked at the driver! He is not holding the reign!"

The guards looked at the horse's furious glare as her mane fluttered against the breaking wind.

"N-N, I think you need to slow do-OWWN?" asked the old driver as he looked at the tall man beside him.

"Can't, master order," answered Graham as he held the reign firmly.

"W-What?!" the old man opened his eyes in disbelief.