15th July 1574
"I don't like what's going on right now. El, hold your horses, you are going with us."
With how the initial route that all three of us along with our respective escort would have to take, there was no point in separating right away. Yet despite that, prompted by the direness of the situation that could be concluded from the content of the letter, El was actually willing to murder his horses only to get back to his destination a few moments earlier than if he were to travel with us!
"What do you mean, you don't like it? As if anyone actually liked the war…"
Looking to the side where Elia was sitting, I could see how my words made her quite agitated. Yet it seemed that she misunderstood what I really meant with them.
Single chapter today due to a far longer chapter provided! (nearly 2k words)