The view flows like flying out of a car window.
Shortly before we got to Galentre, the carriage was also fast when your man munched into the horse, but it's more than twice as fast now.
"That's the white horse car..."
As soon as Morgen says so first, he looks out all the time without getting tired of it.
The king's path as the white horse cars in which the Almarks ride fly.
The road from Lerbuda to Galentor was quite wide, and the two carriages on board had different roads, but the road of this king was more than twice as wide.
There is a dedicated lane for white horse carriages that are twice the size of regular riding carriages, and besides that, carriages, horseback riding and walking travellers go and go.
"I never get tired of looking outside all the time."
and Morgen.
"Right."
Almark also keeps an eye out of the window, saying.
"He's staying overnight in a city called Bora. It's not cool to dress dirty when you meet Wendy, so stay in the inn and clean up your body properly."
"Right. It stinks a little to see you at dawn in Nojuku."
Morgen nods.
The two minds were flying under Wendy of Miletos as early as possible.
City of Miletos.
It is the southern centre of vast bar-herb territory stretching north of the Kingdom of Galai.
The size of the city is inferior to that of Nevia, the political centre of the bar-herb territory, and Linobes, the economic centre, but the beautifully delimited streets and the hall commonly known as the "Winter Mansion" of the Bar-herb family, built on a small high hill, are said to be among the finest in Galai.
Wendy was now in that "winter mansion," a hall used as a winter villa for the Bar Herb family.
Wendy was alone in her own room with a wide range of cancer.
Pack the books you were reading, and close, oh, and sigh.
It's been nine days since we got to Miletos' mansion. Wendy had days where Ward's disparities kept her from even having her rarely served in the courtyard.
Even though it's my day off, I can't even run around in the summer sun.
A strong sunshine came in through the window, but its brilliance had only the effect of making Wendy strongly aware that she was a bird in a cage.
If I could have spent my vacation in Galentore, there were places I wanted to go and people I wanted to meet. There was something I wanted to buy, and I did some sort of monster somewhere every day.
But since my father ordered me to return to Miletos, I've had nothing to do, only spent my days reading and studying.
Run horses through nearby meadows or go for a picnic to the hills with lake views. I also thought I'd do that because I was here in Miletos, but Ward changed his complexion and disagreed.
"The lady is after your life. Other than going outside the mansion."
I found it painfully painful that Ward was seriously worried about me, so Wendy couldn't say it any stronger either.
And, above all, the most disheartening thing about Wendy was that she was no longer able to invite Almark and Morgen to the mansion of Galentore.
It's unusual for Wendy, and she asked me to rebel against what my father said and let Galentore manage to stay for just a little while, but Wendy also knew that my father wouldn't even move in Teco when he decided to do this.
It would be due to the harassment of the day after day, usually a temperamental mother, who was so obsessed at a glance.
My mother told Wendy when she came home that it seemed like the light lit the house when you came home, but her mother also told me to go to Miletos.
Even though I could still rebel against my willing father, I could not defy the words of my tired mother.
I ended up spending only one day with my parents. That day, they were both nice to me as if Wendy had even returned to the baby.
The next day, Wendy asked her two older brothers, Richard, about her parents and reluctantly got into a white horse car to Miletos.
I wanted to cry but put up with it. Because I didn't want my parents to worry any more.
Did the letters of apology I sent out as soon as I arrived in Miletos reach Almark and Morgen?
Wendy thinks.
I'm sure Morgen will be disappointed.
Before the exam, I knew I couldn't go home on vacation, and I seemed so lonely. When I suggested coming to my house thoughtfully, he was so happy.
Innocent, innocent way to please, with no intention.
The reaction was fresh and delightful for Wendy, who had grown up as an aristocratic maid.
That's why I wanted Morgen to come to Galentre. I wanted him to be innocently happy again. I was looking forward to seeing that.
I don't know if you'll forgive me, but I'll write you another letter of apology when I'm settled.
With that in mind, Wendy still couldn't write a second letter.
Almark is......
When Wendy remembers the name, she suffers so that her chest is tightened.
I wonder what Almark thinks about the fact that he can no longer come to my house.
From the start he wasn't that enthusiastic. Wendy also knew that he was originally going to spend the rest of his vacation training in meditation.
I know, Wendy invited him home too, in the form of a ride on Morgen, pretending not to notice how Almark felt.
Because I wanted him to see my house.
Because I wanted my own family to meet Almark.
Above all, because Wendy herself hated not seeing Almark for two months.
The invited Almark looked in trouble.
But I'm sure he would come, there was a nasty calculation, and Wendy also made a lonely face to show.
Almark smiled gently and told me he was going. I was so happy with that.
You got him in trouble that way, so maybe the punishment hit him.
Maybe that's why I'm supposed to be spending my vacation alone.
Thinking about it like that, Wendy's chest is about to be crushed.
Did Almark look a little sorry after reading the letter?
Like he always does, he laughs a little, he can't help it, slaps Morgen on the shoulder, and that could have been it.
I don't have a tiny bit of a head about Wendy anymore, maybe I train to meditate every day.
If this were to happen, I wouldn't have invited you two from the beginning.
That's the regret Wendy's been holding ever since she came to Miletos.
It's still okay to have a boring vacation just for yourself. Because I just have to put up with myself.
But I did something really bad to Morgen that made me expect it.
And if Almark had read the letter flat, it was the same thing to him that he was told to be to that extent.
In fact, even if that's how he felt right now, I still didn't want him to wear that much black and white clearly.
Wendy, sighed not knowing how many more times it would be, didn't know what it meant at first, even as she noticed two little figures walking slowly through the courtyard she could see outside the window.
Two familiar figures.
I wonder where you saw it. Kind of looks like Almark and Morgen.
The two slowly approach the hall where they are.
The two of us are walking and talking about something, laughing.
I couldn't recognize that was real.
Because there's no reason for that.
They are now far from Miletos, because they are on the island of Norc, which takes four days to catch a carriage with a white horse.
Because there's no reason for me to come here.
"Lady! Lady Wendy!
Ward can be heard from downstairs. It's been days since I've heard such a bright Ward voice.
"Your alumni have seen Lord Almark and Lord Morgen!
It's a lie.
Decided to lie.
I tried to think so, but as soon as I heard the word, Wendy's eyes spilled tears that were supposed to flow a long time ago.