"A race?" Larkin only chuckled at the idea. Not only would a normal horse be incapable of winning against a spirit horse, but Artie also didn't know where they were going. How could she arrive there faster than he could? However, the glossy look of anticipation on her eyes was tempting Larkin to play with her. It was just a small race; nothing bad should arise since it was still within the guarded vicinity of the ducal castle.
A sigh then came after. "Let's head to the stables first. By then, your choice of horse might sway me."
Artie laughed out. "Oh, I'll make your Kodiak eat my Lupina's dust!"
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