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Four days later.
Joan and I arrived at Beatrice's factory building. I saw a line of horse-drawn carriages lined up neatly with lots of luggage, most of which were the factory's fabrics.
Beatrice was dressed quite elegantly, a long navy blue dress making her look like a grown woman. She arrived at the front of the building with her assistant, Lysa. She was also wearing a suit that was as beautiful as Beatrice's.
We were standing quite a distance from the entrance of the building, but Beatrice immediately knew my location just as our eyes met each other. Joan patted my left shoulder gently, waking me from my reverie because I saw Beatrice's scene, which was much different than when fighting with Joan.
"Can you ride horses?" Joan asked.
I saw Joan standing beside me with a surprised expression right after seeing Beatrice's guard troops guarding the right and left sides of the freight train. They were seen wearing light armor and sitting on their horses.
