The horses of the Cromwell barony were galloping at an incredible pace, kicking up dust in the air.
All the soldiers had grim, serious expressions on their faces. Hans, who was leading the charge, kicked his horse quite hard; the force was so powerful that the horse shrieked in pain and bolted forward with all its might.
"At this pace, I'll overwork the horse, and it will become extremely tired," Hans furrowed his brows in worry as he glanced at the horse running at full speed, its eyes filled with pain.
It had only been an hour since they left the Armstrong Duchy, and although they had covered a considerable distance, they were still far from reaching the Cromwell Barony.
Behind the galloping horses, there was a carriage. This was one of the carriages belonging to the Cromwells. Inside the carriage was a beautiful light-skinned girl with raven hair and an enchanting pair of chocolate-colored eyes.
