The most popular means of transportation in this world is horses. Iâve seen horses because Iâve been in a carriage, but Iâve never touched them. And Iâve already mentioned that my father is a knight. However, I know that my fatherâs horse is managed in the Dukeâs mansion since there is not enough space or servants to manage it in my house.
Iâm from a knightâs family, but weâre not nobility, so we lived modestly.
Knights are higher in rank than ordinary people. However, being a knight also cost a lot of money. My father spent a lot of money to maintain his body and the weapons he used.
Additionally, since mother was gone, there was no one to maintain the household and advise on where to save money.
In other words, even though he was the Commander, our family was quite poor. All my father could afford was hiring me a tutor. I need to grow up quickly and take on the burden of bringing in more money.
Anyway, why is he suddenly talking about horses? Seeing him looking at me with expectant eyes, I shook my head.
âNo.â
âOkay, letâs go see some horses. I have a very nice horse. Follow me.â
⦠Heâs just showing off, right?
Kirsecâs voice was excited, and the tip of his nose seemed slightly trained towards the sky.
A childâs psychology is that they want to show off when they get something good. Well, fine by me. Now that Iâve given in to him, I might as well do it right. I obediently trailed after Kirsec.
âCome on, hurry up! Whyâre you so slow?â
Consider the difference between our legsâ lengths, okay! Iâm already having a hard time trying to keep up with these short legs, but now youâre being so mean I could cry! Of course, instead of expressing my pain, I walked harder.
âLev is really~ pretty. Heâs all black, but looks so big and strong. Heâs still smaller than my fatherâs horse, but father said heâll grow bigger.â
Heâs good at talking to himself. I struggled on and arrived at the stable, silently listening to Kirsecâs boasting. Kirsec walked directly to a stall in which stood a beautiful black horse.
âThis is Lev.â
âWowâ¦â
He was breathtaking. Black and glossy, strong and sleek â Kirsecâs description was spot on. Born with a gold spoon, it was no wonder he had such a good horse. Iâm sure this horse is of great descent too.
âBeautiful, isnât he?â
âYes.â
âDo you want to ride him?â
âSay yes!â he seems to be saying. But I didnât really want to. I wonder if there are any adults around; Iâm afraid of accidents.
Kirsec was watching Lev smugly, when suddenly, his eyes stopped at a place and his face hardened.
My eyes followed his gaze reflexively. Looking closely, I noticed a small cut on Levâs hind leg.
âWhatâs this? Are you hurt?â
Just when Kirsec started fuming, the caretaker appeared, carrying a pail of water, apparently to feed the horse. He jolted in surprise when he noticed Kirsec, and immediately put down the container and lowered his head.
âGreeting the youngââ
âWhat is this?!â
Even before the greeting was over, Kirsecâs cry cut the caretaker off. I was so startled, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
âThere was a bit of an accident. Yesterday, Lev got a little edgyââ
âSo? Does it make sense that he got hurt? If someone had to get hurt, you shouldâve been the one who did.â
Listening to the caretakerâs explanation and Kirsecâs tirade, I started feeling increasingly distant. My heart beat fast and I felt short of breath. This situation felt too familiar, even though I wasnât the one involved.
âIâm sorry! Itâs all myââ
âDonât you know that Lev is more important than your life? Sorry doesnât cut it!!â
Kirsec kicked the pail on the ground in anger, and it hit the caretakerâs leg and spilled over. The man clutched his leg, grunting in pain, but then immediately released it.
âSorry! Iâm sorry!â
Even in such a situation, he kept on apologizing. He didnât even seem to care that he was half-soaked.
I felt cold, as if my blood had turned to ice. My vision turned strangely blurry. Despite the caretakerâs apology, Kirsec was still livid and was becoming even more agitated.