Chapter 98: Racist Horse
Asher stood silently by the window, momentarily lost in thought. After a few seconds of contemplation, he finally decided to try horseback riding. There was no harm in learning something new, afterward, he would simply return to his training.
No harm, no foul.
With that decision made, he turned and spoke, "Hey, Lyra, let’s do that horse riding thing you suggested earlier."
"As you wish, Young Master," Lyra responded with a graceful nod.
"Do you know how to ride a horse?" Asher asked with genuine curiosity.
"Yes, Young Master. I’ve been riding horses since I was twenty years old," Lyra replied, her tone carrying a matter of fact assurance.
"Then let’s go. You’ll teach me, then," Asher said with a small smile as he stepped forward. Lyra simply nodded and followed closely behind him.
Over the past six months, Asher had explored the entirety of the Wargrave estate. The corridors and shortcuts had become familiar to him. After navigating through a few winding hallways and cutting across some less-traveled paths, they exited the castle-like building through a rear door, eventually arriving at the estate’s stables, an expansive area where the horses were housed.
Asher took in the sight of various horses. Some were the normal breed similar to those from his former world, while others were distinctly different, the unique steeds they had used during their journey to the Empire’s capital. These were the ones that seemed to possess boundless stamina.
The difference between the two types was glaringly obvious. The normal horses appeared relatively small, with less pronounced muscle definition and rougher, less pristine coats. On the other hand, the unique horses were the exact opposite. They had a bulky build, muscles bulging beneath their skin, and their manes shimmered with a healthy, well-groomed luster.