Chapter 69: Reunited
Indeed, there was no time to waste.
Rumors of His Majesty’s imminent death spread everywhere. It was no longer a secret; people whispered in the marketplaces during the day, and at night, the talk could be heard in every inn.
Some even made bets over drinks on who would be the next emperor. From what I could tell, the bookmakers were the only ones genuinely making money.
“Of course, Prince Edmund will take the throne next.”
“Everyone’s betting on Edmund. You want to challenge that with such low odds?”
“Low profit means it’s safer. Honestly, who else could take the throne?”
A pot-bellied man slammed his beer mug down, shouting, indifferent to the beer soaking his front.
“Even if you put money in the bank, those misers charge storage fees and might as well invest here, where you might see it grow.”
The princess, however, was too distracted to listen to such talk. She seemed to be focused solely on how to force-feed hay to the horse to restore its strength.
It was understandable. We had ridden day and night, using divine power to keep the horse going, yet the capital was still far off. This was only possible because the horse was a legendary steed capable of covering vast distances across land and forest.
An ordinary horse would never have made such a journey in just a few days.