Chapter 239: Between Sweet Smiles and Rotten Intentions
The journey back from the capital to the palace went smoothly.
Dante didn’t suddenly take off running; instead, he walked rather sluggish, probably because he’d stuffed himself with too much food and now couldn’t move properly.
Still, it was better like this than having him run around like a lunatic.
Once they arrived at the palace, Edmund asked the soldiers to take Dante for a walk around the palace grounds. It was supposed to help him digest everything he’d eaten, or in simpler terms, Edmund just didn’t want his horse getting fat and too slow to run.
Primrose shook her head and chuckled softly. "I honestly can’t believe he’s supposed to be a warhorse."
She watched as the soldiers tried pulling Dante, asking him to keep moving. However, the horse was too lazy to budge.
Every time they encouraged him to walk, he flopped onto the ground like a spoiled child refusing to do chores.
"He’s completely different on the battlefield," Edmund explained. "But for some reason ... every time we come back to the palace, he gets ridiculously lazy. It’s like I have two completely different horses."
Then again, weren’t people like that too? People tended to become lazy when they had nothing to do, even Primrose was the same.
"Maybe you need to motivate him a little," she suggested with a shrug. "Try scattering food along the way."