I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

"Whoa there," Thesaya shouted, pulling on the reins not long after they passed a low stone wall.

Fruit trees were beginning to line both sides of the road. Though he tilted his head in confusion, Ian followed suit and pulled on his reins.

Clip-clop, clip-clop—

The galloping horses quickly slowed. As their panting breaths filled the air, Thesaya glanced back at him with a faintly sheepish smile.

"Let’s walk from here, Ian. My thighs hurt."

"Alright." Ian chuckled and readily nodded.

And here I thought it was something serious.

They had been riding for half a day straight, covering in hours what would have taken nearly two days on foot. Thanks to that, they had now reached Tahena.

"I’m hungry. You want something to eat, Ian?" Thesaya asked, hopping down from her saddle.

Ian, standing up in his stirrups, pulled out a silver cigarette case from his coat and shook his head. "I’m good. This is enough for me."

"Yeah? Alright then. I’ll be right back." Thesaya nodded, let go of the reins, and darted off to the side of the road. She was likely going to pick some fruit.

Of course she’s going to help herself.