#8. In Search of a Fateful Encounter (6)

Thanks to the servants who had been bustling about since dawn, the preparations for departure were more or less complete, but.

“Eeeeeek!”

There was still one major problem for them, however.

“S-save me, Eugenie! Get me down!”

The star of the day was shrieking atop a horse walking at a leisurely pace.

Watching the young lady named Eleonore Ariena de Béarn, everyone gathered there could only shake their heads.

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“My lady. It’s all right now.”

“Eu-Eugenie. I-I thought I was going to d-die.”

Tears welled in the corners of her large eyes. The hand clinging to Eugenie’s arm trembled like the legs of a newborn foal...