After sending Schatten, Mont Blanc, and 10 other horses into the stable and organizing the various spoils of war and gift supplies in the warehouse, that spacious warehouse seemed packed full. So I even moved goods down to the ancient Roman-era basement where Klugen had been hiding.
What captured Hilda's interest was, of course, Mont Blanc.
"Is this magnificent white horse Count Épinay's?"
"Yeah. It has a nasty temper and picks fights with everyone."
"Really? It's so gentle, though."
"...Right. It's gentle?"
Mont Blanc stayed still under Hilda's touch without rearing up.
This horse had reared up when I touched it before.
Winter explained that Mont Blanc seemed to have taken a liking to the lady.
I'd somehow tamed it by bribing it with sugar cubes, but Hilda didn't need that.
It's not as though this horse discriminates between people... or does it?
Neigh!
