"How many hours are left before we arrive, old man?" Pearl asked. She was already getting bored from sitting still for such long hours.
"Please be patient, Miss Pearl. If we continue moving at this pace, we should arrive in about twelve hours." Gilles replied while wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. Making Pearl angry was the last thing he wanted.
He then lowered the carriage window.
"Hey, can you move faster, David?" Gilles shouted toward the carriage driver.
"Sorry, sir, but it is already night. It is not wise to move too fast blindly in the dark." David answered cautiously.
"And why is it not wise? Can you tell me?" Pearl suddenly asked mockingly.
"Err... it's because of the monsters..." David replied slowly.
"Do you actually not know who I am? I am the one they call the Fatal Lancer. All monsters wish they never have to face me. Now, move faster!"
"A-alright!" David immediately whipped the horses, causing the carriage to speed up.
