"The magic of magic!"

"Sit straight, look forward, hold the reins firmly, kick to run, pull back to stop." Evren said to himself repeatedly. "It says nothing about what to do with your ass. Why does it hurt like it does?"

Evren had been riding the horse for three hours, while wearing this uncomfortable armor and uniform he was beginning to get aches and pains in completely new places. "I don't see how anyone can find fun in this, give me a flighter any day."

He had prepared a note and sealed it with wax. He didn't have a signet to use, so he used the pommel of his sword that had his unit insignia on it. He was planning to ride ahead, give the note to Captain Galand and await a response. Since his face had been broadcasted to everyone, he was planning to use an illusion to make his face look different.