The crow hopped on Sunny's shoulder, and they headed toward where Nightmare was hiding. Cronos, annoyingly, followed them with an excited smile. That said, Sunny couldn't remain annoyed for long because of the worshipful gaze the old man was giving him.
"Lord Sunless... if I may ask..."
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What?"
Cronos hesitated for a moment.
"...What is a horse?"
That almost caused Sunny to stumble.
'What the hell... why does it sound like something I would say?'
He shrugged.
"It's a large animal that runs really well. People used to ride them to get around. Of course, my horse is no ordinary horse... he's a real menace, that beast."
The old man frowned in contemplation.
"But why wouldn't they just use a boat?"
Sunny suppressed the desire to grind his teeth and answered in an even tone:
"The world outside the Tomb is not all water, remember? Most people live on land. Horses are land animals."
Cronos looked into the distance, confusion written all over his face.
"Ah... I see, I see. Are there no land boats? That seems strange!"
The barrage of questions continued.
By the time they reached the deep shadows where Nightmare was hiding, Sunny felt a bit tired.
"...yes, earth does sometimes shake, spew fire, and swallow entire towns. Not too often, though. Mostly when a volcano erupts... oh, a volcano is just a fire-breathing mountain. And a mountain is basically a big sharp rock, tall enough to reach the clouds. There's ice and snow on top, but not enough air to breathe... well, rather there's plenty of air, but you can't breathe it without dying..."
The old man's eyes grew wide.
"How bizarre! I would never want to live on land... it sounds terrifying..."
Sunny stared at him wildly.
'What the hell do you mean, terrifying?! You live on an endless river that falls into a bottomless abyss, plagued by roving time storms and Defiled monsters from the future!'
He shook his head, then said in a stifled voice:
"Nightmare, come out."
Two scarlet flames ignited in the darkness, and the shadows surged, forming into the shape of a dreadful black steed. Light glistened on Nightmare's steel fangs and sharp horns, tinted red by the blazing sunset.
Cronos yelped.
"Ah! A... a horse!"
His wrinkly face grew pale, and he took a couple steps back.
"M-my Lord... you didn't tell me that horses are such terrifying beasts! Do land dwellers really r-ride them?"
Sunny looked at the youth vindictively, then felt bad about it. The kid was very old, after all... what if seeing Nightmare gave him a heart attack?
He hesitated for a moment, then patted Cronos on the shoulder.
"Yes. But as I said, Nightmare is not your usual horse. He is an ancient shadow creature that used to serve an immortal Transcendent before becoming mine. Now... let's feed him."
As Sunny threw an excited glance at the black steed and summoned the nacre ornament, the old man asked in a shaking voice: ƒгeewёbnovel.com
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