Aleister, in his red fox form, stood atop the white horse, dangling the magic wand left by the baboon, wobbling his head.
Because it was too large for the fox, it almost dropped onto the horse's back with a clang after being held for a while.
"Do you like it that much?"
The white horse spoke somewhat helplessly, its voice steady and polite: "Is it because it's your spoils of war?"
"I always feel like it's kind of powerful…"
Aleister said with a muffled voice, holding the baboon's wand sideways in his mouth like a dog with a bone, "But it seems a bit difficult to use…"
The white horse was somewhat helpless, and could only continue to carry the fox on his back as he rallied the troops.
That fox kept standing on its back, not coming down when told. One really couldn't tell who was the leader of this legion…
On the other side, Aleister was focused on fiddling with something.
Since he had killed that baboon, he had started studying the wand.
