Above the grasslands, the sky gradually darkened.
The sound of thunder grew, and a light rain began to fall.
The mobilized animal legion was marching in the rain.
The white horse carried the Fox, their fur both soaked by the rain. The previous research on the magic wand had failed, and Aleister had carelessly tossed it aside.
"Do you think we have a chance of victory?"
Asked the white horse.
"What's wrong, buddy?"
Aleister spoke frankly, "Feeling depressed from all the pressure?"
"The pressure is indeed enormous," said the white horse in a deep voice, clear and piercing, conveying the fortitude of a hero, "but I will not give up.
"Because I carry the hope of the animal kingdom on my shoulders. I absolutely cannot fall, nor can I fail..."
"— But the very moment you say that, it shows you're actually nervous."
The wet Fox retorted sarcastically.
The white horse fell silent.
Aleister finally confirmed... this white horse was not Crown Lord Arthur.
