"Neigh——"
Scorching hot blood, accompanied by the horse's neigh, splattered all over Count Horatio's face. Count Horatio was, after all, a noble lord who lived in the lap of luxury. He normally had no opportunities to wield swords or spears. The longsword he carried on his person was mostly used for decoration and rarely left its sheath.
A lord living in luxury did not possess great physical strength. Therefore, Count Horatio's first slash did not sever the horse's neck. On the contrary, due to the pain, the horse that previously could not struggle up from the ground no matter what, managed to reluctantly stand up using its three remaining legs. The massive movement almost knocked over Count Horatio, who was raising his sword.
Count Horatio staggered a few times before steadying himself. Looking at the horse secured in place by the reins and unable to escape smoothly, his complexion turned gloomy.
