"Catch them! Catch them! Don't kill them! Capture them alive!"
The pursuers shouted loudly as they chased Julius and Rosalina without stopping.
They were dead set on grabbing the queen.
Rosalina frowned softly and looked back.
"But how will you kill them?" she asked, her voice a little worried.
The horse galloped deeper and deeper into the thick forest.
Tall pine trees stood all around them, their branches heavy with bright white snow.
The air felt cold and fresh, and the trees looked beautiful in the soft winter light.
Julius turned his head slightly and studied the trees.
These pines were a bit different from the ones he knew on Earth.
At the very top of each tree, there was a strange box-shaped cluster of needles and cones.
As he was observing the trees, suddenly, a memory clicked in his mind.
It wasn't from his own life on Earth, it came from this world's Julius.
When he was a little boy, his family had gone on a trip to the hills.
