The pale cloth snapped in the morning wind, marked with the silver crest of Galatea's family. For a moment, his arms remained around Luvia, his lips still close to her forehead, while her body leaned back against him with a strange stillness.
Luka stared at the banner, hesitating a moment as his thoughts remained clouded. His eyes opened wide. He quickly lifted Luvia off his lap, stroking her plump buttocks and patting them as he did.
"We need to head to the main halls, Luva."
"Nnn... E-Eh?"
She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the sudden touch and light smack before his words drew her from the sudden momentary delight.
Luvia grabbed his sleeve, yanking him back slightly.
"Why!?"
However, in the distance, the rider's horse stumbled slightly at the gate, sending the knight flying through the air before he slammed into the dirt.
'That doesn't seem normal...'
The horse then collapsed, curling up as it appeared to pant heavily.
