Two weeks later, the Emperor was ready to set out with his troops. Hanto was not asked to come along to everyone’s surprise, but after persistent bothering the Emperor finally gave in, under the circumstances that he only stay as a spectator. When asked why, he refused to explain.
But Hanto had a bad feeling that it might have something to do with Advisor Chur.
Charlotte was not required to come along, it was completely up to her, but from the way the Emperor phrased himself, Charlotte could tell he’d rather her not go. Standing on the outskirts of the capital city, the Emperor glanced at her once more.
“I insist.” She said. “I was the creator of this strategy. No one knows it better than I do. Even though I’ve told you all that I can, there will always be the unpredictable.”
“Do not underestimate the knights of the Hyang.”
Charlotte shook her head.
“I must come.”
“If you insist them.” The Emperor sighed. “But the battlefield is no place for a women.”
“I am no ordinary women.”
“Well then,” He nodded turning to his servants, “Prepare a carriage for our-”
Charlotte cut him short.
“I don’t need a carriage.”
“You can’t walk there.” The Emperor frowned.
“I can ride just as well as anyone else.”
“Are you sure you don’t need a carriage?”
Charlotte was sure.
“I rode here myself. Do you think I walked all the way to the capital or hired some carriagemen?”
She whistled loudly and moments later, a white dot appeared on the horizon and slowly began getting bigger and bigger until everyone could see that it was a lovely white stallion flew across the plane as if it were flying. It stopped right in front of Charlotte and she stroked him softly.
“Long time no see, big boy.” She whisper to him with a smile before hopping on. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”