Allen happily headed into the stable to ride his horse. He had won many awards for his horsemanship.
He was very excited; it was his birthday and his mother had promised to ride with him.
He stopped short, pained.
The horse was lying there as if dead.
"W-What's wrong with him?!"
"Oh, my dear..." Sennen said. "I can't believe it...your horse seems to have fallen into a sleep from which...he'll never wake. Too bad about that tournament."
Allen bit his lip. He wanted so badly to unleash Cross Grave on this bastard, but he couldn't do that. He was a prince. And an Exorcist.
Mana wouldn't want him to be violent like that.
