The Astarte of the B

The sound of horses' hooves, "tap, tap, tap," came from the winding and rugged road.,"Let's stop for a moment, we can't just kill him like this. Murder itself leaves traces, doesn't it",Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。