Spurring the horse and brandishing the whip.
After leaving the manor, many nobles mounted their horses, eagerly charging toward the nearby mountains and forests.
The surrounding woods were within the territory of Baron Greenburg, where dangerous large animals had long been cleared, leaving behind only harmless small and medium-sized creatures.
Or they were intentionally bred as game, for leisure at times.
Although Joseph's movements were clumsy, he excitedly joined the hunting party.
"Ro...ger."
Biska glanced at Roger, "Where's your horse?"
Roger didn't even look up, "I'm not feeling well, so I won't be joining."
He raised his collar, covering half his cheek, and spoke slowly.
"The autumn scenery of Greenburg is delightful; it's a pity not to experience it firsthand."
Biska frowned slightly; in truth, no one was particularly concerned about the hunting prize as it was merely a private gathering.
