“He’s a bit unsophisticated and wasn’t made with any consideration toward his occupant’s circumstances, depending on his owner, he can exert more power than any other magic mount.”

She nodded her head.

“I heard that modern magic mounts aren’t made this big because it’ll help reduce the burden on their occupants. Even the old magic mounts displayed in front of the Imperial Palace aren’t this big.” 

“Of course. From the start, this damned bastard wasn’t created with that in mind.”

“Sir?”

Adelaide was in the middle of questioning the man’s unfathomable words when the man spoke.

“I will give you what you want.”

Startled, Adelaide turned towards him.

“But before that, I have to ask you something.”

Adelaide gulped as she looked into his inscrutable black eyes. 

“I can go to the Imperial Capital and place you on the throne right now. I can end the war with such dignity and power that none of the princes would dare want what’s yours. However, the moment you sit on the throne, I will no longer be involved in the affairs of the Empire. Then perhaps soon…”

“There may be another civil war.”

The man didn’t disagree.

“Are there any other options?”

“You may use me, but step out of my shadows and do not...