Londinium, outer district.
In the area near the city walls and City Gate, a carriage came racing over and stopped before Riezel and the others, who had just left the War Room.
The horse pulling the carriage was no ordinary horse. It was an Eight-Legged Horse, snow-white from head to toe, with eight hooves.
"So you were still here?"
Seeing the white Eight-Legged Horse run eagerly toward him and lower its head before him, Riezel reached out in surprise and stroked its head.
"You thought it was gone?" Da Vinci smiled at Riezel. "It's one of our most important means of transport. Even if you searched all of Londinium, or even all of Britain, you'd find few horses that could compare to it."
"If not for it, Bagster would have caught us long ago. How could we have kept fleeing from her for over a month and successfully escaped all the way to Londinium?"
"So, we treasure it dearly."
This Eight-Legged Horse was the one Riezel had summoned through a permanent summoning.
Back in Norwich, he had let the Eight-Legged Horse pull the carriage and send Artoria and the others away, while he alone faced the "Calamity" and Morgan's Water Mirror Technique, only to be sent to the era of Fairy Calendar 400.
After that, Riezel had gone through several worlds and had been away from this one for over a year, nearly two.
After so much time, even Riezel had forgotten about the Eight-Legged Horse he had summoned. Who would have thought it had remained by Artoria and the others' side, only to appear before him once more?
"True enough. Londinium is so poor that it barely has any ordinary horses, much less an Eight-Legged Horse that's a monster itself. This fellow must have been quite useful here too,