Ever since he had been mistaken for having a split personality,
Falan's feelings had been complicated. After all, he didn't have any mental illness.
Still, using a split personality to explain the difference between himself and "Isaac Stamp" did make sense.
Hiding his complicated emotions behind a poker face, Falan headed for the Empire's Military Department with Mikael.
It really made Falan want to complain. The technology tree in this world was seriously warped.
They clearly had Imperial Arms that were practically living beings, and could even create robots indistinguishable from humans.
Yet this world had never developed cars. Even military deployments could only rely on horses and Bus No. 11.
Mikael asked, "Isaac, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing much." As Falan said that, the girl stared at him with an expression that clearly said, You're lying.
Falan could only complain helplessly, Do you have to be that sharp? I can't even tell a harmless lie?
Of course, he wouldn't say that aloud. "All right, I was just wondering, Mikael, can you ride a horse?"
Mikael said, "Of course. Didn't we ride horses whenever we went out on missions before?"
"..." Seeing the look on her face that said, Are you messing with me? Falan suddenly didn't know what to say.
He had only wanted to find a topic to divert her attention, but he had forgotten that he'd already seen her ride before.
Falan said, "Ahem. I mean, do you have experience riding long distances? We're heading to the northern border, after all."
Mikael said, "That's true. From the Imperial Capital to the northern border, we have to pass through two major towns and ride for around ten days."
Falan said, "Exactly. It naturally makes no difference to me, since I was a soldier in the past. But