239 No Man's Land

Leonel touched his sore bottom again. He had already lost count of the number of times he had done so, but the discomfort hadn't disappeared. 

Seeing Leonel do this again, Lionus couldn't help but snicker. Though he quickly tried to hide it, Leonel wouldn't miss such a thing with how sharp his senses were. He could only send a glare toward the Crown Prince. 

Unfortunately, this glare only made Lionus' withheld laughter burst forth like a torrential tide. 

"If others knew the great Earthen Childe Leonel couldn't handle riding a horse for a few hours, just how would they react?"

Lionus' laughter continued as though he couldn't sense Leonel's piercing glare. 

It had already been a few days since Leonel, Lionus and the rest of the expedition squad had set out to the Border Region.