223. The Mist Of Dead

"What is it, my lord? Are we being chased?" Sir Kennedy, the Inquisitor, asked. 

Sylvester grunted and felt the cold rising. "No, we're being trapped. It's the Shadow Knight—he's after us!" 

"What? Good lord!" The Inquisitor rode his horse even faster as he didn't have two people. 

Sylvester cursed internally. 'Don't do it… whatever you are. I will one day come to you on my own… but not now.' 

"Shadow Knight is real?" Isabella asked in shock. 

"Not only is it real, but I have also fought it once and somehow survived to tell the tale. Now, look at the front and lower your head as much as possible." He pushed her down while also touching her back with his head. 

To reduce the air resistance, he had to do it. He reckoned that even a fraction of an increase in speed could be life-saving. 

"You can do it, Frost!" Sylvester cheered his stallion.