Lunch
Under the heavy rain, a carriage moved steadily through the dense woods. Pulled by two massive horses—each at least twice the size of those found on Earth. It glided effortlessly over the muddy terrain.
On either side of the carriage, a black bat emblem, the unmistakable symbol of the royal family, stood out against the dark wood, hinting at its occupants' importance.
'Alastor's citizens have vehicles far superior to Earth's cars, capable of traversing any terrain and powered by magic, yet the nobles still favor carriages pulled by beasts. It's... strange,' Elion thought.
[Vampires are fond of tradition, and the royal family is no exception. In fact, the higher their rank, the more fiercely they cling to the old ways.] Said Valen, answering Elion's question.
'Oh? And what's your opinion on this so-called tradition, Valen? You were a vampire noble yourself, right?' Elion asked.