After a while of interaction with Aria, Nathan instructed the staff members on site to put on the riding equipment for Aria. At the same time, he said to Bryon, “My horse is fine now. We can start the competition any time.”
Bryon nodded before giving him a half-smile. “Sure. Once I win, both Iorasia and Aria will be mine.”
Nathan hummed and replied, “It'll depend on whether or not you're capable of that.”
Not long after, both Nathan and Bryon rode their horses into the tracks, ready to start the competition.
In the meantime, the rest stayed outside the tracks as they stared at the scene in anticipation.
The match was a competition between two nations' leaders. The one who lost would be embarrassed, and that was why everyone was eager to find out who was going to lose.
Fausto took on the role of the judge.
“Ready! Go!”
As soon as Fausto yelled, the whistle blew.
Almost simultaneously, Nathan and Bryon dashed forward with their horses.
Bryon came from a noble family; he had learned all kinds of activities that a noble family had to learn, and that included horse riding.
He had always been an excellent horse rider.
Furthermore, the racehorse he was on was impressive. Its extreme speed made adrenaline rush in him.
Initially, he thought that his outstanding riding skills and the brilliant champion horse under him would mean he could easily overtake Nathan.
Yet, unexpectedly, Nathan was not at all slower than him on his scrawny horse. As a matter of fact, Nathan was riding just beside him.
The audience's blood boiled with excitement as they watched the competition.
Everyone was cheering for their own nation's leader.
Even Penny, who had always been graceful, was excited. Her fists were clenched, and her gaze was fixed on Nathan as she whispered under her breath, “Do your best, Hubby! Do your best!”
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