Chapter 61 Pre-Dinner Games
There was still some time before the luncheon, and in the distance stood two prominent figures, accompanied by the esteemed heiress of the Clark family. It was a rare opportunity indeed.
Rex's eyes sparkled as he suggested, "Ladies and gentlemen, our Brown Family estate boasts various entertainment facilities. Let's have some fun and pass the time."
Ethan chimed in, "I've heard Rex was a retired archery champion. How about heading to the archery range for a demonstration?"
Rex's expression turned awkward as he glanced at Elbert, feeling uneasy. "Let's skip that. No need for a demonstration," he said, straightening up. "But I hear Ethan is a renowned equestrian, and Aldrich is a top-notch marksman?"
"Coincidentally, our estate features a dedicated horse track, racecourse, and shooting range. How about a friendly competition?" Rex proposed, exchanging meaningful looks with Ethan and Aldrich. The two grasped the unspoken cue—Rex was setting the stage for them to shine.
Their gazes shifted to Melissa, who had appeared reserved since meeting the group and observing everyone with detachment.
"Then it's settled. Let's go," Rex declared, leading the group without allowing room for objections.
At the racecourse, excitement surged as they laid eyes on the robust black stallion in the stable.
"Nice horse," Ethan stepped forward, remarking, "I've competed in numerous equestrian events worldwide, but I've never encountered such a spirited horse."
"This is an iron-hoof horse, originally from the mountains, with exceptionally tough hooves. It may not seem suited for the racecourse to the untrained eye, but that's a misconception," Ethan explained. "Its true potential is revealed only in the hands of a skilled equestrian. Only a master rider can unleash its agility on the plains."
Ethan's pride was evident as he shared his expertise, analyzing the horse's qualities in detail. Melissa nodded slightly, acknowledging his knowledge. Even Elbert, drawn to the steed, approached and gently stroked it.
"Elbert, be cautious," Ethan warned, a hint of disdain in his tone. "This horse is spirited, and if it kicks you, don't blame me."
"Ethan is right. This horse has a fiery temperament. No one has managed to ride it successfully," Rex chimed in, chuckling. "If Ethan can ride this horse, it will indeed showcase his exceptional skills."
"I've encountered such horses before and always managed them," Ethan boasted confidently, eyeing the horse.
Elbert smiled faintly, taking a step back. "Why not demonstrate your skills?"
"Of course," Ethan disregarded Elbert, turning to Melissa with a smile. "Since Miss Clark is present, I must give my best performance for our first meeting."
With a deep breath, Ethan gracefully mounted the horse. The usually spirited stallion remained calm, earning applause from the onlookers. Ethan's tall figure on the horse exuded grace.
Ethan glanced at Melissa, and she appeared somewhat impressed.
Taking another breath, Ethan urged the horse forward. However, to everyone's surprise, the horse remained still. Ethan tried again, but the horse refused to move, leaving the spectators in silence.
A faint chuckle escaped Elbert as he warned, "I suggest you dismount within ten seconds."
Angrily, Ethan retorted, "Elbert, you know nothing. This is about building momentum. Just wait..." Suddenly, the horse neighed, reared up, and threw Ethan off, shocking everyone. Ethan, disheveled on the ground, accused Rex of a faulty horse.
"You know nothing about horses!" Elbert approached, standing before the horse. "This is not just an iron-hoof horse but a purebred warhorse."
Elbert continued, describing the warhorse's nature—born for battle, untamed, and proud. The horse snorted in agreement, affirming Elbert's words.
Elbert turned to Ethan, sneering, "You are unworthy of riding a warhorse and are a joke."
Enraged, Ethan challenged Elbert to ride the horse himself. Rex, feeling embarrassed, urged Elbert to prove his heroism. Lori, witnessing the exchange, signaled Elbert to refrain, but he calmly refused.
Aldrich mocked Elbert for just talking, but Elbert, smiling faintly, faced the warhorse directly. StrikeAura—The Emperor's Presence.
The warhorse neighed, front hooves stepping forward, knees bending, and head lowering in a display of respect. It knelt before Elbert, acknowledging his strength.
Elbert remained composed, a serene smile playing on his lips.
'Who else but him could be the hero now?' thought he.
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