With everything properly in place, Monica, Samira, and Beatrice left the house and found themselves face-to-face with Strax, waiting with Apocalipse and the carriage they had bought.
Returning to the carriage where Carlos awaited impatiently, he eyed Strax with a raised eyebrow. "Everything okay?" As he watched the women approach, Strax nodded, mounting the carriage and taking the reins once again. "Yes, we're ready. Let's go."
Beatrice, approaching, asked him something, "Aren't you coming with us in the carriage?" Strax regretfully shook his head, explaining, "If I don't control her, she might end up harming these two innocent horses. She's a bit... jealous about me using another means of transportation." He explained with a wry smile; it was quite strange for him to talk about a mare like that, but it was the truth. Whenever Strax got close to others of her kind... well, she would blaze with fury, her eyes turning red, showing only one thing... Danger... A lot of danger...
