"Who?"

Beautiful legs suddenly stretched straight and bounced back without looking. There was a "squeak" in the air, and the sound fell. The tip of the witch horse's snowy feet had reached the chest of the man behind her. Meanwhile, the glass of red wine in her hand was firmly on the balcony railings.

"Hehe, sister, you white legs." The man behind grabbed her left hand, grasped her right leg with great accuracy, and had a bad smile on his face.

The wizard horse's snowy legs were restrained by a move and lightened by him. Her heart was frightened and angry. In that instant, her body was lifted up, a...