The underground cave is midnight-quiet, except for the howling of wind entering through the exit, and the gulping of throats, as the 16-year-old children drink the Faith Tama.
"What are you waiting for, you're the only one who is yet to drink."
Sora looks at the horsewoman with no hint of friendliness on her face. Moreover, her silver eyes flickered with a murderous intent. Suddenly, wrinkles appear on her nose; as, her mouth downturns.
"I know the Faith Tama is disgusting to swallow, but try your best to swallow it, instead of testing."
Looking at Kinimo's heartfelt smile that reaches her ears, Sora trembles —feeling like chitin is growing on her.
'Damn woman! Don't forget that horses don't smile!'
Shrugging of everything with a blank visage, Sora picks the clay jar. Fancy enough, it looks like a wine cup with two handles, and the liquid inside is less than one hundred ml.
