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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 441.

Chapter 441.

    Chapter 441.<h4><b>Chapter 441. A Father and Some Stupid Horses: Horses are Jerks.</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that Rosa dragged me over to the horse stable. She was definitely mad at me. The dark red color of her soulbined with her grip on my hand made that pretty obvious.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was pretty rare to see her mad at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While Dawn took the horses out from the stable Rosa whispered furiously, “Why’d you go and tell Dawn’s father about that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. He saw the sweater his daughter came home wearing and thought I’d done something with her despite already having a girlfriend. If I didn’t exin what really happened-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You could have just said a squirrel peed on her like she thought. You didn’t have to say it was me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What if he doubted it, thought I was making up something random, and got more suspicious instead?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s your problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Despite still being mad, the dark red color her soul gave off became a lighter shade. It seemed she at least understood a bit, but despite understanding, she still wasn’t willing topletely forgive me for it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll buy you some good ice creamter when we get to the city.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! As if I’ll forgive you with just ice cream.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her soul initially lightened a bit in color before turning deeper red again, albeit less than before.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But it’s really good, you know. Have you ever tried dippin’ dots before?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dippin’ dots? What’s that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you don’t know? It’s a kind of ice cream that’s actually pretty hard toe by where we live. You can only get them at the annual summer carnival toward the end of July in our city, but it shouldn’t be too hard to find in the big city nearby.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her soul shed back and forth between dark red and yellow. She was wavering.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Imagine small tiny little balls of chocte individually melting like butter on your tongue.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her soul remained yellow as she closed her eyes and imagined it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… if you treat me to that… I might… just maybe forgive you if it’s as good as you say it is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Truly, ice cream is the secret of life. Any problem you have can be washed away with ice cream. What a miraculous revolutionary invention. Little did the creator of ice cream know how powerful a product they created.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn suddenly exited the barn riding atop a dark brown horse leading two of the white horses I’d seen earlier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here, both of you should put these on.” When she stopped in front of us, she dismounted the horse she was on and held out two helmets to us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Better to be safe than sorry if yuh don''t have much experience with horses. If yuh fall off your horse and hit your head it wouldn’t be funny.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks,” I graciously epted and strapped on the helmet. I’d never been good with animals. They always disliked me. Dogs in the neighborhood always barked at me and chased me down as a kid. I’d been bitten by my fair share growing up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be fine without one. I’ve ridden my fair share of horses.” Unlike me, Rosa politely declined the helmet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa calmly approached one of the white horses behind Dawn. She stroked its neck to soothe it. The horse let out an audible nicker as it nuzzled its head up against Rosa affectionately.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She seems to like you a lot,” Dawnplimented.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the horse calm, standing at the horse’s side, Rosa held onto the reins firmly, put her foot in the stirrup, and climbed up onto it in one smooth motion. She made it look so easy and natural. So much so that I felt nervous.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn turned her attention to me and confirmed, “It’s your first time getting on a horse, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You pretty much just need to do what she did. I’ll help you though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, sure, thanks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn approached the second white horse and soothed it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can slowly approach now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I took a step forward. I looked the horse straight in the eyes. I felt anxious and uneasy. Somehow the horse seemed wary of me but it still allowed me to get closer to it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t pet her on the head. Try stroking or rubbing along her neck. You want her to feelfortable around you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“R-Right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my hand up and ced it on the horse’s long neck, but as soon as I made contact the horse bent its head away and tried to start walking away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Woah there, Betsy, stay. Be a good girl.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The horse snorted, she seemed disinterested in getting along with me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… she doesn’t seem to like me very much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That shouldn’t be the case. Betsy here gets along with everyone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm… It wouldn’t be good to try getting on her if she’s ufortable with you though. Rosa, can you try mounting Betsy and let Ran try mounting Shirley.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa dismounted Shirley and mounted Betsy just as easily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… Betsy seems to be just fine with Rosa too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I approached Shirley, she didn’t seem as unfriendly toward me as Betsy had.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, take hold of the reins.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.” When I grabbed the rein I suddenly felt a strong force bash into my chest. I fell backward t on my ass onto the ground. Shirley had swung her head my way and pushed me away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shirley! Behave!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shirley squealed back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell’s with this? Am I being bullied by horses?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn apologized, “Uh… sorry… I really don’t know what’s gotten into them. They never behave like this around others. They’re usually so well behaved and I don’t know why they’re reacting so negatively to you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Is it because I’m a devil? Can animals differentiate between a devil and a normal human?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine, it’s not a big deal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, it’s probably because he’s just not popr with thedies,” Rosa joked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s definitely that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… why don’t we give Shirley another shot?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood back up. Dawn held Shirley in ce and coaxed her while gently brushing her hand through her mane, “Shirley, be a good girl, okay? Ran isn’t going to hurt yuh or do anything weird. He’s really nice and sweet. He’s the boyfriend of the girl yuh were getting along with so well just now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she handed me the rein, this time, Shirley didn’t bash me as Dawn was in the way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I put my foot in the stirrup and steadied myself on one leg. I took a deep breath in and pulled myself up but the second my foot left the ground Shirley’s front legs raised up high in the air. She stood on her hind legs and neighed loudly. I was thrown back and took a much harder fallpared to the first time around.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shirley! What’s gotten into you today!” Dawn wrestled with Shirley to calm her down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was immensely thankful I hadn’t tried to y the tough guy by refusing the helmet Dawn offered me at the start. If I wasn’t wearing it, I’d have definitely taken a hard hit to the head just now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Iid t on the ground and nkly stared up at the clouds as my back ached in pain. Maybe I was just fated to never ride a horse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hehe, these horses sure are giving you a tough time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned my head to the side and saw Rosa seated on Betsy looking at me with a satisfied grin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not funny, don’tugh.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, they must be handing down divine retribution for you bbing earlier.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. You think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It must be that. They must have noticed when I was mad at you earlier so they’re shunning you since they seem to like me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Horses are terrible. Absolutely horrible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, are you okay?” Dawn immediately came over once she’d calmed Shirley down and asked worriedly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, nothing seems to be broken at least.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry… for your experience trying to ride a horse to end up like this…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not a big deal. I’m used to setbacks and failing miserably.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But at this rate, you’re probably going to hate horses if this is how your first experience turns out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t deny that and act like I won’t dislike horses because of this. Horses definitely suck so far.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, how about trying to get on Be?” Dawn anxiously pointed to the horse she’d arrived on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Sure I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I rose to my feet and dusted off my back. Dawn went over to Be’s side first and had a little chat with her, likely begging her to behave. She probably threw in a few under-the-counter bribes while she was at it, promising her some of her favorite food if she didn’t act up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, it should be... good now… probably…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That didn’t sound very confident.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Third time’s the charm.” Dawn gave me a thumbs up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather think of it as three strikes and you’re out…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’ll go well this time for sure, trust me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Whatever you say.”
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