Our time in the stables

It's been five days since the offer. I still have two, but my mind still can't come to a conclusion.

If I accept, the story will be modified in greater ways than I can imagine.

If I don't, then I could still follow the argument of the plot, but that could lead to an irreversible end if I'm not careful.

The randomness of my own story, or the questionable path pavemented before my arrival to this world.

"Which is the correct answer?"

With that question floating in my mind, I headed to the stables. I had to take care of Twilight as my new recurrent responsibility.

**

"My, the black panther is here for another day of work, huh"

"... Please don't call me that"

"Haha. You should be happy that your name is now roaming through the Fotiadis house, not everyone can become famous in the land of a duke"

"Still... That nickname's quite embarrassing"

When I arrived, the first person to greet me was the caretaker of drakes. His clothes were covered in mud and blood, distinctive colors of someone who