The shopkeeper held the bellyband in his hand, his expression more bewildered than anyone else's.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to throw it away or keep it.
He never imagined that just by watching the excitement, he would become part of the excitement himself.
While still confused, a longsword was already resting against his neck.
A young woman, full of shame and indignation, snatched the bellyband from his hand and said through gritted teeth:
"Well, I was wondering how a horse knew to steal a woman's intimate belongings...
"Turns out someone's behind this, you... you've got a lot of nerve!!"
The shopkeeper was so frightened his legs went limp:
"In… innocence, Heroine!
"I don't know... I don't know what's going on.
"This horse, this horse... it's not mine!!"
"If it's not yours, how did it give this... this thing to you?"
The woman was so angry her face turned green.
The onlookers around only fueled her rage further.
