Twins. How strange. Charlemagne could never have imagined a girl being the same as Astolfo ─ possibly due in part to his preexisting feminine visage and manner of dress. The mental image he had of a sister was... A short-haired Astolfo in full plate armor, somehow with hidden voluptuousness of ridiculous quality. That was a tough image to process. Oh well; he could move on without too much curiosity, taking the slightly-snug fit next to Sakura in the carriage throne. There was just enough space for the pair to sit side-by-side, but just little enough that he had to sling an arm around her midriff to fit comfortably. This had to be part of the plan. Oh well.

Yume warned the group that they had only five minutes of access to her for whatever purposes, yawning as she did so. It seemed she was the type who might sleep her way through a road trip. That, at least, was Yuuya's thought on the matter. Charlemagne thought the same, and shook his head as if to say he needed nothing. Meanwhile, Astolfo was taking necessary steps toward moving the group along. He seemed no less disheartened even as he shuffled around a bit. Astolfo snapped the reins in the strangest way. He did so while simultaneously slinging one leg around Martha, pinning himself between the carriage and her back and... of course, keeping his groin pressed firmly against her lower back as it peeked from beneath his skirt. The snapping motion itself landed his hands on the woman's breasts, leaving the reins wrapped around his wrists as if he intended to handle control using Martha's bosom as handles. "Hyah~!" he called during the initial jiggle of the female saint's mounds. With that, the journey would officially begin.