私の名は妖精馬グリンガレット。
背にゴリラを乗せている。

いや違う。ゴリラではない。ガラティーン卿だ。
白銀の甲冑だけでも重いのにあの男ときたら
さわやかイケメンのクセに筋肉の密度半端なく
体重もズシリと重い。
だがその英気たるや燦々と降りそそぐ陽光の如き
暑苦しさもとい熱血漢そのもので、一日に千里を
走るとか割とザラ。
そして戦いとなれば相手を殲滅するまで手を止めず、
三日三晩の徹夜は当然という念の入りよう。
質実剛健、融通の利かない卿ではあるが、
その心の細やかさ、強さ、そして厳しさを誰よりも
走行量で知っている。

私は妖精馬グリンガレット。
今日もガラティーン卿と共に平原を征く。
いや違う。ガラェイン卿だった。

My name is Gringolet, the fairy steed.
A gorilla rides upon my back.

No, that's not right. It's not a gorilla. It's Sir Galatine.
His silver armor is heavy enough, but even though that guy may look like a slender, handsome man, his muscle density is crazy, and he weighs way more than you'd think.
But his heroic aura is like the shining sun, which means it's always really hot wherever he is, making him a hot-blooded man who usually rides a thousand leagues in a day.
During combat, he won't stop until he's annihilated his enemy, and he'll often go three days and three nights without sleeping.
He's a noble and honest man, and although stubborn, from the amount of time I've spent with him I know the delicateness of his heart, his strength, and his sternness more than anyone.

I am Gringolet, the fairy steed. Today again, I conquer the plains with Sir Galatine.
No, that's wrong again. It's Sir Galain.