Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

"up to you."

Poetry and wine swallowed a bite of sandwich.

"Just don't run around and scare people."

"However, they most likely won't be able to see you."

She turned around and looked for the yogurt she had brought back from the Satsuki Festival; the sandwich she had just eaten was a bit dry.

While holding his things, he pondered over poetry and wine.

'The Manchester tea house? I vaguely remember it.'

Although the two hadn't met many times, she could definitely see a red-eyed horse girl who looked extremely similar to her following behind the other person.

She had always thought it was her hallucination.

However, the appearance of the water ghost in reality later made her begin to doubt whether ghosts really exist.

'I think it's called Sunday Serenity?'

Poetry and wine's gaze fell upon the water ghost.

Will she see the same things as you?

……

Time flies, and soon it was evening.

As night fell, the corridors of Miura Dormitory were quiet.

Most of the female racehorses were resting in their rooms, or had already gone to room 404 to join in the fun.

Poetry and Wine, holding a can of oolong tea he had just bought from a vending machine, walked listlessly back to his dormitory.

Although she agreed to attend that so-called "strange tales" convention, she was actually not very interested in it.

After all, for someone who has been accompanied by water ghosts for years, artificially created terrifying atmospheres are really child's play.

"Seriously, why do we have to organize these kinds of events?"

She muttered a complaint under her breath, then pulled the tab and took a sip of tea.

She stopped just as she was about to reach the dormitory entrance.

Under the dim streetlights, a figure stood leaning against the railing.

She had long, jet-black hair, a slender figure, and wore Treson's school uniform.

"Manchester Tea House?"

Poetry and wine were somewhat unexpected.

The mysterious girl, who always stayed alone in the corner, was now looking up at the night sky, seemingly humming an unknown melody.

Hearing footsteps, the other person turned around.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

That's definitely the face of the Manchester City Tea House.

but……

The girl, who usually kept her eyes down and had a faint presence, now wore a confident smile that seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

more importantly--

Beneath the other person's messy bangs, their eyes weren't the usual golden color.

Instead, it was a chilling crimson, like fresh blood.

"Oh."

"Manchester Tea House" greeted the guests first, looking at the poetry and wine. Although the voice was still the same, the tone was completely different, revealing a wildness.

"It's you... Little Pony."

Poetry and Wine frowned.

The water ghost beside them seemed to sense something extremely terrifying, and with a "whoosh," it shrank into the shadow of Poetry and Wine, not daring to even peek out.

"what are you doing?"

Poetry and Wine ignored the other's strange form of address and simply asked indifferently.

"It's almost eight o'clock. Aren't you going to tell a story?"

"A story? Ah, that kind of story..."

The red-eyed "Manchester Tea House" waved his hand casually, as if he had heard some boring joke.

"That kind of thing can be left to 'that kid' to handle. I just thought the moonlight was nice tonight, so I came out for some fresh air."

She straightened up and took a few steps closer to the poetry and wine.

The red eyes scanned the poetry and wine from top to bottom, as if examining an interesting exhibit.

"Speaking of which, Satsuki won the prize very well."

The other person's lips curled up into a happy smile.

"Although my running style is a bit reckless, I don't dislike the crazy energy that makes my heart race."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After drinking and eating, Shi Yu took a half step back, instinctively feeling a sense of danger towards the guy in front of him.

It's clearly the face of the Manchester City Tea House, but it feels like a completely different person.

"Hey, want a drink?"

Suddenly, as if by magic, the "Manchester Tea House" owner produced a thermos cup in his hand.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 211 Fear (Fourth Update)

"Although it's not some rare or expensive bean, I've learned a little about how to brew it. Coffee can help you stay awake."

"no need."

Poetry and Wine raised his cup of oolong tea and refused without expression.

"Drinking coffee at night will keep me awake. And drinking too much at once will probably cause a stomachache, right?"

"Stomach ache? Ha!"

The red-eyed girl let out a short, mocking laugh, as if she had heard the funniest joke.

"That's just because the Manchester tea house is too fragile. If it were me... I wouldn't mind drinking all the darkness in the world dry."

She looked at the poetry and wine, her eyes gleaming with a profound light.

"What a pity. It's rare to meet such an interesting guy who can see me without me having to make any effort."

She shrugged and leaned back against the railing.

"Go on, little pony. Don't keep everyone waiting. After all... the story is about to begin."

As Poetry and Wine looked at this eccentric fellow, their sense of unease grew stronger.

"Goodbye."

With those words, Poetry and Wine turned and walked into the dormitory.

The "Manchester Tea House" behind her watched her retreating figure, gently swirled the coffee cup in his hand, and whispered into the void.

"Goldofa Arab, you think so too, right? No wonder you sent her to work on scripts; that kid has a similar obsession to you."

……

Room 404, Meipuriao.

This dormitory, which is usually empty, was decorated to look particularly eerie tonight.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and only a few dim candles were lit. Several flashlights sat in the middle of the table, serving as the only source of light.

"Here they come, here they come, poetry and wine have arrived."

Seeing Poetry and Wine push the door open and enter, Ling Amazon, who was shivering and hugging a pillow, suddenly stood up as if she had seen a savior.

"It's too slow! If it doesn't come soon, the candles will burn out."

"Ugh, everyone's busy, there are so few people here today."

Although Ling Amazon's voice was still loud, it was noticeably trembling.

Several people were already sitting in the room.

Besides Miyu Amazon, there are also Yuki no Bijin, Miyu, Bubble Gum, Satomi Crown, and Yabun Niehui, who also live in Miura Dormitory.

"Good evening, fellow poet and wine enthusiast."

"Hello."

The girl quickly greeted her classmates.

"Hello, Poetry and Wine classmate~"

A voice came from behind the Amazon.

Perhaps out of fear, the petite Mi Yu was hiding behind Ling Amazon, only showing half of her face.

"Sorry, something came up and I was held up a little."

He casually offered a brief explanation of poetry and wine, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"Now that everyone's here, can we begin? Where's the storyteller?"

As she spoke, she found a seat against the wall and sat down.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Ling Amazon looked at her strangely and pointed to the innermost corner of the room.

"As for the tea classmate, wasn't he already sitting there?"

Poetry and wine followed the direction of her finger.

In the darkest corner, a figure in a school uniform sat quietly.

Her long, black hair fell smoothly down, and she held a steaming coffee cup in her hand.

Hearing someone call her name, the girl slowly raised her head.

The other person's eyes were a clear, tranquil golden yellow.

Manchester Tea House.

Good evening, fellow poet and wine enthusiast.

The sounds from the tea room were very soft.

"You're a little late. The coffee's almost cold."

Poetry and Wine's hand, which was drinking oolong tea, froze in mid-air.

She glanced at the quiet Manchester tea house in the corner.

He looked back at the dark corridor outside the door.

Just one minute ago.

Who was that talkative, arrogant guy she met downstairs with red eyes...?

"……Hey."

Poetry and wine, oolong tea set aside, voice a little hoarse.

"You...you've been here the whole time?"

"right."

The answer she received was from the Amazon.

"I arrived at the tea house about twenty minutes ago and have been drinking coffee there. What's wrong? You don't look well."

The dim candlelight cast flickering shadows on the wall.