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

She stiffly extended her hand.

Although the black-haired girl's fingertips were still trembling slightly due to weakness, her attitude was exceptionally resolute.

"lay down."

The tone of the poem and the wine had returned to its usual cool and aloofness.

"I can eat it myself."

Narita paused for a moment, the spoon in his hand stopping in mid-air.

Then, as if realizing something, she scratched her blonde hair somewhat embarrassedly and gave an apologetic smile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! You looked so weak, I just instinctively thought of you as a little sister who needed taking care of..."

"Who's the little sister?"

Poetry and Wine offered a quiet rebuttal without further explanation.

She took the still-warm thermos from Narita's fingers and held it in both hands.

The warmth came through my palms, making my cold fingers feel a little better.

"Thank you."

He uttered the words "poetry and wine" softly, then lowered his head and began to eat his porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Narita sat to the side, not feeling disappointed by the rejection.

Seeing that Poetry and Wine seemed aloof and unapproachable, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she gave an even gentler smile.

'You were so weak just now, and now you're trying to act tough?'

'Looks like you've regained some strength.'

Just as Shi and Jiu finished the last mouthful of porridge and felt their stomachs finally filled with warmth—

"Top Road—!!!"

A loud shout rang out from outside the door.

Followed by.

"boom!"

The door to the infirmary was pushed open with considerable force.

"I thought you were haunted by some nightmare because you hadn't shown up at the training ground! I never expected you to be hiding in this little theater filled with the smell of medicine!"

It was accompanied by the sound of an extravagant cloak swirling in the wind.

A racehorse girl with striking orange short hair, wearing a purple-gold crown headdress, and radiating a dazzling and confident aura like the sun strode in.

It's a great opera.

She struck a standard stage pose, her purple eyes sparkling with dazzling light.

“Oh, my Santuza. Without you here, wouldn’t this morning’s Teresa stage be missing a most important supporting actor…hmm?”

A good opera, which was originally full of arias, suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Because she saw a black-haired girl on the hospital bed holding an empty bowl, looking at her expressionlessly.

The air was silent for three seconds.

"……This is?"

Good Opera lowered her arms, blinked in confusion, and slightly toned down her theatrical exaggeration.

Pure curiosity appeared on her face.

She walked gracefully to the bedside, examining the poetry and wine from head to toe as if they were a rare treasure.

"Oh...how adorable, like a fledgling bird soaked by the rain."

Good Opera stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"That pale face, those deep yet empty eyes... she's just like the tragic heroine from 'La Bohème'!"

"..."

Poetry and wine silently huddled deeper into the blankets.

Of course she knows good opera.

Although she was in the middle school, Poetry and Wine and Narita Road were in the high school.

However, because of her debut in the same class as Naritaji, the good opera often came to the high school to ask Naritaji and Orihime to participate in the activities she organized.

Good opera has always had a good relationship with Naritaji and his love for Orihime, but he doesn't have much interaction with poetry and wine.

I didn't expect that he would be even noisier in person than I had imagined.

"Little opera, keep it down."

Narita stood up somewhat helplessly, standing between the poetry, wine, and opera, and explained with a wry smile.

"This is the medical room, and the patient has just woken up."

"Is this the person behind the rumors that caused chaos in the entire Miura Dormitory last night?"

Good opera has absolutely no intention of lowering your voice.

She walked around Narita Road, her eyes, full of pressure yet incredibly pure, meeting the gaze of Poetry and Wine.

"I heard from Ling Amazon that she was a lost sheep who got lost on the streets on a stormy night."

A great opera suddenly seemed closer.

A refined yet dashing face is magnified in the vision of poetry and wine.

"Hey, you unknown girl."

Good Opera put away its nonchalant expression, and its eyes became slightly sharper.

Although she displays this flamboyant personality, Good Opera is actually an exceptionally meticulous and quick-witted person.

In this girl...

Although the current atmosphere was as faint as a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment, the opera still sensed something unusual.

Perhaps... this girl also has the qualifications to be a queen.

Can you tell me your name?

"Good opera," Good Opera asked with a smile.

Narita Road, which was nearby, also cast a concerned glance.

"Yes, if you don't tell us your name and contact information, we won't be able to help you contact your family."

"..."

Poetry and Wine looked at the two horse girls on the left and right in front of them.

She was able to enroll smoothly before thanks to Rudolf's symbolic help in handling her identity. Now that she's in this scenario world, she has no one to help her and nothing to prove her identity.

She is currently an unregistered resident.

Poetry and wine lowered their eyes, looking at their own pale hands.

After a long silence, she slowly spoke.

"Poetry and wine."

"Only the name?"

Good Opera raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

"Where is your family? Where is your home? In this glorious era, how did you end up in such a sorry state?"

"do not know."

Poetry and Wine raised their heads, their eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"I woke up on the street."

"I can't remember things from before."

"However, I have no relatives. I have never had any relatives since I was born."

"Huh? Amnesia?"

Good Opera's eyes widened, and then, as if she had discovered a new continent, she suddenly clasped her hands together.

The protagonist: Chapter 257 is like this.

"Oh my god, a mysterious girl with amnesia? A poignant beginning of wandering the streets! Isn't this a new script specially written for me by the goddess of fate?"

"That... little opera, I think it's probably not a script."

Narita Roji muttered weakly from the side, then looked at Poetry and Wine with some concern.

"Can't you remember? Was it because of a high fever or hitting your head...?"

Poetry and wine did not speak, but simply tacitly accepted this premise.

Rather than fabricating a lie that will be exposed at any time, it's better to first give yourself the illusion of amnesia.

This at least explains why she was a penniless unregistered resident.

"that……"

Poetry and Wine, seeing the two people in front of them seemingly about to start acting again, interrupted them once more.

She pointed to the empty medicine bottle on the IV stand and the ill-fitting hospital gown she was wearing.

When can I leave?

"Walk?"

Narita looked as if he had heard something unbelievable, and his hand, which was tidying the corner of the quilt, stopped in mid-air.

She turned around, her purple-gold eyes filled with disapproval.

The blonde girl's tone remained gentle, but the content of her speech...

"Absolutely not."

Narita sat back down on the edge of the bed and reached out to help Shi and Jiu pull the blanket back up, covering them up to their chins.

"Although the fever has subsided, the doctor said your body is still severely malnourished. And..."

Her gaze fell on Shi Yujiu's pale cheeks, and a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes.

"You don't even have the strength to stand up right now, do you? In this situation, it might be very difficult for you to live on your own without someone by your side."

"..."

Poetry and wine fell silent.

Although she wanted to refute it, she had to admit that what Naritaji said was true.

Her body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Let alone leaving the school gate, I'd probably have a hard time even leaving this room that smells of disinfectant.

"Ha—hahahahaha!!"

Good Opera, standing nearby, once again let out its signature laugh, making Poetry and Wine's eardrums buzz.

"A lone wolf who wants to drag his broken body back to the wilderness? Even without his memories, he still possesses an indomitable pride. Bravo!"

The opera singer suddenly swung his cape, creating a gust of wind that made the IV stand sway twice.

"but."

"If the protagonist of an opera leaves the stage in the first act, wouldn't the play be too boring? On the grand stage of this era, even a lone wolf needs to temporarily sheathe its fangs and lick its wounds!"

"Little Opera, don't fling your cape around like that, the room is too small and your cape will bump against the frame."

"And why did you bring your cloak here?"

Narita complained somewhat helplessly.

"Haha, although the beginning of the legend has been delayed due to some insignificant injuries, it still needs to be recorded with the most dazzling photos."