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

She widened her green eyes, grabbed Shi Yujiu's thin shoulders with both hands, and gently rocked him back and forth, trying to shake out Shi Yujiu's memories.

"Really? Like in the TV dramas? You don't even remember your own name or where you live? — Nano?" (Anis Fuujin's verbal tic)

"...Stop shaking me, I'm dizzy."

Poetry and wine protested weakly, but her overly faint voice seemed insignificant in the face of the voice of the wind god Aeneas.

"I do remember the name..."

The black-haired girl lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them.

She paused slightly, as if considering her words.

"But... even if I regain my memories, it won't help."

The girl's voice was calm, but it carried a deathly quality that was incongruous with her age.

"I have no family."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The wind god Aeneas stopped shaking his hand.

Poetry and Wine raised her head, her dark eyes calmly staring directly at the Wind God of Aeneas, her tone indifferent as if she were talking about someone else.

"I am an orphan. I have been since birth."

"I have no parents, no brothers or sisters, and no one is looking for me."

"so……"

She gently freed herself from Aeneas's hand and shrank back under the covers.

The girl lay quietly on the bed, like a wildcat accustomed to licking its wounds alone.

"Whether I have amnesia or not, it doesn't really matter. Anyway... I have nowhere to go."

A heavy stone slammed into the hearts of everyone present.

Especially Ennis the Wind God.

Looking at the pale-faced girl in front of me, who was recounting her most tragic past without shedding a single tear.

Aeneas's heart skipped a beat.

The image of her two younger sisters waiting for her to return home flashed through her mind.

'—If my sisters were stranded far from home, all alone, with no one to rely on in this cold world…'

Just imagining that scene made Aeneas feel a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

As the eldest daughter who has to support her family, she is an older sister who strives for the smiles of her younger sisters.

She absolutely, positively cannot turn a blind eye to this!

"So pitiful."

"It is Ennis," the wind god said, his voice trembling.

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, about to say "No need for sympathy," when they felt a weight on their shoulders.

P.S.: I wonder if anyone noticed some of my little tricks.

Main character: Chapter 259 So what?

The wind god Ennis embraced her with trembling arms.

"He's all alone...?"

"Living alone for so long must be very difficult..."

The tears of the wind god Aeneas even fell on the hospital gown of Poetry and Wine.

"You have no home, no one to cook for you, and nowhere to even complain when you're wronged..."

"Hey, that's way too much..."

Poetry and wine were somewhat at a loss; she was least adept at handling such direct emotional expression.

However, the wind god Ennis did not give her a chance to escape.

The energetic brown-haired mare suddenly raised her head, sniffed hard, and her eyes instantly changed from sadness to determination.

"Since that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it!"

Ennis the Wind God loosened his embrace, straightened his chest, and patted his chest forcefully.

"Before you remember the past, or find your place in the world—"

She looked at the poetry and wine, and a radiant smile appeared on her face.

"I can totally act as your adoptive older sister—Nano!"

"puff--"

Narita, who was drinking water to calm his nerves, actually vomited it all up this time.

"Cough cough cough... Wind, Wind God Senior Ennis?!"

Narita didn't even bother to wipe his mouth, staring at Ennis Fuujin with a shocked expression.

"A sworn sister... isn't that a bit too sudden? And this child..."

"Huh? Is something wrong, Aru?"

Ennis the Wind God turned his head and asked in return with a matter-of-fact expression, his eyes sparkling with pure concern.

"This child said she has no family, right? That means she doesn't have a 'sister'?"

"Since there isn't one, then I'll be the one! This is a necessity for my sister!"

This strange logic left Naritaji speechless for a moment.

Aeneas turned once again toward the still somewhat bewildered Poetry and Wine.

"Although I'm just an ordinary 'Friend A,' with no illustrious family background and no extraordinary genius..."

At this point, Ennis scratched his cheek slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

"But I'm very confident in my life wisdom in Tresson: how to live, how to find part-time jobs, which supermarkets have half-price bento boxes in the evening, and even how to put together the most nutritious meals with the least amount of money!"

She stretched out her hand, palm up, and offered it to the poetry and wine.

"Don't worry! Even if there's an extra mouth to feed, I can just take on an extra job!"

Ennis the Wind God smiled, his eyes showing no sign of reluctance.

"While I can't guarantee you a life of luxury, at least... I promise you'll never go hungry."

His gaze fell on the hand that was hovering in front of him.

Poetry and wine remain silent.

'Why…'

The black-haired girl felt a tightness in her throat.

Her current situation is truly terrible.

The cold sweat from low blood sugar was still sticking to my back, and my limbs were so weak that even lifting the blanket was difficult.

Objectively speaking, the hand extended in front of her is her only chance of survival at this moment.

An undocumented person with no identification would find it extremely difficult to move around in Tokyo, a city where prices are so high that even breathing is a costly affair.

Holding this hand means having the most basic hope for survival and a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

But she couldn't bear the thought of herself being a parasite, surviving by sucking other people's blood.

For a normal person who is desperate, it is only natural to accept this kindness and repay it many times over when they are able to stand on their own two feet in the future.

The functioning of human society is built upon such mutual tug-of-war and compromise.

Poetry and wine, however, did not want to accept this kindness.

She had already done the exact same thing in her original world.

In order to gain the means to live alone in Tokyo, she had previously consumed the blood of the wind god Ennis from that world.

At that time, she had nothing, and in her most desperate moment, she was taken in by the wind god Ennis of that world.

The daily expenses of Uma Musume are already enormous.

In order to ensure that she, who has no source of income, can survive.

The brown-haired girl, already burdened with family responsibilities, filled her rest time with part-time jobs at convenience stores and restaurants, in addition to the relatively easy academic work and high-intensity training at Treson Academy.

After asking Aeneas for a sum of money that was barely enough for her basic living expenses, Poetry and Wine disappeared without a trace.

Although I heard that Ennis Wind God used the "escape" tactic to win the derby and became the derby horse girl that year, and completely solved the economic problems.

But that had nothing to do with poetry and wine for those living alone far from home.

She didn't want to burden the other person with the weight of survival once again.

The same debt of guilt, the same act of surviving by sucking the blood of others—doing it just once is already testing the limits of her self-respect.

The fingers hidden under the blanket twitched slightly.

She tightened her fingers little by little, digging her nails into her palms, using the slight stinging sensation to forcefully sever the last vestiges of her longing for warmth.

"unnecessary."

Poetry and Wine spoke with a somewhat indifferent tone.

She closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a detached expression had been forcibly placed in his black pupils.

"Don't waste your sympathy on people you don't even know the details of."

She stared at the white sheets in the infirmary and spoke slowly.

"I don't need any older sister, and I certainly don't need your money to support me. Put away that unnecessary protectiveness of yours... it will only hold you back."

The hand that was suspended in mid-air froze.

Suddenly doused with cold water, a crack appeared in the bright smile on Aeneas's face.

She maintained her forward-leaning posture, and the baseball cap on her head was helplessly pressed down, reflecting her emotions.

"Huh?"

Ennis, the wind god, stared blankly at her, his outstretched hand awkwardly retracting halfway, his fingers curling nervously.

"Why? Even just now, you still needed help, didn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine fell silent for a moment.

She bit her lower lip, turned her head away, and turned her face to the side of the wall where no one was, avoiding the clear eyes of the Wind God, Ennis.

"I have made myself very clear."

She stared at the tiny cracks in the wall, her voice flat and monotone.

“I’m used to being alone. I’ll leave once I can move again. As for the medical expenses I paid in advance… I’ve noted them down, and I’ll find a way to pay you back later.”

She paused here, thinking for a moment, before finally speaking somewhat awkwardly about poetry and wine.

So, stop meddling in other people's business.

The atmosphere in the infirmary became completely quiet.

The morning sunlight still lingered on the windowsill, but the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped to freezing.

In complete silence.

Narita stood to the side, holding a water cup in his hand.

Main character: Chapter 260 The Mysterious Breathing Man

Narita looked at Ennis, who was at a loss and had a blank look in his eyes.

Then he turned to look at Shi Yujiu, who was wrapped tightly in the blanket on the hospital bed, like a hedgehog with its sharp spines raised to defend itself against the outside world.