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

Narita-ro Station is a few steps away from Poetry and Wine, hands on hips, relaxed.

She turned her head to look at the silent figure behind her, then turned her gaze back to Shi Yujiu's face.

“这一次，我不会——”

She hadn't finished speaking.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

A burst of laughter erupted without warning from the direction of the passageway entrance.

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

Poetry and Wine subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction from which the laughter came.

Narita's expression became somewhat blank, as if he had choked on something.

Even Orihime's usually calm gaze flickered slightly as it fell upon the figure that had suddenly appeared at the entrance of the passage.

Standing there was an orange-haired girl.

Her appearance itself carried a powerful aura that could be described as "magnificent".

That vibrant orange shone so brightly in the dimly lit corridor, like a polished gem that shines on its own without needing any additional light source.

It's a great opera.

The Overlord, dressed in his decisive battle attire, stood proudly before the passageway.

The pinkish-purple skirt swayed gently as she stood.

The lining is purple, and the edges are decorated with gold chains...

The opera singer, with her long purple and yellow cloak draped behind her, casually tossed it behind her, creating a rustling sound in the wind.

The girl's fluffy orange short hair had a few strands of bangs combed diagonally across her forehead.

She wore a magnificent purple and gold crown on her head, and several exquisitely cut green or yellow gemstones were embedded around her ears, reflecting a deep light under the emergency lights in the corridor.

Good opera's bright purple eyes sparkled with an undisguised light.

Excitement, ambition.

And an almost fanatical pride belonging to a tyrant.

"Oh, oh, how are you?"

Good Opera strode towards her, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

"Narita road mulberry, love weaving mulberry, wine mulberry."

She called out their names one by one.

Welcome to—

Good Opera stopped in front of the three, placed one hand on her chest, and the hem of her cloak billowed backward as she suddenly stopped, drawing a sharp arc.

"—The stage for the first chapter of the Legend of the Overlord at the End of the Century!"

Her voice echoed in the narrow corridor, radiating undisguised confidence.

"A mini-opera...?"

Narita blinked, his expression shifting from a blank stare to a complex, indescribable look.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the powerful aura of the opera left her unable to find an opening to interject.

"The crown of the classic triple crown,"

Good Opera ignored Naritaji's reaction and continued talking to itself.

"Perfect for my love of opera."

She turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the three people in turn, finally settling on Poetry and Wine.

Don't you all think so?

The opera's final note rose slightly, as if anticipating something.

The corridor was silent for two seconds.

"Haha."

Narita chuckled softly, a confident smile appearing on his face as well.

"Little Opera, your skills have truly improved."

Her voice became serious.

"But I also practiced hard."

"And everyone who supports me!"

The blonde girl raised her head, and the gaze emanating from her purple-gold eyes briefly met that of the opera singer.

Neither of them showed any intention of backing down, and their powerful auras collided, creating invisible sparks in the dimly lit corridor.

"so--"

Narita raised his chin slightly and said with utmost seriousness.

"I will never lose!"

The woman beside her, Orihime, remained silent.

She leaned against the wall of the corridor, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her long brown hair tied in a high ponytail that hung down her back, the ends of her hair swaying slightly with the air flowing in the corridor.

There was no obvious expression on her face.

Ai Mu stood quietly, her purple eyes scanning the three people in front of her.

The girl's black and white high-top boots were crossed together, with purple straps and gold details on the boot shafts peeking out from the shadows.

As for poetry and wine...

Her brow furrowed slightly the moment the opera began.

It wasn't because I felt offended or intimidated by the atmosphere of a good opera.

The black-haired girl's chest inexplicably stirred because of the opera singer's words.

'The Last Overlord of the Century...'

Poetry and wine looked up and met the bright purple eyes of fine opera.

I had long heard of her, the lady who is closest to the pinnacle of poetry and wine in this generation...

Now, however, there is an opportunity to compete personally.

For racehorse girls with a strong competitive spirit, battling against strong opponents is an interesting thing in itself.

The black-haired girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and a less-than-gentle light began to appear in her pupils, revealing a violent aura.

The air in the corridor grew heavier.

The cape of the opera singer fluttered gently behind her, Naritaji's long golden hair shimmered softly in the dim light, and the eyelashes of the woman who admired Orihime cast faint shadows on her face. The hem of the trench coat of the poet and the wine singer was lifted by the wind at the end of the corridor.

"Haha."

Good Opera laughed again.

Loud laughter echoed in the corridor, dispelling some of the somber atmosphere.

Without waiting for anyone's response, she forcefully flung her long, purple-yellow cloak behind her.

The hem of the cloak fluttered, creating a gentle breeze that swept across the faces of everyone present.

"So, the first chapter of the Legend of the Overlord at the End of the Century—"

The sound of boot heels striking the ground rang out, and the opera singer turned around and walked towards the entrance of the passage.

"—I'll be the one to set the stage!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already reached the entrance of the passage.

The hazy, diffused light from outside poured in from behind her, casting a hazy yet incredibly bright halo around her silhouette.

That orange figure appeared exceptionally tall against the backlight; she couldn't wait to ignite the entire stage.

Good opera never returns.

He simply raised one hand, spread his fingers, and waved in the air.

The sound of a beautiful opera drifted in from the entrance of the passageway.

"Behold my triumphant victory, celebrated with song!"

Her figure disappeared outside the passageway.

Only three people remained in the corridor.

Narita stood there, looking in the direction where the opera had disappeared, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Little Opera..."

She sighed softly, then turned around and looked at the adoring Orihime and the poetry and wine who were still standing there.

"Love weaving mulberry leaves, wine made from mulberry leaves."

See you on the field.

Orihime, who admired him, did not answer.

She straightened up from the wall, lowered her arms which were crossed over her chest, and walked silently toward the entrance of the passage.

P.S.: I suddenly realized that Naritaji, Orihime Aoi, and Kōkagaku all have purple eyes.

Main character: Chapter 348 Competition

As he passed by Poetry and Wine, Orihime's gaze lingered briefly for a moment.

The girl's deep purple eyes revealed no obvious emotion.

'...'

The two silently passed each other.

The footsteps of Ai Musashi gradually faded into the distance, drowned out by the clamor that surged in from outside the passageway.

Only Poetry and Wine and Narita Road remained, standing side by side in the narrow corridor.

"Jiusang."

Narita turned his head to look at the poetry and wine.

"Ok?"

"I won't be just one step away."

Her long, golden hair swayed gently behind her. After saying this, she turned and walked towards the entrance of the passage.

See you later.

Poetry and Wine stood still, listening to the footsteps of the two people disappear one after the other outside the passageway.

The corridor fell completely silent.

She took a deep breath, and then she started walking towards the light at the entrance of the passage.

The hem of her trench coat swayed gently at her ankles, and the black hat that matched her outfit was pulled low by Poetry and Wine, obscuring most of her expression.

'The crown of the classic triple crown...'

"Whoever wants it can come and take it."

The footsteps grew faster and more frequent, eventually turning into a rapid, hurried run—

At the end of the passage, light mixed with moisture rushed towards us.

Poetry and wine burst forth from the passageway.

A flood of light poured in, and a light rain fell on her.

The unveiling ceremony ended faster than usual.

Because the rain started to get heavier.