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

Her fingertips gently caressed the rim of the glass, her gaze fixed on the pale liquid inside.

Finally, the woman, whose face resembled that of the poet and the wine, sighed mournfully, her aggrieved appearance completely unlike that of a former legend.

"You don't think I'm some kind of NPC from an anime storyline who's been brainwashed by three goddesses and is now trying to take over your guardianship, do you?"

"I just couldn't help feeling joy and love when I saw a little pony girl who looked so much like me."

"what?"

Poetry and Wine God was taken aback by what he heard, and almost choked on the half-mouthful of cold red tea in his mouth.

She never expected Rifar to say something like that.

Lifar raised his head and looked at the poetry and wine again, a glimmer of light appearing in his gray eyes.

"You are not me."

"You have your own path to walk, your own people to meet, and your own mistakes to make. I can tell you about my experience, but I have no right to make choices for you."

The restaurant remained quiet for a long time.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads, their gaze falling on the black tea in front of them that had stopped steaming.

Her ears were a little red, and her black tail had started to swirl gently behind her, almost hitting the chair leg.

"Can I go back to Japan?"

The black-haired girl asked cautiously, afraid that if she spoke too loudly, the other person would change their mind.

“Okay.” Lifar nodded. “Whenever you want to leave, just tell Manya, and she will make the arrangements.”

Poetry and Wine fell silent for a while, their tails wagging less, as if they were considering something.

"The trainer's matter..."

"It's up to you."

Lifar waved his hand, interrupting her.

My advice remains unchanged, but the decision is yours. If you ever feel you need help, feel free to contact me anytime.

Poetry and Wine looked up at the gray-haired woman in front of them.

Morning light streamed in through the glass window behind her, outlining her silhouette with a soft halo, her long gray hair almost transparent in the light.

She was a completely different person from the imposing Rifar who had been in the study that day.

Poetry and wine silently lowered their heads to drink tea.

"Thank you."

Lifar picked up the baguette with apricot jam again, took a bite, and chewed slowly.

"So hard..."

She frowned slightly and struggled to swallow the bread.

I should have had Manya eat soft bread instead.

However, on the surface, Rifar remained elegant and composed. She picked up a napkin and gently wiped her mouth, as if her disheveled appearance had never occurred.

"Let's eat, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then reached for the bread on the plate in front of her. She imitated Rifar by scooping a small spoonful of strawberry jam from the jam dish, carefully spreading it on her bread, and then took a bite.

'So hard...'

Poetry and Wine unconsciously furrowed their brows, chewing with their cheeks puffed out, their expressions somewhat subtle.

Seeing the change in her expression, Rifar's lips curled up slightly, and his mood improved considerably.

Sure enough, no matter how stubborn a child is, they always have a soft spot for words.

Would you like some fruit?

Poetry and wine struggled to swallow the bread, their voices somewhat muffled.

"I want some grapes."

"Then could you bring me some grapes?"

"?"

Poetry and Wine looked up at her, somewhat puzzled.

"Do you expect your mother, who is still in a wheelchair, to go through all that trouble to wheel her over for half a day to bring you fruit?"

"Lifar said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world," a sly smile playing on his gray eyes.

"You're so mean."

“Little Jiu, your swearing sounds like you’re being coquettish,” Rifar said, picking up his glass and taking a slow sip. “Do you usually talk to your classmates like this?”

"..."

Poetry and Wine glared at her, but the hostility from a few days ago was gone from their eyes; only awkwardness remained.

She stood up and walked to the table next to her, picked a small bunch of grapes from the fruit basket, placed it on the plate in front of Rifar, then took a bunch for herself and sat down again.

"Thank you, Xiao Jiu."

"Are you going to call me Xiao Jiu too?"

"That's right, Xiao Jiu."

"..."

The lavender fields outside the window gradually brightened in the morning light, their saturated and warm colors filling every corner of the estate.

The two sat on opposite sides of a small round table, quietly eating their breakfasts and occasionally exchanging a few meaningless words. The atmosphere was much more relaxed than it had been a few days ago.

Just as breakfast was ending, the restaurant door was pushed open from the outside.

"Good morning!"

Yongwu's powerful voice resonated throughout the restaurant.

Immediately afterwards, a woman with maroon hair strode in. She wasn't carrying a rose today, but her sunglasses were still perched on her nose, and she exuded vibrant energy.

Behind her, the three giants followed slowly, their golden braids draped over their shoulders, their emerald green eyes half-closed, looking as if they hadn't fully woken up yet, each holding a cup of coffee they'd somehow acquired.

"Senior, a little poem and wine."

Yongwu plopped down on the empty chair next to her, pushed up her sunglasses, and looked at Shiyujiu with sparkling amber eyes.

What are your plans for today?

"No."

Lifar answered for poetry and wine.

"Great!"

Yongwu slammed his hand on the table.

"Then let us borrow it for one day!"

"Can I borrow it from you?"

Poetry and Wine frowned.

"Let me take you out to play!"

Yongwu said it was only natural.

"You've been here for so many days, and you still don't know what the outside of the manor looks like? Although Calais is a small place, there are still some fun things to do."

"I do not--"

"Go."

Lifar interrupted Poetry and Wine before they could finish their refusal.

"Staying cooped up in the manor all day isn't a solution."

Poetry and Wine glanced at Lifar, then at Yongwu's smug smile, and finally turned their gaze to the three giants standing to the side.

The three leaders sensed the gaze of Poetry and Wine. She held her coffee cup and shrugged gently, a hint of a smile in her emerald green eyes.

"I'll keep an eye on her so she doesn't lead you to some weird place."

"Last time Van Gogh came over to play, he got lost by some red-haired villain."

"It was the same when Little Starfish came over; later, Haidu City came knocking on our door."

Who are you talking about!

Yongwu turned her head away in dissatisfaction.

"I'm talking to you."

"Ok."

Poetry and wine finally nodded in agreement, and the girl feigned modesty as she agreed, but her tail began to wag gently again.

Poetry and wine, finally dragged along by Yongwu and the three giants, stepped out of the manor gates for the first time.

Lifar's estate was located in a small town with narrow streets.

The main road is lined with low stone buildings, their walls covered with unknown vines and tiny white flowers.

Gaps: What does Chapter 403 say?

The air was filled with the salty scent of the sea breeze and the aroma of butter wafting from the bakery, which blended together to create a surprisingly relaxing smell.

Yongwu walked at the front, her fiery red hair flying in the sea breeze. Every few steps, she would turn back to say something to Shiyujiu.

The three giants walked alongside Poetry and Wine, following at a leisurely pace, occasionally interjecting with a comment about Yongwu's taste, and stopping to glance at a shop window as they passed by.

Most of the time she just walked quietly, her emerald green eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of poetry and wine.

Why are you staring at me?

"I was worried you'd get lost."

Poetry and wine followed them through the town's main street. They sat for a while on a bench by the dock, watching seagulls skim low over the grey-blue sea.

Yongwu bought three servings of fries and forced one into Shiyujiu's hand, causing Shiyujiu to hesitate for a moment.

Aren't you French?

Yongwu was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, then realized what "poetry and wine" meant.

"Tsk tsk."

Who said only the British like fish and chips?

"Also, because Senior Lifar is your guardian, although I don't know how she proved her blood relationship with you, you have now automatically obtained French citizenship."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine blinked in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"As long as one parent is French, the children will have French citizenship, so you are now half French too."

"Cough cough~"

Poetry and wine almost made him cough up the fries in his mouth.

"Then I don't have dual citizenship anymore."

“That’s right, but don’t worry, France recognizes dual citizenship, and you’re not even 20 yet, so it’s not easy for Teresa in Japan to say anything.”

Seeing this, Yongwu patted Shiyujiu on the shoulder with ill intent.

"Even if you're 20, Senior Lifar has connections so you don't have to give up your citizenship."

Poetry and wine were not something to say anymore, so they could only silently eat the fries in their hands.

The fries were piping hot, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sprinkled with fine salt and a little vinegar, and the sea breeze made the paper bag rustle.

"How about it?"

Yongwu leaned closer, looking at her expectantly with her amber eyes.