Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume!

You must be joking—it's only a matter of seeing that lunatic pop up occasionally in the morning.

Would Twilight Song be scared of that?

Hmm?

Absolutely not! Let's make it perfectly clear—

She definitely wasn't afraid!

…Alright.

Let's put it another way: If you had to choose between morning training with McQueen or Mejiro Ramonu, who would you pick?

Obviously the harmless little filly!

This wasn't cowardice, not at all! She just felt McQueen was far cuter. Yes, that's exactly it.

Anyway, after sending McQueen off, Twilight Song settled into a relatively stable daily routine.

Each morning began with simple exercises and basic training, followed by bidding farewell to the adorable little filly, and retreating back to her room.

Her room was equipped with a computer. While it might not compare to the era she'd transmigrated from, it was still top-of-the-line here, capable of running familiar games without issue.

Yet, Twilight Song still chose not to use it.

Most days, she'd just lie in bed quietly, flipping through books in silence.

Nobody disturbed her, allowing her to slowly and quietly spend her remaining time alone.

But was there anything slightly irritating about this routine?

Only one thing—during her morning training, occasionally a certain Golden Legend would randomly appear.

The kind that would have thrilled her if she'd pulled it from a gacha in front of Chairman Akikawa, but felt terrifying in real life when looming silently nearby.

Was it Ardan?

No. Ardan, who appeared occasionally, didn't carry such oppressive pressure.

It was only the quietly smiling Mejiro Ramonu who made Twilight Song feel deeply uncomfortable.

Dealing with someone like Mejiro Ramonu was incredibly annoying—she'd promised to leave Twilight alone as long as she trained with McQueen.

She never said she'd occasionally drop in anyway!

All Twilight Song could do was grit her teeth in frustration and silently endure, because getting angry literally cost seconds of her life!

Fortunately, Mejiro Ramonu's appearances were thankfully rare. After showing up that first morning, she hadn't appeared again until almost a week later.

After a gentle jog through the Mejiro Manor gates, Twilight Song finally stopped by the hall, reaching for the cup she'd prepared earlier and sipping slowly.

Behind her, Mejiro McQueen soon arrived, her footsteps lighter, followed shortly after by the leisurely approach of Mejiro Ramonu, who'd already finished her morning routine.

Morning training wasn't intended to significantly boost an Uma Musume's skills—it merely maintained their physical condition—so the three ran at their own relaxed pace.

It certainly wasn't because Twilight was afraid to run alongside Ramonu!

As for McQueen?

She was close to death, not heartless. As an older sister figure, naturally, she should take care of younger fillies, right? Absolutely reasonable!

"If you keep showing favoritism, I might start getting jealous of McQueen, you know?" Mejiro Ramonu whispered playfully, patting Twilight Song's back lightly as she coughed on her water, then handed the water cup to her younger sister.

Was it… really that obvious?

Twilight Song didn't reply, quietly setting down her cup and turning toward her room.

However, just as she opened the door, she found Mejiro Ardan standing there, dressed casually, clearly waiting.

Actually, rather than waiting, she looked as if she was about to head out.

But Twilight couldn't shake the feeling that Ardan had deliberately stationed herself there, intending to intercept her.

Either way, she was forced to pause, prevented from returning immediately to her cozy little nest.

Mejiro Ramonu didn't immediately grab the chance to capture Twilight, instead waiting calmly until Ardan had successfully blocked Twilight's escape route, as if they'd planned this all along.

"We're heading to the shopping mall. Ruka, will you come with us?"

Twilight Song raised an eyebrow, then vigorously shook her head.

No way. Shopping with three girls?

Even in her previous life, she absolutely detested such experiences!

It would be utterly exhausting!

She wasn't going. Definitely not.

Her determination felt ironclad.

"Oh, then I guess it'll have to wait until next time," Mejiro Ardan suddenly spoke up before Ramonu could, surprising even her older sister.

Still, Ramonu wore a knowing expression as she approached Twilight with a mysterious smile.

"Oh, she'll join us willingly. Isn't that right, Ruka?"

Me? Join you willingly?

Ha! Nonsense! Utterly absurd!

Twilight Song even threw Ramonu a puzzled glance.

But Ramonu didn't stop; she leaned in extremely close, whispering into Twilight's ear:

"You're being so careful. Is it because you don't want everyone discovering your little secret?"

…?!

Twilight Song froze instantly.

Don't want my secret discovered?

What could that possibly mean?

No, no, impossible—she didn't have any secrets, did she?

She frantically searched her memory. Her browser history was clear, nothing weird there!

Could there really be something incriminating?

Watching Ramonu step back, as if nothing had happened, Twilight's heart churned with panic and confusion.

She rapidly reconsidered every possibility—what could Ramonu possibly have discovered that qualified as her secret?

"Fine… I'll come along."

What else could it be?

If you combined the phrase "Twilight Song's secret" with "Mejiro Ramonu," there was only one possibility!

It must've been when she'd coughed up blood in Ramonu's room after the debut race.

In other words, Mejiro Ramonu had figured out about her deteriorating health?!

Ugh, it feels like she's bluffing…

Twilight Song stared nervously at Ramonu's back, clutching her arms tightly around herself, desperately searching for even a scrap of warmth.

Her heart pounded wildly, as if it might tear itself free and fly straight into the sky.

Her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably, overwhelming her mind and making rational thinking impossible.

Yet she forced herself to calm down.

Even if Ramonu was bluffing, Twilight Song had absolutely no confidence in risking exposure.

She had to consider the worst-case scenario. In other words, she really had no choice at all.

She was forced to join this shopping trip after all…

Damn you, Mejiro Ramonu. Just wait until the day I collapse coughing blood into your arms.

When that moment came, would Ramonu regret what she'd done today?