Cheshire smiled at my expression as I tried to keep my mouth closed.
âZephyrâŠâ
Cheshire put on the reins, carefully checked even the stirrups attached to the saddle, and slowly led Zephyr.
âHold tight. Slowly. Donât crouch down and stand up straight.â
âI, I wonât fall, right?â
âItâs all right. Iâll be by your side.â
âUng.â
Contrary to my worries, riding was easy.
Zephyr walked very slowly and stably to my breathing.
âUh. Iâm touched.â
Feeling emotional, I swallowed my tears and stroked Zephyrâs soft mane.
âZ, Zephyr⊠Sniff, thank you so so much for the rideâŠ.â
Cheshire, who had been walking slowly beside me, smiled when he saw me crying.
ââŠCongratulations.â
âUng!â
* * *
That day, Zephyr took Lilith and walked around the riding arena for about half a day.
Lilithâs skills were terrible.
Her body was small, and she had a hard time keeping his balance, even if he tried to speed up a bit.
In the end, Zephyr couldnât run vigorously because he worried Lilith might fall.
[Did you finally give up your pride?]
Walter sneered at him from the side.
[Are you going to the tournament tomorrow?]
[âŠ.]
[Answer me humanly, no, verbally, bastard!]
Zephyr ignored Walter, who was angry and screaming.
The tournamentâ.
âZephyr, could you go with me tomorrow? Weâre not going to compete with other horses. We⊠letâs go see the flowers and take a walk. Ung?â
Lilith smiled shyly and stayed in the stable for a while before returning.
Zephyr smiled slightly as he recalled Lilithâs face, who had been excited for a long time even though she pretended not to be.
[âŠWhat are you doing? What weird sound are you making? Did you laugh?]
[Shut up]
The night in the stable was over.
* * *
The next day, the day of the horse riding competition.
The Zart Hill outside the Capital, where the game was held, was crowded with participants and spectators from early morning.
There were only seven participants, including myself.
Since everyone is obsessed with prizes, the participation rate is low for events where the winner is obvious.
âWhy are you scared of Damon Martini? They say that this is why they didnât come out.â
I looked around the waiting area.
I saw aristocratic children checking their horses along with the teacher, and reporters huddled together with notebooks to pick up news stories.
âIâm worried about my daughterâŠ.â
Dad got on his knees in front of me, put my riding cap on, and tightened the belt around my chin.
I glanced around and whispered.
âNo, Dad. What are you worried about? Because of the anti-falling magic, even the buttocks stick together and they donât fall off.â
âStillâŠâ
âEverything you do here will be in the newspaper. There are a lot of reporters, but there will be articles cursing Duke Rubinstein. Go quickly, please.â
Canât you feel these hot gazes?
The other childrenâs parents would be waiting at the prize ceremony across the finish line, but only Dad came here, and it was a mess.
âYou rode the Zephyr for the first time yesterday.â
âYeah, and I practiced for about five hours.â
âYes, only five hours. So how Dad didnât feel nervous?â
âDad, Iâm sorry, but I donât intend to win anyway. I didnât even practice the obstacle course. Iâll just go on a scenic hill outing with Zephyr slowly.â
I hugged Zephyr, who was proudly standing and rubbed my cheek against the nape of his neck.
Zephyr was very gentle. I liked it again, so I rubbed my lips on it like giving a kiss.
âAre you that happy?â
âUng, Iâm so happy. Have you ever seen a horse as pretty as Zephyr, Dad?â
âNo, I never see it.â
Dad laughed like he couldnât stop me.
At that time.
âAh, CheshireâŠWhoa?â
Cheshire, who had changed into a riding suit, was entering the waiting room.
âOh, boy. Youâre handsome.â
âT, thatâs right.â
The splendid beauty of the boy jockey, who appeared alongside the majestic dark horse Walter, caught everyoneâs attention.
âS, stop. I know youâre the main character, so stop⊠. Stop hitting the extras!â
I had to raise my hand to cover my eyes in the illusion of a halo.
Like Dad and Cheshire, at times like this, they must say, âCome on, look! You lowly extras! I am the main character!â as if shouting loudly.
ââŠAre you really okay? Try practicing an obstacle course.â
Cheshire was worried about me as soon as he arrived.
âNo. It was so hard just practicing walking five hours earlier yesterday. I promised Zephyr that I wouldnât participate in the competition, but itâs amazing that he practiced this much with me. I wonât go over an obstacle; instead, Iâll turn around and go around it, well. You will win.â
I succeeded in riding on Zephyrâs back, but my plan to watch and enjoy it remained the same.
Then.
âOh, heâs here.â
âFinally, a strong candidate for the championship has arrived.â
The reporters groaned, and their eyes lit up.
It was Damon Martini.
He was dressed in the finest riding suit and pulled a well-maintained brown horse.
Damon, who had come in with a cheeky expression, noticed me and was startled.
To be precise, he saw Zephyr standing next to me.
âZ, Z, Zephyr?â
He soon found Cheshire and Walter, who showed off their tremendous presence, and his face turned red.
âUng, the spotlight isnât yours.â
Before the main character, who gets attention even when he just breathes, a villain or something else gets a wrinkle.
I grinned.
âHello, Duke Rubinstein. Itâs my first time seeing you. I am Damon Martini, the third son of the Count Martini family.â
Damon said hello to Dad first, even with a face that couldnât manage his expression well.
âNice to meet you, Young Master Martini. Letâs look forward to a good game.â
âY, yesâŠâ
Damon swallowed his saliva and immediately glanced at Zephyr and me.
âI was surprised to see a princess on the list of participants⊠Y, you brought a pretty horse?â
âHello, Young Master Martini? His name is Zephyr.â
I said it out loud on purpose.
At the same time, reporters held up their notebooks in unison.
âIâve been waiting for this time, you bad-tempered guy.â
When I first entered the waiting area, all the reporters who recognized Zephyr were puzzled.
They must have wondered why Damonâs horse, a strong contender for the championship, was in the hands of Princess Rubinstein.
âZephyr was an injured horse, but the story was so pitiful that I wanted to bring him. Just how can the previous owner sell it back to stable because he was injured?â
âHiikâ!â
âWow, that wasâŠ.â
âOh my goodness.â
The hand movements of the reporters who caught the exclusive news became quicker.
I continued to speak, raising my voice as if it were a speech contest.
âI donât know who the former owner is, but isnât he really a bad person? I heard that horses with injured legs are sent to the slaughterhouse. How can you make your friendâŠ.â
I pouted as if I was about to cry and hugged Zephyr.
The reporters covered their mouths and scribbled pens over their notebooks.
âW, w, what are you writing?â
Seeing that, Damon became pale.
âPhew.â
I started halfway through acting, but when I was holding Zephyr, I felt bad.
As if recognizing the owner, Zephyr was staring at Damon.
âT, then, l, letâs have a good game!â
Soon, Damon left us as if running away.
* * *
âMy daughter, you should really be careful, okay? Zephyr, donât hurt our princess. Okay? Be careful?â
Dad worried about me even though I told him to stop until 30 minutes before the game started when he finally went to the prize ceremony.
After the tournament, there was no doubt that articles with headlines such as <Duke Rubinstein, beyond a daughter fool?!> would appear.
âZephyr, letâs take a slow walk. Take a look at the surrounding scenery⊠Ah! If you go into course C, there is a lake. If you are thirsty, shall we go and drink some water?â
I last scanned the map drawn from course A to course E and climbed on Zephyrâs back.
Of course, I didnât need to know the race course because I only did light running practice at the horseback riding course at home.
Damonâs explosive personality has gotten a lot of attention, and Cheshire is going to win the championship, so my job is already done.
âParticipants, please stand in front of the starting line. There is a judge at the starting point of each course, so you can ask for help if you have any issues such as withdrawal. When the salute bursts, please start.â
Seven horses stood side by side at the starting line.
I glanced at Cheshire and Damonâs faces. Contrary to Damonâs venomous expression, Cheshire seemed indifferent.
âWhoo, itâs worth seeing.â
I will soon hear the regular comment from the villainous extras shouting, âUgh, thatâs annoying!â
Paanâ!
The salute rang to mark the start of the game.
ââŠ.?â
I.
âKyaaaaaaagh!â
I screamed in surprise at Zephyrâs speed, who jumped out like a bullet as if he had been waiting.
âWha!!! Whaaaaa!â
I was so surprised that I lost the reins.
If it wasnât for the saddle with the magic of preventing falls, I would have rolled down earlier.
âWaa, whoaaaa!â
The wind made it hard for me to open my eyes, so I turned them around.
I stammered, barely grabbing hold of the reins that I had missed.
âW, what is this! What! Whatâs going on!â
Did I come out of the wrong contest?
Wasnât it a horse riding competition where you interact with the horse and step on the course step by step?
Is this a racetrack?
Did anyone bet on Zephyr and Princess Rubinstein?
âWhatâs really going on here? Arenât we supposed to take a walk, Zephyr?â
I guess it was my own idea.
Against my will, Zephyr was running at a tremendous speed.
The landscape passed quickly into my sight.
I glanced back, trying to ignore the rumbling insides.
I feel like itâs been less than 3 minutes since we started.