In short, after deeply realizing what kind of world this was for Uma Musu, Gotham Song actually lost the occasional panicked feeling she’d had earlier.
How should her current mood be described?
Perhaps sothing like...
Well, I’m already here, and since I’m already deeply involved, what’s the point of worrying anymore?!
Besides, the only one clearly considered her trainee at the mont was Vernal-chan, and as for everyone else around her... they didn’t seem particularly dangerous either. Oh, except perhaps Treve—that might actually be serious?!
In a brief mont of absent-mindedness, Gotham Song thought of the young filly still in France and silently ranked her on the sa danger level as Satono Diamond.
Wait, Vernal-chan? Obviously, she’s on the lowest danger tier, about the sa as her Ardan-neesan.
In any case, believing that the slow-witted Vernal-chan could do anything dangerous was sothing Gotham Song absolutely refused to accept—
Hmm... And where exactly would Daiichi Ruby be placed?
Honestly, Gotham Song felt that the current relationship between herself and Ruby was very ambiguous. But really...
After that earlier phone call, Gotham Song clearly realized sothing: she had to face her relationship with Ruby properly, just like she was forced to face her relationship with Vernal-chan.
This, too, was sothing she absolutely couldn’t run away from... Gotham Song, you must face it. Besides, wasn’t not rejecting Ruby’s confession back then already a sign of acceptance in so form?
Daiichi Ruby was, after all, the first Uma Musu who’d clearly confessed to her.
It took a while for Gotham Song to finally climb out of bed, heading into the closet to take out a silver-trimd, off-shoulder dress she hadn’t worn in a very long ti.
Well, actually, the phrase "hadn’t worn in a very long ti" deserved so gigantic quotation marks around it.
The reason was simple. Why would she want to wear this dress again?
Because Gotham Song had returned to the place where this dress was kept—her own house in New York, the only ho in the entire world officially bearing the na "Gotham Song."
This white dress with silver lining had been one of Gotham Song’s absolute favorite dresses in her forr life.
Though, strictly speaking, this one was rely the sa style, newly tailored and bought again from the sa handmade boutique.
After all..pared to the modest Twilight Song, the new Gotham Song had clearly "grown" a bit, in every sense of the word.
Standing before the mirror, Gotham Song gently twirled, watching as the silver patterns at the dress’s edges shimred beautifully. Satisfied with this familiar look, she adjusted her black-and-white hair accessory, then opened the door and walked out.
Of course, compared to jiro Manor, her house in New York was indeed much smaller. But even though she had left it for a very long ti, Gotham Song still knew every corner perfectly. She descended a short flight of stairs, and imdiately saw a very familiar scene.
jiro Ardan sat exactly in the sa spot she’d always sit in whenever Gotham Song woke up, quietly reading a newspaper. However, there was sothing quite different today.
Hurriedly putting down a plate and trying to act nonchalant was her younger sister, jiro McQueen. Well, although McQueen’s actions were fast enough, the small bite missing from the cake on her plate clearly gave her away.
On the other side was Neo Universe, staring straight at Gotham Song. For so unknown reason, Neo Universe had decided to wear a full maid uniform, and had cleaned the entire villa at a terrifyingly fast speed.
Aside from them, there weren’t many people left here. Secretariat had returned to New York with them, but the mont they got off the plane, Festival Glory imdiately intercepted them. Before Old Ghost #2 (Secretariat) could even open her mouth, Festival Glory—a subordinate—quickly subdued her boss with a brutal grapple and roughly stuffed her into the car, stepping hard on the gas as if escaping with a hostage.
Wild Arica, horizon of the abyss, street racing—launch!
That was roughly how the scene felt.
This situation made Gotham Song twitch at the corners of her mouth, unsure what expression to wear. She could only say it was very...consistent with her image of Japan?
Wait, Secretariat, aren’t you supposed to be an Arican Uma Musu? How did you also get overpowered by your subordinate?!
In short, after experiencing this shocking scene, Gotham Song gave up thinking entirely, paid silent respects, and then returned ho with her family.
Oh, and notably, Manhattan Cafe—who had originally co along—actually had to go even farther away first. To be precise, it was Sunday Silence who wanted to take her sowhere for a visit. After so coaxing from her ghostly friend, Manhattan Cafe agreed, temporarily leaving Gotham Song’s villa and likely returning only after about a week.
Now, Gotham Song suddenly found herself with absolutely nothing to do.
She had returned to Arica primarily for the upcoming Voice of the People Awards ceremony—a sort of milestone marking a phase in her running career.
This award was simply sothing she deserved—plus, it could deliver a resounding slap to the URA. What wasn’t to like? How satisfying!
But the actual ceremony—even just rehearsals—would only begin in a week!
In other words, Gotham Song had the rare luxury of an entire week of free ti?!
Hmm...
Maybe she should be a ga-addicted shut-in again after so long, enjoying the entirely new and unheard-of video gas born of this world’s radically advanced technology?
This was indeed an excellent idea. And while online shopping in New York wasn’t very convenient, Gotham Song lived in one of the richest districts where everything was readily available. If she wanted to, she could just pop out to the nearby mall, pick sothing up, and co straight back.
It might not even take half an hour total!
Hmm... but as for asking Ardan-neesan and the others to co along... let’s just temporarily not consider that. After all, Gotham Song had an ominous feeling sothing bizarre and embarrassing might happen.
Like becoming their dress-up doll. Or again, becoming their dress-up doll.
So, out of concern for her own psychological safety, Gotham Song was planning to quickly slip out the door first and explain her intentions later.
Anyway, open the door, say "I need to head out real quick," then imdiately bolt—? This plan should have no problems at all, right?
As if it would be problem-free!
Gotham Song’s plan was strangled at the very first step—not because jiro Ardan or the others actually did anything to stop her. Although the three Uma Musu behind her were watching Gotham Song slowly creeping toward the door, believing herself invisible, the real interruption ca unexpectedly from the front door itself.
When she heard the doorbell ring, Gotham Song was thoroughly confused. After all, she’d only just returned to New York yesterday and had just properly rested today—so who exactly would co to find her at a ti like this?
Could it be that Cafe-nee-san and Old Ghost #1 were already done with their business?
Whoa, Sunday Silence, that’s fast.
But since the doorbell had been rung, Gotham Song naturally wouldn’t ignore the visitor. Conveniently already at the door, she stopped pretending entirely, simply pressing the intercom button with confidence.
"This is Gotham—...I an, Twilight Residence. Could you please identify yourself, unknown visitor?"
"Oh, so this is Twilight Residence. My na’s Seabiscuit. Is Gotham Song-san at ho?"
The speaker’s tone held a rather complex emotion.
Sounding mostly curious and puzzled, yet Gotham Song felt inexplicably as though she were being spoiled. Unable to pinpoint why, she simply pushed that odd feeling aside.
Pressing the door button, she replied:
"Yes, I’m ho. Please co inside and we’ll talk, Seabiscuit-san."
Gotham Song opened the inner door, looking toward the front gate, seeing a tall Uma Musu gradually approaching.
Her hair was fiery red, her stature so tall that she even seed significantly taller than Secretariat.
Simple, capable attire—slim jeans, casually perfect leather jacket, and a matching brown cowboy hat—gave Gotham Song the impression of an Uma Musu whose style was vintage yet full of warmth.
"It seems the one living in Twilight Residence is indeed Gotham Song-san herself. Aren’t you going to invite inside?"
"Ah, y-yes, of course. Please co in, Seabiscuit-san. But I’m curious... What brings you here suddenly? It shouldn’t be business-related, right?"
Ardan and McQueen straightened themselves formally as Seabiscuit entered, while Neo Universe—still dressed as a maid—had already prepared tea and snacks.
Your efficiency is terrifying, Neo-chan. Did you predict this?!
"It’s not business—or not entirely business. I was simply curious about the miracle-making Uma Musu, so I thought to pay a private visit. Is there any problem?"
"O-of course not. Actually, I greatly admire you as well, Seabiscuit-san. I’m delighted by your visit."
A partial lie—but Gotham Song respected the legendary Seabiscuit deeply.
Seabiscuit didn’t dwell on the pleasantries. She simply assessed Gotham Song, smiling openly.
"You’re cuter than I expected."
"What kind of adjective is ’cute’?!"
Gotham Song puffed her cheeks, hearing jiro Ardan laugh quietly behind her.
After settling in, Seabiscuit’s playful eyes grew serious beneath her hat:
"Have you heard, Gotham-san? About Uma Musu using doping substances?"
Those crimson eyes flared dangerously from beneath the shadow of her hat.
"Those damned madn are doing sothing truly dangerous—and insane."
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