The instant the car ca to a stop, Twilight Song threw open the door and leaped out, vanishing into a silver-white blur.
She bolted away with such desperate speed, you’d think the gates had just opened at the racetrack and she’d skipped straight past the warm-up into a record-setting escape.
The other Uma Musu gathered near the entrance didn’t even have ti to react, standing bewildered until jiro Ardan approached them.
"Ruka, she... what’s going on?"
"Maybe she’s carsick?"
Ardan wasn’t quite sure how to explain—or confirm—the situation.
She’d clearly been asleep monts ago, yet had suddenly bolted... Could soone asleep beco so violently carsick? She’d shown no signs of discomfort while awake.
Sothing felt strange, as if so crucial detail were being deliberately hidden.
An unsettling suspicion stirred inside Ardan. Standing behind the others, she bit her lower lip gently to calm herself.
I’ll need to keep a closer eye on Little Ruka from now on...
After all, she showed such a gentle expression while sleeping.
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Twilight Song raced madly through jiro Manor. Honestly, just running with a mouthful of water would’ve been bad enough—never mind that it was actually blood, thick and coppery in her throat.
And probably mixed with other unpleasant things she needed desperately to get rid of imdiately.
She’d maintained this horrible state ever since leaving the car!
And even up to now!
Twilight Song felt she was about to lose her mind.
Even more frustrating, though she’d finally reached a place where she could handle the issue, she was completely lost and couldn’t find a bathroom anywhere!
She couldn’t exactly just spit into a random trash bin, hastily wrapped in tissues, could she?
The jiro family would definitely discover it!
Damn this transmigration...
Running around in circles, Twilight Song finally stumbled upon what looked like the residential wing. She imdiately rushed into an unlocked room, finally freeing herself from the awful burden in her mouth.
She rinsed thoroughly, flushed repeatedly, and scrubbed every trace of blood clean from the porcelain.
Even the smallest speck was glaringly obvious on pure white tile, like a blot of green amidst blooming flowers!
It had to disappear, absolutely vanish.
Only after dealing with everything thoroughly did Twilight Song finally stagger out of the bathroom, breathing heavily as if reborn.
Hmm...
[jiro Ramonu]
Damn! Of all rooms, how did she end up in this lunatic’s room? Thank goodness she wasn’t ho—that would’ve been terrible luck.
Twilight Song instinctively shrank her neck, glanced carefully around, then cautiously tiptoed along the hallway toward her own room.
Calling jiro Ramonu a lunatic wasn’t exactly personal; rather, in nearly every fanfic she’d seen, this particular Uma Musu had a reputation too infamous to ignore.
Sure, the official settings weren’t so exaggerated. But still, reputation had its reasons. Even though this seed like the normal Uma Musu tiline...
Twilight Song couldn’t help but entertain a paranoid fantasy that she’d transmigrated into a bizarre Trepop tiline.
Better not—if that were true, stepping into jiro Manor would’ve been like jumping straight into a predator’s jaws.
In simpler terms...
She’d just spat blood in soone else’s room and was understandably feeling guilty. Coupled with the twisted rumors surrounding jiro Ramonu’s na, she was completely intimidated now.
Twilight Song passed room after room until she finally spotted her own naplate.
Truthfully, before entering jiro Manor, it had been difficult to imagine exactly how a prestigious family’s residence would look.
But after entering, she finally got a glimpse of its true splendor.
The lobby alone was astonishingly spacious—not extravagantly covered in gold or silver, yet still obviously designed with ticulous care, elegance, and refined taste.
Beyond that was presumably the dining hall, followed by stairs leading to a vast residential corridor.
She hadn’t explored beyond that yet, but at least now she was quite curious about what her own room looked like.
Well... I’ll just take a peek first?
[Twilight Song]
Pressing down the handle, the little silver-haired filly cautiously poked her head through the slight opening.
The room was large and neat, feeling more like a freshly prepared suite than one soone actively lived in.
Desk, wardrobe, a large bed, balcony, en-suite bathroom, and even a small tea table—nothing was lacking.
And then, standing right there, quietly reading a book...
jiro Ramonu?
Eh? Was she also part of the furniture?
Twilight Song quickly withdrew her head, double-checking the naplate carefully:
[Twilight Song]
No mistake—it was her own room, right?
She poked her head in again.
jiro Ramonu, still calmly standing there.
Maybe she should confirm one more ti?
[Twilight Song]
How odd. Did I imagine seeing jiro Ramonu? Maybe a hallucination...
Twilight Song peeked again, and suddenly found herself face-to-face with a pair of smiling eyes that had bent down to her level right behind the door.
jiro Peak calmly stared back at her from just behind the doorway.
Um, here’s Johnny!
No, wait, that wasn’t right—maybe she should’ve said: "Good morning, esteed senior! Blessings upon you?"
Ahahaha...
Twilight Song silently began evaluating her chances of successfully escaping.
"Hmm, do you need to double-check again?"
Ugh, again? Would the naplate suddenly change to "jiro Ramonu"?
I see.
Actually, earlier I spat blood in my own room. Yes, clearly this is Miss jiroRamonu’sroom.
I’ll just leave quietly now...
She silently stepped backward, releasing the door handle—but jiro Ramonu grabbed it firmly from the other side and pulled the door open completely. Her figure boldly overshadowed the small filly standing there.
"This is definitely your room. Don’t doubt it, little filly. Also, everyone’s waiting for you downstairs, so co with ."
Waiting? What for?
Twilight Song tilted her head, ears flicking thoughtfully without imdiately responding.
As for jiro Ramonu? She wasn’t the type to pause for explanations. She simply reached out, firmly grabbed Twilight’s small hand, and marched down the corridor without question.
"It’s a celebration for your debut victory, you little troublemaker."
jiro Ramonu wasn’t as harsh as she’d appeared. She even thoughtfully shortened her strides, sparing Twilight Song the need to jog to keep up with her shorter legs.
Alright, looks like this isn’t the bizarre Trepop scenario with the weird jiro Ramonu. That’sactually a relief...
Thinking carefully, with only a year left to live, Twilight Song really didn’t need to fear being trapped in a weird scenario.
She just needed to resist any deeper connections, focus on her own goals, and that was all, right?
Surely there wouldn’t be so sort of revival match later—she’d already gotten a second life, expecting a third would be ridiculous greed!
That’s what Twilight Song told herself, though jiro Ramonu, walking ahead, had no idea of these inner thoughts.
"You don’t need to be so tense. Even though you’re from a branch family, once you settle in here, it’s practically like being part of the main family."
The implication was clear: If you lived in jiro Manor, the distinction between main and branch families wasn’t particularly significant. It was mostly a matter of whether your na had "jiro" in front of it.
"Actually, you could probably be called jiro Ruka, couldn’t you?"
jiro Ramonu murmured softly, stopping suddenly to turn around with a faint smile.
"Besides... am I really that scary?"
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