Because Margaret was seated in the VIP section at the highest point, aside from the maid beside her and a few noblewomen, no one saw her waving. Shade truly wanted to respond to Margaret, but circumstances did not allow it, so he merely nodded in the end.
Everyone mounted up and made their preparations, while the host at the racecourse loudly announced the newly added event:
"Welcome the Black Executioner, the Despicable Outlander, the Arrogant Baron, and Silvery Horse Farm's undefeated legend—Lucky Red Date Coconut!"
The three nicknames had definitely been deliberately chosen by the Marquis, and he had even turned the Viscount into a Baron. But judging by the fact that Marquis Morrison also had a nickname, this was clearly not his first time turning into a horse and participating in a race.
This man's eccentricity still exceeded Shade's expectations somewhat.
Four horses carrying four riders officially entered the track. Everyone lowered themselves over their horses' backs, and upon catching the sound of the starting pistol amid the shouts and cheers from the stands, they nearly all shot out of the starting line at once.
Compared to Mr. Albert, who worked in the morgue year-round, Shade and Mr. Bernhardt were clearly better riders. But skill could not make up for the shortcomings of their mounts. Even without the Bloodkin servant doing anything, the reddish-brown stallion carried him in a leap straight to the front.
The clatter of hooves rang without end. By the first bend of the circular track, Marquis Morrison had already gained an overwhelming advantage over the other three.
The race was only two laps, so time and opportunities vanished in an instant. Shade and Mr. Bernhardt, nearly shoulder to shoulder, exchanged a glance. The latter discreetly recited a prayer through Ventriloquism.
The holy emblem in his