Osaka Hai's Promotion

Noble Elegance nodded. "Yes, that's her. Her next race is also in Dubai, but not the same one as Senior Bansai's—it's the Dubai Turf. My elder sister and I are helping her prepare for training right now. I thought you'd been there before, Little Kita, so you'd be more familiar with the climate and environment, so—"

Before she could finish, Kitasan Black already understood. She nodded vigorously and patted her chest again. "Mm! I understand! If you want to know anything about Dubai, or what to watch out for during training, just ask me! Leave it to me! I can join you for side-by-side runs too!"

Seeing the relieved, grateful look on Noble Elegance's face, the atmosphere at the dining table livened up again.

Their casual conversation gradually expanded to the results of other recent races, as well as several rising stars at the academy, such as Lofty Ambition.

Perhaps because Kitasan Black had remained at the center of the conversation, when the topic turned to the races each of them would be entering next, everyone's gaze intentionally or otherwise settled on her.

Noble Elegance directly asked with curiosity, "Come to think of it, what about you, Little Kita? I remember your next plan was—an Overseas Expedition, right? Is your first stop Dubai too?"

Before Kitasan Black could answer, Duramente, who had been rather quiet until then, suddenly raised her head. Her tone was somewhat subdued. "If Little Kita goes overseas to race, then we won't be able to see her for a long time. And the food overseas—it's not that it tastes bad, exactly, but a lot of it tastes really strange. Dubai should be fine, but if you're going to Europe, you should ask clearly what kind of food they have, especially in the United Kingdom—"

At that