Anjing Zhen had only made an offhand complaint, but the gloomy-faced Manchester Cafe beside him replied softly:
"Mr. Anjing is right. She's always been like this. Even after retiring, she didn't change... No, it should be said that her condition worsened after retirement."
Hearing Manchester Cafe describe her friend's madness as an illness, Anjing Zhen chuckled.
But thinking it over, Agnes Tachyon's sudden outburst just now had indeed been rather frightening. It did seem like she needed a larger dose.
"But there's no need to worry about her. She'll be back to normal soon..."
Taking a sip of coffee, Manchester Cafe narrowed her golden eyes and swept her gaze across the track.
"It was a sudden change. The other competitors haven't reacted yet, so...
"The race from here on should become much calmer..."
Anjing Zhen paused slightly, then quickly composed himself and focused his gaze on the track.
Just as Manchester Cafe had said, the Horse Girl pack had "slowed" down.
It wasn't that their speed had dropped.
Like a gust of black wind, Kitasan Black still raced alone at the very front of the track.
Her flying black bob and long ponytail danced wildly in the wind, tugged by the fierce gusts into two black flags that released sharp howls with every flutter.
Her figure was light yet powerful. Keeping up with her swift rhythm, the lines of muscle across her body could faintly be seen rising and falling smoothly.
Every step she took was firm and forceful. Her alternating strides left behind two afterimages, as though she had become one with the track itself.
She was currently passing through the opening straight directly opposite the stands. The booming thuds of her feet striking the ground reached them, then vanished in an instant.
Only then came the pursuers close