The Blank Twelfth Night

The day they returned from Australia.

The moment she stepped down from the passenger seat of the horse transport, the soles of her feet felt distinctly exhausted upon touching the ground.

Anyone would feel that way after walking more than fifty thousand steps a day through auction houses and farm stables. Sore feet were only natural.

"She's such a cute girl."

"She looks completely different from Traveler, doesn't she?"

The staff members' voices came from the rear ramp of the truck.

Having just undergone pre-export quarantine in Australia and an international journey, the bay filly stepped down from the transport with large dark patches around her eyes, unlike ordinary pigment buildup.

Even so, the young filly obediently raised her head and followed behind Rachel Ho, who was holding her lead rope for the first time.

The staff continued their earlier discussion as they headed toward the stables.

She blinked, stretched, and let out a deep breath.

Then she followed after the staff as well.

She had considered pressing her advantage, but this trip to Australia had only brought in one new horse: Taratier 2027.

Whether Ravide's eye had simply been too sharp, or her luck at this auction had run out, that was that.

In any case, the horse she had originally targeted had been bid up to a million Australian dollars, the price of the auction's top lot.

No matter how reluctant she was, considering the farm's already strained finances this year, she could only give up.

Even so, the trip still felt immensely rewarding.

Besides the auction itself, they had also visited Bang Bang Farm, where Thousand Faces was staying, on the way back.

It was the transition from late summer to early autumn in the Southern Hemisphere, so the gray horse had not yet begun growing his