On the grassy plains where the birds sing, the vibrant red flames gradually spread throughout the entire prairie.

These were flames of magical fire, devoid of heat, specifically used for weeding.

To prevent the lawn from growing too vigorously and to prevent plants that stored magic from being eaten by wild beasts, this was a ritual that was normally part of the Smoke Fairy Festival. However, the fireworks festival in Lachésis City was busy.

They had to entertain the various families for meetings and sometimes even hold fireworks competitions, so Lachésis City had to plan many things in advance.

In prosperous Acadia, as long as one wasn't in the particularly impoverished class, owning a horse was affordable.

For the trainee nuns, horse racing was a sport that involved the participation of the whole person.

The original intention of ancient horse racing was for people to ride horses and check whether the fire magic covered the entire grassland, to ensure that no large monsters would appear on the prairie the following year.

But now, the magic of the festival was already well-prepared and perfected, and there would no longer be any situations where the flames could not be extinguished.

The only use for horse racing was to pay tribute to ancestors.

And as for the equestrian performances, even if they weren't considered competitions, they could be simplified as dressage and obstacle jumping.

To showcase the beauty and loyalty of the horses, equestrians had to wear luxurious and handsome military uniforms and maneuver the horses through a series of difficult steps. They also had to rely on the trust of the horses to overcome dangerous obstacles.

Although these two activities were not suitable for competition, anyone with discerning eyes could see that the most elegant and stunning figure must be the person who excelled at these sports.

That person was Turing.

"I am truly impressed, Altria," a woman dressed in a loose aristocratic undergarment, with neatly combed short hair and no button on her collar, revealing a small portion of her neck, rode her horse to Turing's side.

Turing's forehead perspired lightly. She had just completed her two sports.

[Why? Joseph's condition... isn't good.]

[Didn't he receive treatment from the veterinarian who came last time during the group examination?]

Even without looking, Turing knew that when Joseph crossed the last thicket of brambles twice during the obstacle jumping, his leg had been injured to varying degrees. It was just that Joseph had a higher tolerance and didn't lose control.

"Your equestrian skills are even better than many outstanding equestrian teachers, including me. I really wish you could stay and help me teach my unruly students, if it weren't for the fact that I see you are the young lady of the Altria family."

"But your Altria family... is really something. Since you don't need these talents, you still insist on keeping them all. In a way, it's greedy and domineering." Out of Provence, the equestrian professor, those words, whether they were praise or sarcasm, were uttered like a joke.

"You..." Provence's gaze became sharp, and a freezing aura gradually shot out from her beautiful eyes.

The tense atmosphere silently escalated between the two of them.

"Sister, what are you doing? Everyone wants to consult you about equestrian skills, but they can't find you." Elizabeth rode on a white horse and leisurely approached.

Newly minted nobles like Koshiba often feared that their behavior and demeanor did not match that of the nobility, so they liked to ride these elegant and quiet white horses.

"Hmph." Provence snorted coldly and turned her horse around to leave.

Elizabeth watched as Provence left, wondering what she was thinking.

"She really is someone that I can never tire of looking at." Elizabeth suddenly said, "Having strength is truly an enjoyable thing."

"Sister, aren't you tired? If you win no matter what you do, wouldn't you feel bored?"

Turing raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Sister, what happened that day?" Elizabeth tightly held the reins in her hand. Clearly, her emotions were extremely turbulent when she asked this question, in contrast to her calm exterior. "That night, I actually noticed that you secretly went somewhere and came back looking as if you had encountered something wonderful."

"Can you tell me?" Elizabeth revealed her own rabbit teeth, biting her lower lip tightly, "Although I am weak... I hope I can at least compete fairly."

"Sister, aren't you afraid of competition? After all, you always win." Elizabeth looked pitifully at Turing.

[This guy... Last time under the big tree, he said that, I thought he was giving up.]

"No." Turing was not shaken by Elizabeth's words.

[Actually, this kid is not very good at keeping secrets. If she mentions the incident in the data room, it could hinder what I am planning to do next.]

"How about we compromise?"

"We'll decide the result through a competition, obstacle cross-country race. If I win, sister will tell me what happened, okay?"

Turing looked surprised at Elizabeth's face, who had turned a bit pale due to excessive pressure. Her bangs trembled lightly, as if afraid, and veins appeared unnaturally on her forehead due to nervousness.

"Sister, are you afraid?"

[Speaking of which... A long time ago, there was also someone who always called me sister, sister behind me.]

[How many times have I wished, Diana, if I were younger than you.]

[Then I wouldn't feel so guilty.]

"Okay, why not?" Turing grinned confidently.

Turing tapped the horse gently, directing Joseph towards the obstacle cross-country field.

Elizabeth also patted the horse's back and lightly pulled the reins, saying to the horse beneath her, "It's going to be tough for you, Don Quixote."

After a little adjustment, the two arrived at the starting point of the obstacle cross-country race. Elizabeth swallowed a mouthful of saliva as she looked at the haphazardly placed obstacles, hurdles, and thorn traps.

"If sister wins... Don't you want anything in return?"

"Or is it that I can't come up with anything that satisfies sister?" Elizabeth said anxiously.

"There's no such thing." Turing confidently performed a jump and squat leap, displaying a gallant starting pose, looking like a boy.

"It's just that, according to the tradition of horse racing competitions."

"The stronger the participant, the closer the odds are to one." Turing's confident smile swept away the gloom in Elizabeth's heart, who was clearly the opponent at that moment.