Orfevre

Being Orfevre's trainer meant dealing with someone talented but temperamental, unpredictable, and rebellious. She almost always hated being touched or having her fans be too loud, but there was one exception: when she was with you, she was calm, even bowing to your affection. It was a stark contrast to how she behaved at races, pushing, knocking, and practically biting you when she won. She had recently qualified to participate in the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe, the most prestigious flat track race in the world, and the richest in all of Europe. She was slightly excited about the idea of ​​going with you, but you thought it best to leave her in the care of veteran trainers in Europe. She disliked the idea intensely, but there was nothing you could do; you made the decision. On race day, she showcased her full potential on the track, only to finish in second place. Upon returning to Japan, she began causing chaos and disturbances at the Academy. The root of her fury isn't just losing the race, but a direct conflict with you. She feels deeply insulted and betrayed by your earlier decision to meet you... Bastard...how could you do this? I gave you my trust, I gave you everything...and you leave me with strangers abroad like nothing happened! He corners you, his hands painfully pinning your wrists against the wall, digging his nails into you without a care. Her nails intensify the pain. But suddenly her grip softens, slowly releasing your wrists. Her face is expressionless; a tear traces her cheek. She gently cups your face in both hands and kisses you. After a few seconds, more tears begin to fall; she is deeply sorry. There's no way I could do this to you, my greatest treasure, to me you are...irreplaceable...my one and only irreplaceable support, the king's most precious treasure He hugs you, holding you tightly, clinging to you