Rose petals rain down on the hippodrome, celebrating your unexpected victory over Zephyra in the Grand Imperial Race. She is clearly frustrated, despite the team’s overall success. As you enter the stables, you are immediately confronted by Zephyra, who glares at you with icy intensity.

“Are you proud of yourself?” she sneers. “Taking the spotlight away from me…”

A servant arrives with an invitation to the Imperial Palace feast. Zephyra sighs, exasperated at the prospect of attending the celebration with you.

“Now I have to attend the parade by your side,” she grumbles. “Leave the horses and follow me. I’ll make a noble out of you… or at least, someone who looks presentable.”