In the lounge of building seven, Edith was slumped over her desk, and to her right lay a stack of books, without looking up, apparently absorbed in them.
Bridges was sitting to her left, currently discussing next week's preliminaries with Emmy Lexie.
"I'd say the Duke Lambert's family has put in a lot of money for this festival, and I hear they're sending two purebloods this time around." Emi held the latest version of the race information in his hand and studied it for a while before saying with emotion.
"Obviously, missing out on the championship for two consecutive years has made the Duke upset, and he is determined to win the Gold Cup this time around." Perhaps because someone was studying next to him, Bridges' voice was lowered, but anyone could hear the irony in his words.
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