「皆さん、応援ありがとうございました！」

優雅に手を振るメジロマックイーン。
激戦の直後だとわかるのは、
額を流れるままの汗くらいだ。

「けれどこの1着はまだ、夢の途中。
メジロ家の誇りを胸に、今後も華麗に
勝利を重ねて参りますわ！」

高貴なる宣誓に、歓声は最高潮。
令嬢然とした振る舞いで、背を向けた後――

（決めましたわ、今日はご褒美にケーキを
いただきますっ。なににしようかしら……）

――ご機嫌で悩む後ろ姿は、
まだあどけない少女だった。

"Thank you for your support, everyone!"

Mejiro McQueen waves her hand with dignity and grace. The beads of sweat running down her forehead are the only sign of the brutal race that just concluded.

"Winning first place today was another forward step in my journey. I will continue living up to the Mejiro name with every wonderful victory I claim hereafter!"

The audience roars, overflowing with enthusiasm. She then turns away and makes her elegant exit.

(That's it. I'm going to treat myself to cake today. Oh, but what kind should I have?)

Despite her refined behavior, she's still an innocent and sweet girl inside.