It was late at night, and only a desk lamp was on in the dorm room.
Myriad Dreams was squatting in front of an open suitcase, absentmindedly tossing in casual clothes, a toiletry bag, and a few boxes of essential chewing gum.
She was still pondering how to inform her Trainer about this brief private trip and how to fulfill her "agreement" with Silver Charm as discreetly as possible.
Just then, the dorm door was gently pushed open, and Yaeno Muteki returned from her training.
She immediately saw the open suitcase on the floor and Dream packing, her steps faltering slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
"Dreams-chan?" She closed the door, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
"It's so late, are you packing? Where are you going?"
Myriad Dreams's heart skipped a beat, and her hands paused.
She didn't dare to turn around, maintaining her squatting posture, and replied in a tone that tried to sound casual and normal.
"Ah… um, I'm going out, going abroad."
She hoped this vague answer would allow her to get away with it.
"Abroad?"
Yaeno Muteki repeated, the confusion in her tone quickly replaced by a keen vigilance.
She took a few steps closer, her gaze sweeping over the relatively light clothing and personal items in the suitcase, clearly not prepared for a long expedition.
A silver figure instantly flashed into her mind— that silver-haired flirt who openly kissed Dreams on the American racetrack and even proposed an "annual agreement" after the race!
"Where abroad?" Yaeno Muteki's voice deepened, carrying an oppressive tone that brooked no perfunctory answers.
Myriad Dreams felt the sudden drop in air pressure behind her and the gaze that tightly locked onto her, a slight chill running down her spine.
She knew she couldn't fool her, so she steeled herself and, in a small, somewhat guilty voice, uttered the place name: "…America."
"America?!"
These two words were like lighting the fuse of a powder keg!
The image of Silver Charm's smug and provocative smile instantly became crystal clear in Yaeno Muteki's mind!
She lunged forward almost without thinking, her hands suddenly grabbing Myriad Dreams's slender shoulders with such force that the unsuspecting Dream cried out in pain, her entire body pulled backward from her squatting position!
"Hiss! That hurts! Muteki, you…"
Dreams gasped in pain, trying to break free, but found Yaeno Muteki's fingers clamped onto her shoulder blades like iron shackles.
The force even made her wonder if it would leave bruises.
Yaeno Muteki, however, paid no mind to that.
She leaned slightly, bringing her face close to Dream's, her deep purple eyes swirling with furious indignation at the betrayal, intense jealousy, and an almost obsessive possessiveness.
Her breathing was rapid, and her voice, suppressed with emotion, was low and dangerous, almost squeezed out from between her teeth as she demanded:
"Tell me! Are you going to see that Silver Charm?! Are you?!!"
Her gaze was sharp as a knife, as if trying to pierce through Dream's pupils and reach her deepest thoughts.
Her fingers, gripping Dreams's shoulders, turned white from the force, clearly conveying her violently fluctuating, almost out-of-control emotions.
Myriad Dreams was in agony from the grip, and also intimidated by the barrage of questions and the terrifying aura, momentarily forgetting to argue.
She could only futilely try to pry her hands away, her face slightly pale from pain and tension.