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"Let's just consider this a way of helping others!"

The anonymous guests are all kind-hearted.

It's just a hug, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?

When Xia Die started crying, Qiong, who was wearing the Alicia Persona, was instantly at a loss for what to do.

In the words of the pink-haired fat lady, she can't stand seeing girls cry.

Continuing to wear this guy's persona might lead to being influenced by Xia Die and crying along with her, so Qiong immediately removed the mask.

[That useless, pink, fat woman.]

Qiong silently complained in her heart.

High attack and paper defense, what use are you!

You still have to look to me.

Songstress Badge, Power of Harmony, activated!

"Because you witnessed its splendor?"

So you long for warmth?

"You say you don't want to love anymore, yet you're still reluctant to let go?"

"So life, is it, bitter as a song?"

—"What Can I Use to Keep You?"

The power of harmony resonates with and inspires emotions.

A critical hit that directly converts critical damage from area-of-effect attacks and secondary attacks into true damage.

The loneliness, longing, and despair that had been suppressed for thousands of years burst forth like volcanic lava, shattering all the calm and restraint that Xia Die had tried so hard to maintain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Tears blurred her vision, and guided by the resonance of emotions, the pent-up emotions burst forth, and Xia Die cried even more heartbreakingly.

Alas, how lonely it is to be invincible.

Qiong tilted her head slightly, gazing at the gray-blue sky.

Use the power of harmony to resonate, evoke, guide, and massage the spirit of the butterfly.

Xia Die cried for the entire length of a song.

The hoarse sobs only gradually subsided when Qiong stopped resonating with the emotion.

She buried her head deep in Qiong's chest, feeling a damp, sticky sensation on her cheek.

When the emotional storm finally subsided and reason returned, she belatedly realized what had happened.

The front of her dress was already soaked with her tears.

"I'm so sorry, sir!"

Xia Die looked up abruptly as if startled, frantically wiping away the remaining tear stains from the corners of her eyes.

A blush appeared on her bloodless, snow-white face.

With extreme reluctance, she released her grip on Qiong's hand, bowed her head, and apologized.

"My behavior just now was abrupt and rude. If it offended you, please forgive me."

"It's ok."

Qiong shook his head with a chuckle.

"I apologize, I have never touched a living person like this before. I hope you will understand if I have been impolite."

The girl continued to apologize, but when she looked up and met Qiong's golden eyes, which still held a warm smile, she was stunned once again.

As if drawn by the light in those eyes, I was momentarily speechless.

"Are you using my eyes to look in a mirror?"

Qiong leaned closer and asked with a grin.

As if waking from a dream, Xia Die, who had been in a daze, blushed even more brightly on her fair face.

She instinctively avoided eye contact, but couldn't help asking the question that had been lingering in her mind:

"Who exactly are you, sir? And why are you exempt from the death penalty?"

"I am the zeroth of the Moths that chase the flame."

At Dome's suggestion, Tirispius adopted 'Moths of Fire' as the name of the organization.

"A moth drawn to fire?"

Xia Die blinked blankly.

"Yes."

Qiong snapped her fingers. "Girl, pass on the flame... oh no, chase the flame?"

"Chasing Fire?"

Xia Die stared directly into the young man's bright, sun-like golden eyes, and her heart suddenly began to race.

"That's right, the so-called fire-chasing..."

Qiong slowly recounted to Xiaodie the oracle of Kefale and the story of Tirisipius establishing the Fire-Chasing Moth and embarking on the journey of chasing fire.

"Young lady, do you want to become a hero who illuminates the darkness and ignites new life? Join us!"

Qiong reached out her hand to Xia Die.

Looking at the fair and slender hand in front of her, Xia Die was caught in a fierce internal struggle. 0.01 seconds later.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Xia Die extended her hand, which she had just removed from her gloves and which still retained warmth, and tightly grasped Qiong's hand.

"I'll join!"

"what?"

March 7th was dumbfounded.

"...?"

Tirispius opened her mouth slightly, looking puzzled.

This, this!

You just agreed like that?

So smoothly?

So straightforward?

Tirispius suddenly had the illusion that, 'The three of us are really amazing!' 'The journey to the fire is nothing special.' 'It seems so easy.'

But something still feels off.

The fact that the Butterfly joined the Fire-Chasing Moth doesn't seem like it was for the great cause of recreating the world.

"From today onwards, we will be partners walking side by side."

Qiong turned around and greeted Tirispius and March 7.

"Let's have a banquet tonight to celebrate Xia Die joining us."

"Okay."

Tibo responded as it flew from the direction of the ruined city-state of Aidiria.

"Also celebrating the first step of the fire-chasing journey."

With her red bangs hanging down and her right eye covered, Tian flew in from another direction.

"Yay! Let's start the banquet!"

On March 7th, they temporarily set aside their delicate emotions and cheered with joy.

Lively atmospheres and delicious food always bring joy.

However, two minutes later.

"Um, shouldn't we let go of your hand?"

March 7th chuckled dryly, pointing to Qiong's hand that was being held, and said to Xia Die.

Xia Die couldn't hear her words, so naturally she didn't react.

“Ahem, Xia Die, let me introduce you to another member of the Fire Moth, March 7. She is in a special state, and only I can see her.”

Qiong took the opportunity of introducing March 7th to get Xia Die to let go of her hand.

"Is that so, Miss March 7th, hello."

Xia Die believed Qiong's words without a doubt. With a hint of lingering affection, she let go of his hand and turned to bow solemnly in the direction of March 7th.

If Sora can touch her, then it's quite normal for a special being that only Sora can see to appear.

"Um, hello, hello, nice to meet you."

March 7th scratched his head in response, and Qiong repeated.

"It's still early, Xia Die, could you tell us some more stories about Aidiria?"

“I would be delighted, Your Excellency.”

Xia Die's voice returned to its cool tone, but when her dark purple eyes looked at Qiong, they held an indescribable warmth and light.

At the rear of the group, they headed towards the ruined city-state.

On March 7th, Qiong and Xiaodie were one body length apart.

Those bright pink-blue eyes, which were originally as beautiful as cherry blossoms in spring, were now subtly tinged with a dark red.

Staring at the sky, he could hardly contain himself and burst forth with emotion.

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Volume 1: Chapter 814 Great Weng Star is my hometown

When discussing the distinctive culture of Onphalus, the bathhouses and bathing practices are undoubtedly essential elements.

But if we're talking about what truly ignites the soul, nothing beats a banquet.

They especially love to invite friends and family to celebrate together.

For the Onphalus, lounging on their couches, eating and drinking while engaging in philosophical debates, discussing the heavens and the earth, and pointing out the future is a truly delightful experience.

The same applies to outsiders.

Who can resist a thoroughly enjoyable banquet?

Qiong, March 7, Tirispius, and Xiaodie—at first glance, the four of them seemed rather thin, as if they couldn't support the hustle and bustle that a grand feast should have.

But don't forget, there are actually ten Tirispius in total.

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively as the banquet progressed.

All sorts of lively activities.

Since a banquet is being held, the unique drinks of the Onphalus banquet are indispensable.

There are no regular chairs; instead, there are couches around the perimeter for people to recline.

The magnificent stone table in the center was nothing like the rough craftsmanship of the Middle Ages, and it was laden with delicacies in the style of Manonphalas.

"Fagina's Secret Brew?"

March 7th curiously took a slender-necked bottle made of gold from Qiong's hand.

Qiong had just left using the Anywhere Door for quite some time before bringing back these treasures.