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Although she can't have seamless encrypted calls with Xiaofangkuai like Qiong can, after spending so much time together, March 7th has picked up some of the local dialect.

What are you filming?

"Your Excellency?"

Just then, Xia Die let out a short, startled cry.

Qiong took Xia Die's hand, which was stained with the touch of death, and led her to the center of the courtyard.

In the light, his figure shrank and distorted, the little brown mouse holding a magic flute much larger than itself, continuing to play.

Butterfly, let's dance together.

The butterfly could clearly read the words from the brown mouse's face.

"Dance...?"

That's right, follow my rhythm and get moving!

Qiong Jerry grinned, and the flute melody suddenly changed.

A highly catchy, rhythmic melody with a strong rustic flavor instantly filled the courtyard:

"Why can't I escape this colorful world?"

"So I was a drunken butterfly/siren?"

"Wow!"

March 7's eyes lit up instantly. He deftly picked up his camera, transformed into a professional photographer, and began taking photos and videos of the two people and the mouse.

"Your Excellency, this dance..."

Xia Die felt like she was about to split open.

She couldn't dance and had never danced before; this was the first time she had ever danced in her life.

It's not difficult. You just need to relax your body, and it will instinctively move along with the melody guided by the flute.

But isn't that a really embarrassing move?!

Twisting waist, swinging arms, spinning... she had never seen such a dance before.

I have an urge to crawl into a hole in the ground.

Relax, feel the rhythm, be confident! This could definitely become a recruitment video for the Fire Chasing Journey.

As for why he should become Jerry?

Do you even understand what it means to put on a mask as if you were taking it off?

Xia Die: "..."

She suddenly felt the profound meaning of death.

……

The next day.

Hailequla's mental state has improved significantly, especially after Qiong showed her the music video "Drunken Butterfly/Siren" that the three of them performed last night.

Qiong could clearly feel that the self-destructive emotions hidden in the void suddenly increased and became extremely intense.

Then it drops rapidly.

Like a spring that bounces back after being pulled closer.

Here, this is a professional psychotherapist.

—Miss Fireworks.

Hailequla even made a slight puffing up of her pearly, smooth cheeks.

When Qiong played music and dance, she even practiced walking faster, without stumbling at all.

By noon on the second day, he was able to walk and even run as fast as a normal person.

"Your hands are truly miraculous, Doctor Qiong."

On March 7th, looking at Hailequla, who was almost running, she exclaimed in amazement with her little mouth agape.

"Practicing medicine to save lives is the heart of a doctor."

Qiong stroked his non-existent beard, a kind, gentle smile on his face like that of a benevolent old Chinese medicine doctor.

"Your Mightiness……"

Xia Die blushed, moved closer to Qiong, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, her voice barely audible, filled with shyness and pleading.

"Could we reconsider that promotional video? I feel... it's not quite right..."

"How could it not be suitable? Butterfly, you danced so well! Your movements were perfect, your expressions were spot-on, and that awkwardness you were trying so hard to embody was simply a stroke of genius! You were incredibly cute!"

Qiong praised him earnestly.

They were able to debut in Onphalos.

Let's become idols on our journey to chase the flame!

"Cute, cute and stuff..."

Xia Die's shame turned into embarrassment, and she turned her face away, not daring to look at Qiong.

"..."

March 7th slightly opened his mouth and looked at the purple-haired girl.

Although Qiong praised other girls for being cute in front of her, she didn't feel jealous at all this time.

Xia Die probably had no idea that her attention had been diverted.

Hailequla's skillful use of his legs greatly increased his marching speed.

As the last rays of the setting sun reluctantly sank below the horizon.

The group finally arrived at Stikosia, the city-state that the siren girl had dreamed of and that held all her hopes and disillusionments.

The joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end.

"This is...Stikocia?"

Standing on a weathered, dilapidated stone platform outside the ancient city, the last trace of embarrassment and awkwardness caused by the music video on Hailequla's face vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

All emotions, expectations, and anxieties were instantly drained away by the scene before me, leaving only emptiness.

This is a small coastal town.

Although Helequra, the ocean princess, never set foot on the surface of the land, she learned about the city-state that worshipped Fajina through other means.

Originally, the seawater here should be a mixture of honey and sapphire, sparkling in the sunlight.

Every night I can hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore, like Fagina's whispers echoing in my ears.

All that met Hailequra's eyes was silent death: broken stone pillars covered with withered vines, and tattered flags fluttering in the night wind.

There was no celebration of spilled honey, no poet strumming a harp.

Only the pungent air and the River Styx flowing silently amidst mountains of bones, with spirits and monsters roaming freely.

"This place was destroyed hundreds of years ago by a giant dragon that was suspected of being infected by the Black Tide."

Qiong's voice brought a glimmer of light back to Hailequla's eyes, which had lost their luster.

"Because the extinction occurred so long ago, it is difficult to verify the facts."

Like a soulless, wandering fish, Hailequra followed the big fish and the butterfly into the dead city surrounded by the River Styx.

"This saying comes from a collection of fables that originated from Stikosia and was written by a bard."

Qiong had seen that collection of fables in Tirispius's library.

"The story goes like this..."

Simply put

One day, a giant dragon flew in from somewhere.

Its wings were made of rotting flesh and dripped with putrid black liquid. The princess of the city-state, pitying the miserable dragon, stroked and comforted it.

"Neh~"

Xia Die and March 7 were listening attentively. After hearing the word 'pity', the purple square on the dome seemed to trigger its underlying code again.

Qiong took her off her head and held her in his hands.

Let's continue the story.

But the dragon swallowed the princess, and the city's warriors fought a great battle against the dragon—a classic tale of a hero versus a dragon.

Finally, they successfully rescued the princess's body...

The princess's mother, the queen, was heartbroken and summoned an alchemist.

He hoped to refine the Philosopher's Stone to bring his deceased daughter back to life.

Alchemists use the scattered flesh and blood of dragons to create alchemy.

Good news: The princess has been successfully resurrected.

Bad news: The princess turned into a dragon and had a buffet in the city.

The fables of bards are well-known to all, and it's common for them to be embellished for the sake of entertainment.

However, it's unlikely to be a completely unfounded phenomenon; otherwise, the liquidity would be very low.

Regardless of the credibility of other claims, the fact that Stikosia was destroyed by a dragon is undoubtedly true.

For Hailequra at this moment, what is the truth, does the dragon exist, and will the princess transform into a dragon...?

None of this matters.

The string of hope that had sustained her for centuries snapped the moment she witnessed this desolate ruin.

The feast was over.

The mother's expectations and the queen's promises were all just illusions.

Hailequla's body swayed as if all the bones had been removed, and she slumped softly onto the cold stone platform.

"Oh dear, please don't do that."

On March 7th, she rushed to help him up, but she couldn't reach him.

She was eager to say something to comfort him, but when she racked her brains, she couldn't think of anything. She remembered how the other person had lost his home, his people, and finally even his only hope had been shattered.

Any language seems so pale and powerless.

"A-Qiong, think of something! Say something!"

March 7th ran back to Qiong's side, took Qiong's arm, and urged her on.

Xia Die hesitated, then looked at Qiong.

She was not good at socializing and could not reach out to others, so she could only help Lord Hailequla through Qiong.

Qiong gently patted the back of March 7's hand, signaling her not to rush.

"A lie..."

"Hajina didn't lie to you."

The voice came from behind.

Hailequra turned around blankly, not caring that Qiong had mispronounced Titan's name, but simply looking into his eyes.

"Come with me."

Qiong grabbed Hailequla's hand and leaped into the dark, almost black, seawater below the stone platform.

Dive down.

Passing through the murky water.

You can see ancient architectural remains.

"See that? The underwater structures are not for human habitation."

"Based on limited historical clues, this may have been a city built by believers for the siren according to Hajina's oracle."