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"It is the eternal feast promised to you."

Qiong went to bed early last night in Hailequla and came over for a stroll.

"However, it was destroyed by the evil dragon before it was completed."

It's not deception or lies.

This gave Hailequra's eyes a little more sparkle, but it was quickly swallowed up by nothingness again.

"As a siren, I was born to be a vessel of the tides. Now that my mission is over, and my promise cannot be fulfilled..."

Her eyes were empty and lost, as if she were staring into a bottomless abyss.

"Then... how should I survive in this dark world?"

Confusion, pain, and an immense sense of emptiness, like the pressure of the deep sea, threatened to crush her.

"My king, please tell me, where should I go?!"

Helequla lost his composure.

Having lost the elegance of the Siren Princess, her vulnerability and helplessness were unmistakable.

She looked up at the sky as if she were grasping at a last straw as she fell into an abyss of nothingness.

"Where can I find the feast I crave..."

Where exactly is it?

Her eyes looked like those of someone about to go blind.

This reaction was exactly what Qiong had expected.

Moreover, it is clear that last night's events and the past two days played a role; otherwise, Hailequla might have collapsed.

Since Qiong had anticipated this, she naturally made preparations.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll tell you."

Qiong smiled and took out the magic flute.

When communicating with sirens, songs can penetrate the walls of the heart and reach the soul more effectively than words.

The badge, the diva's microphone, the magic flute, once again the trinity.

A clear and penetrating flute sound rang out.

"Scattered moonlight pierces through the clouds—gazing at the schools of fish?"

The distant flute melody depicts the fragmented moonlight piercing through the clouds and scattering into the deep sea, gazing upon the silent fish.

"Are our lonely hearts sometimes like the bottom of the sea?"

—The Undersea Legend (Phoenix Legend Version)

You ask me where the road leads?

"Does the road lead to where I'm waiting for you?"

The singing suddenly rose in pitch, giving a firm answer.

"Is there light looking for you, wanting to warm you?"

PS:

Volume 1: Chapter 826 I Subdued Heather

Helequla is special.

The siren girl claims to be born a vessel of the tides, but in the eyes of Qiong, a seasoned fool, this is also a veil.

Beneath this core of spirit lies something else.

The sharpness of the blade, imbued with the spirit of Apollo, is the source of her mental state.

The so-called Apollonian spirit.

It is the opposite of the Dionysian spirit.

Essentially, it weaves a veil of illusion to protect individuals from the bloody cruelty of reality.

Let's use the previous example to illustrate.

Facing an important exam tomorrow, feeling anxious and sleepless tonight, a person with a Dionysian spirit would simply get drunk.

Those with an Apollonian spirit would brew a cup of coffee, burn the midnight oil, and study a few more questions, hoping they might be the final, most challenging question for tomorrow.

This is the conclusion that Qiong reached after listening to Hailequla recount her past experiences last night and conducting a further analysis of her mental state.

Before the Black Tide descended, Hylequra was the blade of the Siren race.

The Siren Kingdom is not a peaceful place.

Ferocious deep-sea monsters and greedy predators occasionally shatter the tranquility.

At such times, Princess Hailequla would raise her sword to meet the enemy.

She cleared all obstacles for the Queen, for the feasts, and for the entire kingdom, and never suffered a defeat.

She was born with a near-instinctive fighting talent and swordsmanship that other sirens lacked.

This feels like a gift that's been misplaced.

This shouldn't be happening to a race known for its singing and feasting.

While her people reveled in the grand feast prepared to celebrate her triumphant return, lost in the fragrance of honey, she could only sit soberly upright.

The wine in the glass was calm and still, reflecting only her aloof and cold profile, completely out of place with the surrounding noise.

Although Hailequla did not know what the price would be for the cup of Zhuyong honey his mother gave him, he was certain that there would be a price.

But she still drank it.

Just to blend into the festivities.

Even if it's a conscious integration.

She was happy to do it.

Fish live among algae, and their heads are adorned with flowers.

The king is in Hao, how can he enjoy drinking wine?

"Too late, too late? You once laughed while crying?"

Is it too late?

But that cry, reaching the deepest part of the soul, was clearly deafening—

"There's still time!"

It's not too late!

In the dark and desolate depths of the sea, Hailequla once again saw the sunlight piercing through the ocean.

Like the faint glow of the secret brew shimmering in the golden goblet at a banquet in my memory.

That light.

It's very warm.

It's very bright.

It made her both intoxicated and sober.

Is the light looking for you?

Is the light calling to her?

How should she respond to this invitation to salvation?

You ask me where the road leads? Does the road lead to me waiting for you?

I'm waiting for you……

These three words, like an anchor chain, instantly anchored her wandering and helpless soul.

Then, there is only one answer!

The bewildered sorrow on the siren girl's face vanished as quickly as the tide receded, and her azure eyes, which had once reflected the abyss of death, rekindled their flickering light.

She picked up the sword that had been wielded for hundreds of years—no, since birth.

The longsword, crafted from conch shell and pearl shell respectively, is also a violin.

Clang!

The sound of swords striking the water is like the sound of plucked strings echoing across the surface.

"I swear allegiance to you!"

Heather knelt on one knee, set up her sword and lyre, and performed a standard knightly salute to the sky.

"My king! Please guide me to swim towards that new world!"

Fish are naturally drawn to light, because the deep sea is dark and vast.

The light in the song melted away her confusion.

Like sunlight shining directly into the deep sea.

"Please grant me a place... a feast where I can stay."

Hailequla's wish was always the same.

"Simple."

"You like parties? That's easy, we can have a party every day if you want~ As for where to stay..."

"As long as you don't pack up and run away, no one will kick you out, so—"

Qiong reached out his hand to her, waved it, and smiled.

Want to join us?

“Your Majesty, your will will be the guiding principle of my life.”

The siren girl did not hesitate at all, but she did not reach for the hand; instead, she leaned forward slightly.

With a posture full of piety and submission, he gently pressed his forehead against Qiong's palm.

The cool touch carried the scent of the deep sea.

“I will be your sword, your blade, and your cup, accepting all the missions you have given me, until the end of the tide.”

Xia Die and San Yue Qi, who arrived right after, witnessed the scene and froze on the spot.

"As expected of you, Your Excellency."

Xia Die exclaimed in amazement, her violet eyes filled with heartfelt admiration.

Just moments before, His Excellency Hailequla was utterly despondent, as if he were about to vanish into nothingness in the next second.

So quickly, the light returned to his eyes.

"Ah, this..."

March 7th's facial expressions were incredibly varied, a mix of surprise, bewilderment, and a subtle sense of crisis.

"My dear March 7th."

Changyeyue, also visible only to Qiong, appeared beside March 7 in meme form, looking at her with a disappointed expression.

What did you do?

"I...I didn't do anything!"

Feeling guilty under Chang Yeyue's gaze.

She scratched her head instinctively and tried to explain:

"I just asked Aqiong to help Hailiequla! I can't just stand by and watch her heart die, can I?"

A broken heart is just as serious as a physical death.

But she really hadn't expected this turn of events.