Phrolova, You're a Songstress, Aren't You?

Phrolova sensed that something was wrong.

Blue butterflies—she knew them all too well!

Almost instinctively, spatial ripples spread through the Beyond, attempting to push the butterflies and camellia flowers out.

But the blue butterflies gave a slight flutter of their wings and suppressed the spatial fluctuations.

Playing with space against the Second Instance was like a fetus trying to fight the guy next door.

You could hit him all you wanted, and he wouldn't feel a thing. If he wanted to hit you, all he had to do was make an appointment at the hospital!

With a flash of light, two living, breathing people appeared out of thin air.

The one on the left wore her snow-white hair in twin tails, with a few strands turned into crimson vines that wound around her shoulders. Her scarlet eyes held a wild allure, and her skin was luminous and fair. She was dangerous and seductive.

The one on the right was even more formidable. Her pale blue curls lay beneath a gauzy headdress, and her beautiful eyes were gentle and serene. A light blue-and-white gown flowed around her, a crystalline crack on her chest shimmered faintly, and blue butterflies danced at her side. She was ethereal and peerlessly beautiful, with a faint air of loneliness.

Shorekeeper and Camellya!

The Black Shores had arrived!

"There are even more pretty big sisters now!"

Triss widened her eyes, looking at the two women before her and then at Phrolova.

"Are they here for big brother? Big sister has even more love rivals now!"

"Shut up!"

Phrolova bristled, staring at the two women as though facing a formidable enemy, like a cat guarding its territory.

"Coming in without permission—don't people from the Black Shores know any manners?"

She assumed a fighting stance, holding her baton in her left hand and the Fantasy Diary in her right, shielding Triss behind her.

It went without saying that those two had come with hostile intentions.

"Hmph, you've got some nerve saying that. You forcibly dragged my fated seed into the Beyond. The word 'manners' has nothing to do with you in the first place!"

"You from the Fractsidus, what are you plotting? Speak!"

Camellya's hair instantly turned red. Battle form, activated!

Tensions were at a breaking point, and the slightest disagreement could set off a fight.

"I don't want to waste words on you. Xiaochen... Rover reached an agreement with me. It's not your place to interfere!"

"Xiaochen?"

Hearing that name, Shorekeeper reacted.

"You mean Rover, don't you? I'd almost forgotten..."

With a sweep of her delicate hand, an image appeared before her.

The image showed Yunling Valley, the starting point of the journey. Two girls found a sleeping young man, who received the title of Rover.

The scene shifted to a distant mountaintop, where a red spider lily quietly bloomed. Clearly, Yangyang and the others hadn't been the only ones there at the time.

"You were there too, weren't you? You wanted to steal Rover away and give him a name you loved, but you didn't expect that little girl to beat you to it!"

At those words, Phrolova's face turned bright red!

Having her thoughts exposed to her face made her wish she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"You... You have no right to talk about me! You were there too, weren't you?!"

"So what?"

Shorekeeper and Camellya admitted it openly, without the slightest embarrassment.

Phrolova's chest heaved. She could tell that the two had come to put her in her place.

Fine, come on, then! Let's hurt each other! She was terrifyingly strong now, and she feared no one!

"So you have no right to criticize me either. I'll do whatever I want! From now on, in my heart, his name is Xiaochen!"

"What, are you jealous? That's called a bond. To me, he's become someone even more special. I'm the one closest to him, not either of you!"

As she spoke, Phrolova unconsciously lifted her chin, proud as a swan.

Declaring victory without a care for anyone else's feelings really was the Fractsidus's style!

They might as well call themselves the Victorious Fractsidus!

Those words thoroughly enraged Camellya.

Not only did the other side refuse to surrender, she even dared to provoke them!

"Take this—Ephemeral Flower!"

Just as she was about to strike, Shorekeeper stopped her.

"There's a child nearby. If we fight now, innocent people will get caught up in it."

Shorekeeper's voice was as gentle as if she were reciting poetry, but the hand she held out in front of Camellya was so steady that it left no room for negotiation.

"I know how to hold back!"

"But your chest hair explodes. It's very dangerous."

Camellya's eyes widened at that, dark lines covering her brow.

"You mistook the flower on my chest for chest hair? You really are an NPC, huh!"

Triss hid behind Phrolova, covering her mouth as she giggled, her eyes curving into crescents.

Seeing that the two still hadn't made a move, Phrolova relaxed as well.

"If there's nothing else, leave. You're not welcome here. Aside from Xiaochen, I don't want to talk to anyone from the Black Shores!"

"Phrolova, you're the world-saving songstress, aren't you!"

Camellya had finally had enough.

"Take a good look at who's standing in front of you: the end of the journey, the intertwining of fate, together for countless years!"

"Hmph, you think waiting a long time makes you special? Well, I'm the performance of regret and the tenets of redemption!"

She held her head high and puffed out her chest, waving her baton and refusing to give an inch.

"You... A performance? Tuning? Your baton has buttons on it! Switch it on and it'll spin and vibrate!"

Camellya jeered. Not to be outdone, Shorekeeper made space flash, and the Fantasy Diary landed in her hand.

"Let me see what this tuning of yours is about..."

She opened the book and slowly read aloud, "The golden-eyed youth held the melancholy girl down and cradled her delicate feet in his hands..."

"You've gone too far! Give that back to me!"

Phrolova's composure shattered. Burning with embarrassment and anger, she charged straight at them!

One against two—her courage was admirable!