But Herta was far from the only acquaintance who reposted Silver Wolf's PV video!
Her phone's notification chime kept ringing as congratulations arrived from every faction.
Himeko: [Can you do that thing again? The one where you cry and make a fuss?]
Screwllum: [Such a complex display of emotion is truly rare. My thanks to Miss Silver Wolf for providing this emotional material. It has been added to the database.]
Blade: [Feels like there are a lot more portraits of you on the streets. They have something about crying and making a fuss written on them. Doesn't look like a wanted poster.]
Firefly: [Want me to bring you a gift from Penacony? Don't be sad.]
Kafka: [Come out and eat, babe. How long have you been hiding alone in your room?]
Lying on her bed and looking at the trending images about herself online and all the messages she had received, Silver Wolf's eyes gradually lost their light. She could not recover!
At the end of the Companion Mission, Silver Wolf decided to head to a nearby restaurant and gather some clues from the company employees.
[She began to run, through the neon, past the cold glow of neon lamps, just as she had left her homeland and run toward the stars that night.]
[Starlight stretched out her shadow, illuminating Punklor's history. The people who wrote legends, their vows were remembered by the starry sky—]
[At first, they said games were for growth.]
[The calm ones said games were for victory.]
[The rebellious ones said games were for encounters.]
[The loving ones said games were for remembrance.]
[And now, the young one said—]
Silver Wolf: [Games are just for games. Nothing more!]
The story came to an end with that incredibly romantic narration, and Silver Wolf's final line was the