Shining Reflections

Designer's Reflection: Workplace Elegance

Obtained: Vol. 3 prologue workshop

Rarity: SR

Attribute: Blue/Cool

Awakened Suit: Elegant Metropolis

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Falling Petals

Chapter 2 - Encounter

Chapter 3 - Star Admin

Story - summarized

Lolory is having trouble finding work as a model. Even though she won the Starheaven Swan pageant, lots of other winners from other cities have made their way to Ninir Royal City, too, looking for model work.

As she starts to worry, she remembers the Guild director she met on the train ride to the capital. The old lady had an air of elegance around her, even as she worked on daily tasks. She was taken by Lolory's charm and drive, so she offered a spot at the Guild.

Lolory calls her and agrees to try it for a while. She modernizes the admin's uniform and adds some elegant flair of her own, to which the director is impressed. Soon, Lolory is designing clothes, planning events, and even working as a model on the side.

Even in a "normal" workplace, she finds a way for elegance to shine through.

Connections

-Lolory can commiserate with Vivian over not getting their star job at first. Back in Wasteland Impression, Vivian wanted to be a star reporter but was stuck writing articles instead. She finally traveled to Wasteland to join Jiang Beixi on the Miraland Geographic project, where the job wasn't glamorous but was still rewarding.

-Lolory has always marched to the beat of her own drum, including her goth phase in high school (Midnight Elegance) and when she entered a beauty pageant even though her friends didn't like the idea (Daisy's Diary).

-While Ninir values beauty above all else, not every pageant winner gets to become queen. Lilith managed to win everyone's hearts in Voice of Desire by catering to each person's wants and manipulating them to see her as their saving grace.

-The Index shows Lolory's passion for the Guild, as it lets her protect the beauty of Miraland. The Guild isn't the only organization protecting the continent, as Loen reveals in Banquet Undercurrent that he received offers from several organizations seeking his help in protecting Miraland, including the Guild and the Justiciars. Eventually, he chose Savior.

Fun Facts

-Even though Lolory is the Ambassador of Elegance, she has suits in all Attributes except Sexy.

-This suit is very closely similar to Lolory's Guild character art. The main difference is that the artwork gives her a red scarf, whereas the crafted suit has a blue one.

Narrated by Qin Yi.

??: How does it feel to have come so far, only to be trapped in the grip of another?

Narrator: At some point, a glowing blue butterfly alights on my shoulder.

??: Why not kill him? Kill those who want to control you... You don't have to wait for long. You can set yourself free immediately.

Narrator: As I raise my head, the Elder, who should have left in triumph, reappears before me.

Narrator: He stands with his back turned, completely unguarded against a possible sneak attack from behind.

??: Now that you're the rightful head of a good sect, are you still afraid of the Five Poisons Sect and the Butterfly Soul Poison?

Narrator: A soft and low voice suddenly rings out, as if it's a murmured dream or someone whispering into my ear from over my shoulder.

Narrator: I watch as the Elder's movements slow down, my hand hovering over my sword's hilt. The cold blade waits to be unsheathed.

??: Yes... Kill him, and then no one will be able to control you.

Narrator: A sense of urgency grips the voice as a pale, jade-like hand extends out of nowhere.

Narrator: My fingers intertwine with the cold fingers of this mysterious hand, and the sword at my waist quivers with anticipation as it's slowly drawn out of its sheath.

??: Let me help you...

Narrator: The hushed voice grows stronger as I hesitate, and I feel a weight on my back as if someone is embracing me from behind.

Narrator: The sword slowly slides out of its sheath. In front of me, the Elder stands defenseless and vulnerable.

??: That's right... Go, kill him...

Narrator: The harsh arc of light reflected from the blade of the sword catches the moonlight.

Narrator: But the sword is not aimed at the Elder in front of me. Instead, it's pointed behind me.

Qin Yi: You finally make a move.

Narrator: The figure deftly dodges the sword, leaving a soft sigh.

Narrator: I turn around and see another me.

"Qin Yi": Why didn't you kill him?

Qin Yi: The past cannot be changed, and if I do kill him now, I may never wake up again.

"Qin Yi": Your desire for revenge is real. I'm here to help you make up for your regrets. But you want to kill me?

Qin Yi: Stop lecturing me. You're nothing but my heart demon.

Narrator: My heart demon, with a face identical to mine, nods softly in agreement.

Heart Demon: Since you know who I am, why don't you stay?

Heart Demon: I'll create a flawless mirage for you, free from the torment of poisons and the constant fear of exposure...

Narrator: The carefully disguised smile of the heart demon freezes on his face as the silvery sword light penetrates his chest.

Narrator: No blood is shed, only tiny cracks stretch from the wound. His form scatters in all directions, turning into countless glowing blue butterflies.

Qin Yi: (cough)

Narrator: I cough out a mouthful of blood and open my eyes, breaking free from the mirage. Smoke from the Mind Blend Incense I lit before meditating wafts around me.

Narrator: But looking at the incense stick, I realize that not even a single one had burned out as I had a reflection of the past decades.

Qin Yi: The Butterfly Soul Poison's backlash is worsening...

Choose "Was everything just now a mirage?"

You: Was everything I just experienced nothing but a mirage?

Narrator: Realizing the Butterfly Soul Poison's backlash, I come to the understanding that the whole experience was a mirage crafted by my heart demon.

Narrator: It exploited my memories and manipulated me into a false reality, taking advantage of my weakened state.

You: Fortunately, it didn't get to you this time.

Narrator: These things can't get to me, no matter how many times they happen.

Narrator: The demons stir up emotions, relying on memories of pain, despair, and struggle. But those events are in the past now.

Narrator: Now, I don't answer to anyone, and nothing can hold me back from doing what I want to do.

You: What are you... going to do?

Narrator: Don't worry. It's going to start soon.

Narrator: It's been three years now since I've taken over as the Leader of the Tianxuan Sect, and the next Martial Arts Tournament is just around the corner.

Narrator: This tournament is crucial not only to the revenge of the Five Poisons Sect but also to me personally...

Narrator: You'll come, too, right?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Narrated by Qin Yi.

Narrator: Tianxuan Sect, Black Mount.

Narrator: Rolling misty clouds drift through the mountains as sunlight casts a golden halo upon them.

Young Man: Seeing the golden light on the clouds is a rare and amazing sight in Tianxuan. Looks like today is going to be a really good day.

Narrator: I turn around and greet the young man who has just come up behind me.

Young Man: Very nice, Senior! In this Sect Leader's costume, you do have a powerful and commanding presence.

Qin Yi: Master Shen, you're older than me, so you don't have to address me as "Senior."

Young Man: You're the Sect Leader's personal disciple, so I've got to call you Senior, and from today on, I'll address you with respect as the Acting Sect Leader.

Young Man: Come on! The succession ceremony is about to begin.

Narrator: It has only been a few years since I joined the Tianxuan Sect.

Narrator: Thanks to the Butterfly Soul Poison, my cultivation speed surpasses that of ordinary disciples.

Narrator: Despite the old Sect Leader's wish to bestow upon me his title, I lack seniority, thus assuming the role of Acting Sect Leader instead.

Narrator: Ascending the altar, I'm greeted by a tidal wave of congratulations from those off the altar.

Narrator: Sporting a smile, the old Sect Leader holds out the Tianxuan Sect's token, waiting for me to receive it.

Old Sect Leader: This sword, belonging to the Tianxuan Sect, will be passed down to you today.

Qin Yi: I will do my utmost to live up to your trust, Master.

Old Sect Leader: On this day, as an auspicious golden light shines down, there is a unanimous desire for you to assume this position. This is a fortunate occurrence.

Narrator: Respectfully, I accept the sword, and as I look down at it, admiration and awe emanate from the disciples off the altar.

Narrator: An orphan from a distinguished clan with exceptional talent, a Senior of high moral character, and a composed and dependable Acting Sect Leader... I see myself as they do, or rather, as they wish to perceive me.

Qin Yi: From today onwards, I, Qin Yi, assume the position of Leader of the Tianxuan Sect.

Qin Yi: I take this token as a pledge and this sword as a testament to my commitment.

Narrator: Suddenly, I'm entranced for a moment and catch sight of several men dressed in Five Poisons Sect garb darting through the crowd.

Narrator: The clamor of the crowd recedes, replaced by the lilting sound of a flute.

You: What's going on?

Narrator: I recognize it as the tune of the Five Poisons Sect's Poison Flute.

Narrator: Familiar pain courses through my limbs and the butterfly-shaped mark in the corners of my eyes burn faintly.

Narrator: Noticing my stumble, the old Sect Leader regards me with concern. I bow to him slightly from an arm's length away.

Narrator: To an onlooker, this only appears to be a disciple's greeting to a retiring old master.

Qin Yi: Tianxuan is entrusted with the responsibility of killing evil and upholding peace with this sword. We shall pursue this noble cause and never falter on our vows.

Narrator: The old Sect Leader smiles faintly, casting a grateful glance toward the jubilant crowd off the altar.

Narrator: Suppressing the bitter taste in my throat, I follow him up with my sword, and the muffled sound of the flute soon fades away.

Narrator: Glancing back at the crowd, I see no sign of the Five Poisons Sect members.

Choose either "Why did the poison strike?" or "So the Five Poisons Sect is behind this?"

If "strike," ...

You: Why does the poison strike now?

Narrator: No worries. The Five Poisons Sect did it deliberately. They had previously asked me to kill the old master and take his place, but I refused. They came to warn me.

If "behind," ...

You: So, the Five Poisons Sect is behind this?

Narrator: They had previously asked me to kill the old master and take his place, but I refused. Now, by triggering the poison at this time, they were sending me a warning.

--

Narrator: By the time I return to Sky Peak after the ceremony, night has already fallen.

Narrator: Once I survey the rustling bamboo and the stone below, I come to a halt and dismiss the disciples who are with me.

Narrator: I enter the room and find the Elder of the Five Poisons Sect seated in the place of honor. Beside him, a girl looks bored and idly twirls a jade flute.

Narrator: She's Aloe, the Witch of the Five Poisons Sect. In her hand, she holds the Soulsummon Flute, another holy relic of the sect.

Narrator: The Butterfly Soul Poison manipulates hearts, while the Soulsummon Flute controls all poisons.

Elder: Does a butterfly, once freed from its cage, believe its fragile wings can carry it over ten thousand treacherous peaks?

Qin Yi: I don't think so, Elder.

Narrator: With utmost respect, I bend down, my long sleeves of the pure white Leader's garment trailing onto the ground, gathering dust along the way.

Elder: Why is the old man still alive?

Qin Yi: Revering my Master, I hesitate to make sudden moves that might startle the Tianxuan Sect, and that in turn would hinder Chief's plans again.

Elder: The old man trusts you, Qin Yi. But tell me, are you hesitant to harm him because you've grown attached to him?

Narrator: I raise my head, granting the Elder a respectful glance, my eyes briefly skimming over the flute. With a deep bow, I lower my head once again.

Qin Yi: With the old master's retreat into seclusion, my role as the Acting Leader places me in a position no different from the actual Leader.

Qin Yi: If Chief's still worried, here's an idea. The old master won't make a breakthrough and meet a violent end six months from now.

Elder: You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?

Narrator: The Elder notices my fear of the flute and flashes a disdainful smile, gesturing for me to stand up.

Elder: Today's punishment is but a minor affliction. Remember, the outbreak of your poison is far more severe.

Qin Yi: Yes.

Elder: Did you really spare the old master's life out of loyalty to the Five Poisons Sect?

Qin Yi: I hold power now, but the old master's prestige still towers over mine. As long as he's alive, the Five Poisons Sect will continue to tremble with fear.

Qin Yi: To kill him would be to invite my own downfall.

Narrator: The Elder seems content with my compliance and pats my shoulder, once again assuming a kind expression.

Elder: As you're well-behaved, I won't hold this against you. Chief has bestowed a great responsibility upon you, and as long as you remain obedient, you may carry on...

Narrator: Aloe snorts and bursts into laughter, prompting a fierce glare from the assuming Elder.

Narrator: The girl shrugs her shoulders, still toying with the tassels on her jade flute.

Aloe: We've been out for ages, and my stomach's rumbling. When can we eat?

Elder: All you care about is food, drink, and having fun, with little consideration for the common good!

Aloe: I'm starving, okay?

Elder: You!

Narrator: As Aloe interrupts, the Elder has no choice but to stand up. He looks annoyed.

You: Why did she interrupt the Elder?

Narrator: That's so typical of her.

You: Do you know her well?

Narrator: The Witch of the Five Poisons Sect holds a high rank and occasionally pays impromptu visits to the Tianxuan Sect, conveying messages on behalf of the Chief.

Elder: Remember, Qin Yi, even as you rise in power in the Tianxuan Sect, you are still influenced by the Butterfly Soul Poison and can't escape the grip of the parasites.

Qin Yi: Yes.

You: So, the Butterfly Soul Poison packs a real punch, doesn't it?

Narrator: While the Butterfly Soul Poison can enhance the host's cultivation, forcibly expanding the meridians contradicts natural law and could easily backfire.

Narrator: I'm afraid that if I continue to rely on the Butterfly Soul Poison, my meridians will eventually shatter and kill me.

You: This is dreadful! How is it possible that the Elder failed to mention this at all?

Narrator: To them, I'm nothing more than a pawn, and as long as I help them take revenge, my life holds no value to them.

Narrator: I lower my head and escort the Elder out the door.

Narrator: A faint cloud has shrouded the moon outside the window, casting the unlit room into darkness and gloom.

Qin Yi: It's dirty here.

Narrator: I stand tall and cast a spell, causing a breeze to lift within the room.

Narrator: The wind sweeps away the dust brought in by the guests on the ground but leaves a dull gray stain on my dusty sleeve.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Narrated by Qin Yi, as Jade.

~Content Warning: torture, death~

Narrator: Out of nowhere, a splash of cold water hits my face, jolting me awake.

Jade: Ouch...

Narrator: No response comes, and I curl up tightly, breathing heavily, my nails digging deep into my flesh.

Narrator: A faint tingling sensation crawls over my skin. It's the poisonous parasite.

Narrator: The cold sweat is clinging to my ears, neck, and chest. My clothes are soaked, and the touch of the parasite's body is unmistakable.

Narrator: The potent parasite poison and medicinal poison tug and twist inside me, as though a rusty knife carves at my heart.

Choose either "Where am I?" or "Are you okay?"

If "me," ...

You: Where are you, and how did you end up in this terrible place?

Narrator: This is the Refining Chamber of the Five Poisons Sect. After Mother died, a few people who claimed to be her kin took me here.

Narrator: Mother belonged to this sect but later rebelled. As her child, I've become a tester for the sect, fed potent corrosive agents to refine poisons.

If "you," ...

You: What's wrong? Who is torturing you?

Narrator: The Five Poisons Sect uses living individuals to make poisons, and I'm their poison tester.

Narrator: A poison tester is administered a potent poison and dumped into the Refining Chamber.

Narrator: Failure results in becoming sustenance for parasites, while success restarts the cycle until the parasites are fully refined.

You: That's cruel!

Narrator: Mother rebelled against the Five Poisons Sect. As her child, I have little hope for kind treatment or mercy.

--

Narrator: I'm not the only poison tester in the Refining Chamber, but in the silence of the stone room, all I can hear is my own labored breathing.

Narrator: This time, the poison attack is stronger than ever before, and I fear the others in the chamber may have succumbed to its deadly power.

Narrator: A fresh wave of pain sweeps over me. I grunt, struggling to clear my foggy mind.

Narrator: The witch I saw at the sanctuary mentioned that the Five Poisons Sect is concocting a new special poison this time.

Narrator: If I can hold out until dawn, perhaps I'll have a chance to...

Poison Tester: (cough) Is anyone there...

Narrator: In the dimly-lit room, a feeble voice breaks the silence, revealing the presence of another survivor.

Jade: ...Yes.

Poison Tester: Great, I thought I was going to be left... alone again.

Narrator: That man appears to be as lifeless as dead wood, and I fear that I'm no different.

Poison Tester: How old are you, kiddo?

Jade: ...Twelve.

Poison Tester: Ha, I'm thirteen, one year older than you... (cough)

Narrator: He attempts to laugh, but only manages to cough out disgusting air sounds. Despite being in pain, he finds comfort in having company and continues to laugh.

Poison Tester: Other samples... and my sister... are all dead...

Poison Tester: Dead, all dead... only me now... Only I (cough) I survived.

Narrator: He's grieving and lamenting to himself. My focus, however, is on when daylight will arrive, rather than on his life story.

Narrator: No, daylight will never come as long as both of you are alive.

Narrator: I close my eyes in the darkness.

Jade: My parents died, too, in the same coffin.

Poison Tester: Oh my, I'm sorry. But at least, we...

Narrator: I swallow a mouthful of bitter blood and let out a soft, pained laugh, not allowing him to finish.

Jade: If I had known this was going to happen, I would have died with them, too.

Narrator: I hear my own voice, sad and distant, as though it belongs to someone else.

Jade: It hurts so much. Am I... going to die, too?

Poison Tester: No, we will... we will survive...

Narrator: His feigned firmness is fragile. I can tell that he's not convincing himself, let alone me.

Jade: Survive? Like this? Taking one poison after another, enduring endless suffering every night...

Jade: I envy those who have passed away already. They're so lucky to no longer be at the mercy of those people and free from suffering...

Narrator: As I finish my sentence, my voice fades into a whisper, but I know he hears me.

Narrator: He stays silent for what seems like an eternity, but then suddenly gasps violently. He struggles and lets out a low, incomprehensible whimper.

Poison Tester: Dad, Mom... Sis...

Narrator: I curl up and ignore his weak, last murmurs. His breaths grow increasingly shallow and strained until they're no more than a faint rasp of air escaping his lips.

Narrator: After a while, I hear rustling clothing and the buzzing and vibration of wings, followed by the sickening thud of a blunt object being driven into his body.

Narrator: The last remaining breath that doesn't belong to me in the Refining Chamber slowly dissipates.

Narrator: I'm jolted awake by a deafening crash as the heavy chains fall and the door to the stone chamber is thrown open with great force from the outside.

Narrator: Blinding sunlight streams into the chamber, jolting me out of my daze... Is it morning already?

Guard: Elder, they're all dead.

Elder: Another failure? Useless losers!

Narrator: Someone zooms by me, totally occupied with hauling the bodies. I quickly wiggle my fingers and snag the corner of the blood-soaked robe.

Guard: ...Ah! This one is still alive!

Elder: Go tell Chief that we've nailed down the Butterfly Soul Poison for real this time!

Narrator: More people pour in, and the dark chamber echoes with countless noisy conversations.

Worshiper: Where is Chief? Go tell him!

Worshiper: Great, we're finally getting our revenge!

Jade: It's so noisy...

Narrator: I lie quietly on the floor and cast my gaze towards the cavernous stone door. The clear blue sky is as bright as glass, etched in my mind's eye.

Jade: Finally... it's daylight...

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Narrated by Qin Yi, as Jade.

~Content Warning: blood, ghosts~

Narrator: I'm not being sent back to the quarter with the poison testers. Instead, someone throws me a new set of clothes and urges me to change into them.

Narrator: By the dim light, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Narrator: My excessively pale face makes me look like a corpse, and only then do I notice a mark in the corner of my eye.

Narrator: It's in the shape of a butterfly, dark and unsettling.

Narrator: I'm led to the sanctuary, where the old Chief sits at the corner.

Elder: Chief, the Butterfly Soul Poison has found a host!

Narrator: Chief looks at me from above, his cold gaze fixing on the corners of my eyes.

Chief: That's the Butterfly Soul Poison, no doubt. You did great! Finally, Five Poisons Sect can avenge our century-old blood feud with those so-called righteous folks!

Choose either "Butterfly Soul Poison?" or "Revenge?"

If "poison," ...

You: What is the Butterfly Soul Poison?

Narrator: The Butterfly Soul Poison is one of the Five Poisons Sect's two holy relics.

Narrator: Mastery of this poison enables one to manipulate minds using spiritual butterflies and grants unique cultivation talents beyond those of normal people.

Narrator: But it's insanely poisonous, so the Five Poisons Sect has been on the hunt for a perfect host for it.

If "revenge," ...

You: Why does the Five Poisons Sect want to get back at the righteous?

Narrator: Years ago, the major sects laid siege to the Five Poisons Sect, which has been waiting for a chance to get revenge.

Narrator: The key ingredient in their plan is the Butterfly Soul Poison, which uses spirit butterflies to control minds.

Narrator: The Five Poisons Sect is in search of a host that can handle the deadly effects of this poison and be a perfect vessel for it.

--

Chief: From this moment on, your name will be Qin Yi, and you're the only son of the Qin family.

Chief: Your parents, who were disciples of the Tianxuan Sect, had an accident on the road and passed away.

Chief: However, before they died, they arranged for someone to bring you back to Tianxuan.

Jade: Yes, my name is... Qin Yi.

Elder: Congrats, Chief! The century-long disgrace that our Five Poisons Sect has endured will be avenged with blood!

Everyone: Blood for blood! Blood for blood!

Narrator: The sect members' shouts echo noisily in the sanctuary, and I stand there silently, head hung low.

Narrator: Chief walks through the frenzied crowd, tracing his old, thin fingers over the poison mark at the corners of my eyes. I clench and unclench my hand under my robe as I lift my face without flinching.

Chief: Behold, the holy poison is born. It's going to take some time for you to master it. So, from now on, I'm going to be personally training you.

Narrator: I leave the sanctuary late at night, walking alone with a lamp.

Narrator: Within the span of a single day, I've acquired a new name, identity, and a place to call my own.

Narrator: The freezing night breeze sends chills down my fingertips as I lift my head and realize that I have ended up at the entrance of the Refining Chamber once again.

Narrator: It seems like it will take me a while to get used to it.

Narrator: I look towards the closed stone room at the end of the road and think of another man, who had also survived the Butterfly Soul Poison.

Narrator: Unfortunately, he killed himself before dawn, and no one will ever know that I'm not the only one who can possess the poison.

Narrator: As I look towards the heavy stone door, a glowing blue suddenly appears at the edge of my vision.

Narrator: Out of nowhere, a butterfly emerges and leisurely lands on the tightly twisted chains of the chamber door.

Narrator: With a resounding clatter, the iron lock gives way, and the tightly wound chain slithers to the ground, opening a pitch-black void in the entrance to the chamber.

Narrator: Out of the doorway blows a damp, smelly wind, and from the darkness, a hand stained with blood reaches out and clutches my ankle.

Poison Tester: Jade, why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me to die?

Poison Tester: You knew about the holy poison all along, didn't you... You did it on purpose!

Qin Yi: Get off me!

Narrator: I try to kick the hand away, but my body refuses to move, as if I'm trapped.

Poison Tester: Why? Why did you want me to die?! Why did you get to live?!

Poison Tester: You should die, too! Yes, you should!

Narrator: More bloodstained arms reach out from behind the door and cling to my body, trying to drag me back into the cold stone room.

Qin Yi: No matter what I said, it's you who made the choice.

Narrator: I release the lantern from my grip, and its weak flame drips like molten grease, igniting a conflagration that engulfs the entire chamber.

Narrator: As the pale hands retreat into the door, the crimson flames engulf the bodies in the chamber. The raging inferno devours the parasites and blood there.

Narrator: Amidst the flickering firelight, I glimpse a blood-soaked figure in the corner of the chamber. It's me, huddled and gasping in despair.

Narrator: No, that's not me, but Jade, and the flames soon consume him, too.

Qin Yi: Those easily swayed by words only perpetuate their own torment.

Qin Yi: My will to survive remains unbroken, even if I can only draw my last breath.

Narrator: As I turn away, the world around me crumbles and falls into a fiery abyss.

Choose "Is this your heart demon, too?"

You: Is this your heart demon, too?

Narrator: What is it?

You: That poison tester... Did you let him die on purpose?

Narrator: To foster parasites, a hundred must be sacrificed to save one. It's a fight to the bitter end, with killing as the only option.

Narrator: The Five Poisons Sect is known for its expertise in breeding parasites. Even if only two samples survive, they use all means necessary to determine the ultimate survivor.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Narrated by Qin Yi, as Jade.

~Content Warning: blood~

Narrator: Before me, a man and a woman are arguing.

Father: Quit it! I'm not leaving Tianxuan!

Narrator: The man has lost his senses and overturns the tea table. The crunching sound of the porcelain hitting the floor explodes in the room.

Jade: Ah...

Narrator: The small fragments cut into my calf, leaving a bleeding wound, and I have to press myself harder against the wall.

Mom: The clan is already on our trail, and you're drawing too much attention...

Father: I'm drawing too much attention?! The head of the clan has put a lot of trust in me, so I suggest you mind your own business!

Narrator: Bang!

Narrator: Father slams the door heavily, leaving Mother sitting at the table with her expression hidden in the shadows cast by the dim candlelight.

Narrator: After a long while, she rises and retrieves a small cup from a locked box at the foot of the bed, caressing it in silence.

Narrator: Her face reverts to the one I know so well, her stunning features always tinted with sadness and melancholy.

Jade: Mom...

Narrator: I call to her in a whisper, and she seems to awaken from her reverie, hastily catching the hairpin that nearly falls as she extends her hand to me.

Mom: Jade, come.

Narrator: Mother holds me in her lap and unveils the lid of the small cup in front of me.

Mom: Jade, look, this is Togetherness Poison. It's said to be of one heart and one mind until death do them part.

Narrator: Inside the cup are two small parasites, red as blood, wriggling and contorting in a rather unsettling manner.

Narrator: My leg wound throbs, and the blood trickling down the back of my foot tingles slightly.

Narrator: Mother's hug is so tight that she doesn't notice I'm injured until later.

Narrator: The day I hear the name Togetherness Poison again is the day Father's coffin is brought in.

Narrator: The usually quiet small yard is filled with people. I'm surprised to learn that Father had so many friends.

Friend: He had always been in good health, but somehow he had a sudden attack on the road, and we thought...

Mom: You all get out.

Narrator: Mother suddenly speaks up, interrupting the man's ramblings, her voice calm and steady.

Narrator: One by one, people go out. Only a solitary coffin is left in the house.

Narrator: I reach for Mother's hand, but only manage to grasp a corner of her pale sleeve.

Narrator: The coarse fabric slips through my fingers as she steps forward and pushes open the coffin.

Jade: What are you doing, Mom?

Narrator: I don't hear her answer, but I hear a harsh wind, intermittent, whimpering and hovering.

Narrator: It turns out to be Mother laughing. Her head hangs low and her eerie, miserable laughter reaches my ears like a mournful night wind.

Mom: Hahahahaha, of one heart and one mind until death do them part... The Togetherness Poison ensures that if one betrays the other, both will perish.

Mom: I knew this day would come... This is good. At least we die together!

Narrator: Mother's gaze meets mine, and I find myself retreating two steps, unable to hold her stare.

Jade: Mom, what's wrong with you...

Mom: ...Jade, don't be afraid.

Narrator: Mother's face has twisted into an unrecognizable mask, fraught with poignant despair. She casts a fleeting glance over me, without stopping her gaze.

Narrator: I remain frozen in place, my eyes wide open, as I watch her lean over my father's coffin.

Jade: Mom!

Narrator: I shout and lunge forward, but it's already too late. In the pitch-black casket, Mother enfolds Father, both still and quiet.

Narrator: Mother's slender arms are wrapped tightly around Father's neck. Her arms bear a trail of dripping blood, and so does Father's neck.

Narrator: What's going on? What's wrong?

Narrator: In the commotion, many people rush in, some screaming in terror, others keeping me away from the coffin.

Narrator: I struggle to catch even a glimpse of Mother, but the crowd pushes me back until I'm squeezed into a corner.

Narrator: As I stand there in a stupor, a blue butterfly comes out of nowhere and settles onto Father's coffin.

Narrator: The shifting figures around me gradually fade into obscurity, leaving only the butterfly's tiny body to loom immeasurably large before my eyes.

??: How pathetic.

Jade: Who's talking?!

??: What's the point of life when no one cares about you?

??: You're left high and dry, all alone, with nobody to rely on.

Narrator: The butterfly beats its wings slowly, and the black cavernous eyes on its glowing blue feathers reflect my myriad of confusions.

??: If no one in this world loves you anymore, why not follow your parents?

Narrator: In the dim, murky light, I catch a glimpse of Mother leaning over the coffin, her hand outstretched towards me.

Mom: Jade, come to me.

Mom: Come with me. Let's go see your Dad.

Narrator: She says as she smiles at me gently. It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like that, so I take a few steps towards her.

??: Come on. Go ahead.

Narrator: I take her hand, wincing at the cold temperature, but at the same time feeling the strength coming from her grip grow stronger.

Mom: Where are you going?

Narrator: Suddenly, Mother's voice rises. I look down and notice a stinging red mark, in the color of blood, coiled around her thin wrist beneath her sleeve.

Narrator: Then I remember... she's dead.

Narrator: At some point, a thick black fog envelops the silent small yard. Behind Mother, the open coffin looks like a monster about to devour someone.

Narrator: Chills run down my spine, and I instinctively pull my hand away, take a few steps back, and then turn and run outside.

Narrator: As I run away, the frail butterfly lightly raises its wings as if it's coming with me.

Narrator: I keep running without looking back until a bright light floods me from above, and the sound of something collapsing echoes behind me.

You: Is this really your memory? Why is it so strange...

Narrator: It's my heart demon.

Choose either "What is a heart demon?" or "Why do you have a heart demon in the first place?"

If "what," ...

You: What is a heart demon?

Narrator: It's my weakness, pulling me back into the pain and struggle of the past. Without a strong heart, the demon will take advantage of the situation and manipulate my mind.

If "why," ...

You: Why do you have a heart demon in the first place?

Narrator: Everybody has it. It emerges from our memories, from our pain and struggle. When our hearts tremble, it awakens and preys upon our minds, manipulating them to its will.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

We all know Qin Yi's life from childhood to adult, but Cloud-Water Visitor is a retelling (from none other than Yueniang) set in a Wuxia-style world. Let's go see the play!

Awakened Suit: Elegant Metropolis

Designer's Reflection: Workplace Elegance

Awakened Suit: Elegant Metropolis

Rarity: SR

Attribute: Blue/Cool

Set: Ninir Adventure (Ninir)

Archive: Sonata of the Heart

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~Skills/Stats~

Call of Reflection: Night of Guild

Receives 20% Score of Styling Power. Increases Modeling Skill Bonus by 35.7% for 10 seconds.

"Guided by the Administrator, let inspiration's fireworks illuminate tonight's grandeur."

Skill Detail: Rule of Elegance (dress/top/bottom)

Modeling Skill - Stunning Aura additionally increases Score by 5% of your Styling Power.

"Graceful yet not flashy, modest but never negligent."

Skill Detail: Behind the Scenes (shoes)

Modeling Skill - Brisk Pace additionally increases Score by 5% of your Styling Power.

"Spotlight veterans can indeed be unsung heroes, masterminds in the shadows."

Narrated by Lolory.

Narrator: The weather was clear the day I left. Wearing a wool shawl, I picked up my luggage and stepped onto the train.

Narrator: Beside me sat a middle-aged woman. She was deeply absorbed in a book, elegantly penning down beautiful notes on its margins.

Narrator: She wore minimal makeup, leaving the delicate wrinkles near her eyes and the blemishes on her skin visible, looking to be in her fifties.

Narrator: However, her reading exuded elegance, eyes sparkling with calm grace. Her smooth silver hair was stylishly twisted into a neat bun, creating a distinct look.

Narrator: Her uniform was well-fitted but shows signs of age in its color and design. A modern twist to the cut and some accessories would really bring out her charm.

Narrator: I used to think people in uniforms were aloof and rigid, but there's something genuinely warm and inviting about this woman.

Lady: Hey there, young lady, would you like to take a look at this book as well?

Narrator: She smiled at me, and that was when I noticed I'd been daydreaming about redesigning clothes.

Narrator: A quick peek at her book revealed jargon like "banking," "financial markets," "e-currency accounts" ...words that were enough to give anyone a headache.

Lolory: Ah, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to interrupt your reading.

Narrator: I smiled sheepishly, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit, as I instinctively sat up straighter in my seat.

Narrator: As the dining cart rolled up, I politely handed over the meal tray to the woman in the window seat. Out of the blue, someone kicked my seat hard.

Lolory: ...!

Narrator: With the carriage already shaking, this sudden jolt almost made me lose grip on the tray, but I managed to hold it steady.

Narrator: The woman next to me hastily folded her book and took the tray, eyeing me with worry. I offered her a reassuring smile to show I'm okay.

Narrator: However, the earlier "mishap" wasn't done. I heard a child's triumphant giggle from behind, followed by another kick to my seat.

Narrator: I could tell it was the naughty boy in the seat behind me; his parents were fast asleep. He seemed to be kicking more fiercely seeing that I was not reacting.

Choose "Enough is enough."

You: Enough is enough.

Narrator: I needed to keep my grace at all times. Yet, maybe I could sneakily give him a little lesson.

Narrator: Leaving home, I took along my "shadowy past," not just gothic outfits but also an array of prank gadgets...

Narrator: Thus, on the boy's fifth kick to my seat, a "hairy, giant spider" crawls out from the side and lands on his foot.

Narrator: The boy's scream, exactly as expected, erupted, startling his parents awake, and by then, I've already stowed my prank tool away.

Boy: Dad! There's a mean witch! She's got a huge spider!

Narrator: The boy pointed straight at me, and unexpectedly, his parents started grilling me with no sense of reason or fairness.

Father of the Boy: Did you scare my child?! What have you got with you on this train? Show me inside your bag!

Lolory: No... my bags all cleared security.

Narrator: I was itching to speak up, but I was also concerned that someone might find out about the spider prank I pulled, kicking myself for not staying calm.

Lady: This young lady tolerates your kid's loud behavior. Remember, there's train etiquette. Kids may not understand, but adults should teach them.

Lady: They've got order keepers on board here. Maybe getting them to step in would sort things out better.

Narrator: The woman beside me rose, spoke calmly but cautiously, and glanced at the approaching train attendant.

Conductor: A few passengers have let us know there's some commotion going on here.

Conductor: Kid, we need to stay quiet on the train, okay? And to the parents, let's lead by example and follow the rules of riding together.

Narrator: The boy's parents quieted down right away and even had their son say sorry to me.

Lolory: Thanks for having my back just then.

Lady: Seeing the girl next to me getting a raw deal, I just had to step in.

Lady: Sure, you can handle yourself, but sometimes, leaning on good old order and rules helps keep our world nice and cozy.

Narrator: The woman gave a playful wink. I caught on that she spotted me with my trickster gear and couldn't help but feel a tad sheepish.

Narrator: She was totally cool with it, giving me a smile as she handed over her business card. Turned out, she's the head honcho at the Guild Recruitment Committee.

Lady: So, girl, ever thought about being a Guild Admin?

Narrator: The Guild, huh? I knew the Guild spanned seven countries with top designers and stylists. I must register with them once I reach the Royal City.

Narrator: It's a bureaucratic hub, a launchpad for talent, sure, but it was not where my career dreams are at.

Narrator: Being a uniformed administrator doing daily repetitive tasks seemed dull. I dreamed of being a star model in the Royal City, living a dazzling, vibrant life.

Lolory: No offense, but that's not on my radar at the moment.

Director: No worries. Should you have a change of heart, just give me a shout.

Narrator: I slipped the business card into my wallet, smiling at the lady before diving into the flurry of interviews and photoshoots in the Royal City.

Chapter 1

Narrated by Lolory.

Narrator: Just found that card again. Perhaps I could do a stint at the Guild, part-time. It might just lighten the load of daily life a bit.

Choose "Thinking of testing the waters with a gig at the Guild?"

You: Thinking of testing the waters with a gig at the Guild?

Narrator: To be honest, I'm still on the fence.

Narrator: Taking a part-time Guild Admin job feels like admitting my modeling career isn't working out, which is a bit disheartening.

Narrator: How would my fellow models look at me if they caught me moonlighting?

Narrator: And, to be honest, I'm not thrilled about the thought of donning that old-fashioned uniform every day and slogging through all that finicky trivial work.

Director: At times, it's the reasonable structure and guidelines that help us keep our surroundings elegant and cozy.

Narrator: In moments of doubt, the comforting words and peaceful smile of Director Madam linger in my thoughts.

Narrator: She's likely been with the Guild for a long stretch, her elegance untouched by time. Far from being hampered by her uniform, it's as if she's grown more graceful.

Narrator: That's a brand of "elegance" that's out of reach for me, still just 18 and inexperienced, no matter how much I try to mimic it.

Narrator: Maybe, joining the Guild and working alongside the Director will offer me fresh insights into "elegance" and help me overcome the stagnation in my modeling career.

Narrator: Having decided, I now ponder over the perfect outfit for my encounter with the Director.

Narrator: Despite carefully crafting my style for photoshoots, the stylist my agent insists on always overwrites my efforts.

Narrator: But at the Guild, I bet there are no stylists to meddle with my look. So, I dig up the Guild admin's uniform and start reworking it, adding my personal touch.

Director: Welcome aboard, Lolory.

Lolory: Hi there. I'm not sure if I'm cut out for being an admin, but I'm willing to test the waters with a part-time gig.

Director: Sure thing. Want me to give you a quick rundown?

Narrator: The director's warm smile relaxes me as she guides me through the Guild's bright hall and begins explaining the admin system using her guide device.

Narrator: The director explains everything clearly and the user-friendly system impresses me, especially the efficient and secure electronic payment feature.

Director: It's a new setup from the Mercury Group, believed to be based on tech from Ruin Island. It's super effective for streamlining office tasks.

Director: Since its launch, the system proved perfect for the Guild, quickly leading to a partnership. It's streamlined the admin's job by eliminating unnecessary steps.

Lolory: Oh, it just hit me. That book you had on the train, it was on electronic banking, right?

Director: Ah, you have quite a memory. Technological revolution touches every corner of the world, influencing design and styling, as well as the shape and soul of beauty.

Narrator: I'm impressed by the work system's clear workflow and friendly interface, boasting a sleek and aesthetically pleasing design.

Narrator: Now, thanks to this system, administrators and visitors can easily complete tasks with a few taps on the screen, epitomizing effortless elegance.

Director: The Guild connects creative minds from seven kingdoms in a sprawling space of endless possibilities, full of hidden gems for discovery.

Director: Right from the start, I could tell you had great poise, patience, and determination, as well as a strong personality and bravery. You're a perfect fit for the job.

Director: Moreover, I'm sure you'll balance this part-time role with your dream job effortlessly, already infusing new energy into the position with your skills.

Lolory: Huh?

Director: Is the uniform you're wearing today your own design?

Lolory: It is. I tailored the original uniform for a closer fit to the body and added a scarf in a more vibrant color.

Director: It looks amazing. Could this be the new official uniform for the Guild administrators? We'll credit your name, naturally.

Narrator: Surprised and overwhelmed, I am speechless at the Director's recognition, a first since arriving in the Royal City.

Director: If you're worried about being credited by name, you can certainly say no.

Lolory: Not at all! Of course, it's okay! I would be thrilled!

Narrator: My smile then must have been larger than usual, marking the moment my worries about being a part-time Guild administrator vanished.

Narrator: Working at the Guild, I always add a unique touch to my attire, inspiring administrators to introduce a "Dress Freely Day."

Narrator: I've also created a range of styling themes for Designer's Party Night, turning the administrators from mere guides into active participants in the event.

Narrator: Naturally, some peers take and share photos of me working at the Guild online. Despite some fans' questions, it hasn't deterred me at all.

Narrator: As the face of the Guild, I'm always out there, front and center. Every appearance I make, I'm all about creating unforgettable, happy moments for our guests.

Guild Website Message: Is the newcomer running our Guide's site named Lolory? She's absolutely charming and cute!

Comments on Moments: Are they going to sell the Guild admin's uniform in the store? I'm totally tempted to get one!

Lolory's Fan: Meet Lolory, the creator of our chic new uniform and the celebrated Starheaven Swan model. Join our fan club to discover more!

Narrator: Just a month down the line, headlines like "The Most Stunning Guild Admin" and "The Chic-Model-Turned-Designer" are all over social media.

Narrator: I am swamped with offers for magazine covers and, surprisingly, even land my first-ever spot on a celebrity interview show.

Narrator: I think being a Guild Admin is just like being a model. They both bring smiles and beauty to everyone.

Narrator: Whether I'm overseeing the Guild or strutting the runway, I'm committed to giving it my all.

Narrator: Sipping my tea gracefully, I flash an effortlessly elegant smile at the camera.

Narrator: As a kid, I was sidelined for my lack of fashion sense. I never really liked the world around me, yet I was clueless about how to make it better.

Narrator: In my teen years, I went full rebel mode, turning into the "bad girl" stereotype.

Narrator: Rocking goth outfits and bold smokey eyes, I'd hop on a bike with my pals, ditching classes without a care, even as my grades turned into a sea of red flags.

Narrator: Seeing Ylena's grace inspired me to reinvent my rebellious self, leading to the change I desired.

Narrator: The shift in how others saw me was intoxicating. I loved being admired, so I stuck with the style that made me a sensation and began chasing my dream of stardom.

Narrator: I guess I'm a mix of changeable and stubborn. I started changing before I really got to know myself.

Narrator: It's not exactly flawless... but I don't regret it one bit.

Narrator: Taking the first step, though rare, leads to improvement and growth by allowing for mistakes and progress.

Narrator: I know there's a long road ahead. Sure, there'll be moments of doubt, but there'll also be plenty of unexpected joys.

Narrator: As experiences accumulate, I find answers, embracing change with calm determination and moving forward.

Chapter 1

Narrated by Lolory.

Narrator: By 6 in the morning, I'm all dolled up with perfect makeup, in my adorable skirt, my brown curls bouncy and bangs neat, sitting before my dressing table mirror.

Narrator: Back then, at 18 years old, having left Starheaven, I lived in a small apartment in Ninir Royal City, starting my modeling career.

Narrator: I may appear unchanged, but a closer look reveals my smile isn't genuine, reflecting the nervousness I feel inside.

Narrator: Here I am, anxiously awaiting a call about an interview result, practicing my smile in the mirror, telling myself to be in top shape when that phone rings.

Choose "Will they be video calling?"

You: Will they be video calling?

Narrator: No, I want to ensure that even if they just hear my voice, they can still pick up on my grace and poise. Moreover...

Narrator: This isn't my usual self. If the top score is 100, I need to push myself to 200 to feel truly confident.

Narrator: Then, the phone starts ringing.

Lolory: Good morning, Mr. Basha. Yes, it's Lolory here. I appreciate you making this call.

Lolory: ...Oh, is that so? No worries, I get it.

Narrator: In the mirror, I catch a glimpse of my frowning lips. Missing out on the magazine cover model spot for the third time, disappointment is inevitable.

Narrator: Yet, I'm not ready to throw in the towel.

Lolory: I'm going for the audition for next month's cover model as well. I'll be needing your assistance again, thank you.

Narrator: After uttering that final polite remark, it's like all my energy drains away, and I flop onto my bed unceremoniously.

Narrator: Three months ago, I left Starheaven by train for the Royal City, dreaming of a bright future, unaware of the upcoming challenges.

Choose "You're a Starheaven Swan, right?"

You: Even being a Starheaven Swan, why can't you shine in the contest?

Narrator: You know the tale of another "Starheaven Swan" quite well, but Queen Lilith, she's unique.

Narrator: It's not that every Starheaven Swan turns into a queen. Actually, most beauty pageant winners are like shooting stars... here one moment, gone the next.

Narrator: In Ninir, every town's pageant winner shines brightly with her crown, but they often become less noticeable in the Royal City.

Narrator: Ninir Royal City's top fashion magazine invites beauty pageant winners monthly, but only one graces its cover.

Narrator: The first month's race is fierce. Time is critical; staying out of sight means being forgotten. You may completely miss stardom as the next contest starts.

Narrator: No time for self-pity, with the month ending and rent due soon. I'm planning to contact my agent for a job to resolve this financial crunch.

Narrator: Mom called yesterday, urging me to return home due to job issues. I refused. Deep down, staying in Royal City feels right, though I can't explain why.

Choose either "I stand by your unwavering choice to remain in the Royal City" or "You know, heading back to town could be a good move."

If "remain," ...

You: I'm behind you all the way in sticking with the Royal City.

Narrator: Thanks. But honestly, I didn't really think it through when I made that decision.

If "move back," ...

You: You know, heading back to the town might not be such a bad idea after all.

Narrator: Absolutely. With the "Starheaven Swan" accolade, I could bask in a bit of fame and security.

--

Narrator: I usually brush off these minor issues, but the recent setback has made me suddenly aware of all the issues I've been ignoring.

Narrator: Why did I choose the rebel path? Why shift to an elegant image? Why did I leave home? Do I belong on this journey? Can I actually make it as a superstar?

Lolory: Deep breath... the first rule of elegance: keep your cool in every circumstance.

Narrator: I inhale deeply, soothing myself. Why worry about the unclear? I should focus on the here and now.

Narrator: Remembering my departure from home, a particular memory unexpectedly resurfaces.

Narrator: On my train ride to the Royal City, leaving home behind, I encountered a friendly woman who handed me her business card.

Chapter 2

Lolory may have won the Starheaven Swan pageant, but life in Ninir Royal City is tough: other pageant contestants want a modeling job, but there are only a few to go around. But Lolory won't give up, and in Workplace Elegance, she reaches out to the Guild for help.

Awakened Suit: Starlit Lullaby

Designer's Reflection: Sugary Lullaby

Obtained: Starry Night Sonata event

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Pink/Sweet

Awakened Suit: Starlit Lullaby

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Dream's Destination

Chapter 2 - A Longing Heart

Chapter 3 - Song of Memories

Chapter 4 - Pursuit of Love

Story - summarized

With the upcoming music festival, Lilith needs to find a suitable venue to shoot promotional material. However, one of her council has already chosen for her. She knows he's one of Mercury's agents, and she detests being under anyone's influence.

Lilith announces she will choose a new venue. She finally chooses Angel Prayer Hall, a home for abandoned, ugly children. Her plan is to surprise the children, using their shock and shame at being around such a beautiful person as promo material for her music festival.

The day comes when she heads to Angel Prayer Hall. She gets ready to stun the children... but she is stunned instead. The children are playing, singing, having fun. They all have scars or deformities, but they're happy. How can this be?

One of the little kids approaches Lilith, and she hands them a ball that had rolled her way. The little kid genuinely likes her, but they return to their game. Lilith is amazed. This love and cheer... it's different from the obsessive adoration she's used to.

She spends the day playing with the children and hearing them sing. Once they all go to bed, Lilith finds the dean and promises she will take care of all of her citizens. And that starts with hosting the Children's Music Festival at Angel Prayer Hall.

Connections

-Lilith does not like being anyone else's puppet. If she feels like someone is trying to control her or shove her into a specific role, like Nightbane tried in Telosma's Kiss, she rebels and finds her own way to do things.

-She also knew Mercury only saw her as a pawn when they first met in Heart Stealer. He told her as much when they danced at his parties: he would help her win the election and become queen, but he would be the one with all the power, not Lilith.

-Angel Prayer Hall is the same place that Ashley stayed at for a while during Vol. 2. The events in Nocturne Song show her fears of reconnecting with society while also bonding with the children there, and she comes to learn that their "defects" don't actually hold them back.

Fun Facts

-Lilith craves love, but she fears interpersonal connection. Whether it's Starsnow gifts (Starsnow Icing) or a day spent with little kids, she fears growing close and being vulnerable.

-Lilith's thoughts in the Index suggest that she views the children's joys as simple and ridiculous, but we clearly see her be effected by their generosity and sincerity.

Designer's Reflection: Sugary Lullaby

Awakened Suit: Starlit Lullaby

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Pink/Sweet

Set: Melody Fancies

Archive: Blinding Light

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~Skills/Stats~

Call of Reflection: Good Night Rhyme

Receives 20% Score of Styling Power. Increases Shining Moment Score by 100% and its Difficulty for 10 seconds.

"Sleep, my child. Sleep."

Skill Detail: Perfect Scripts (hairstyle)

Modeling Skill - Perfect Hairstyle additionally increases Score by 10% of your Styling Power.

"Who would be so cruel to refuse gorgeous Queen Lilith?"

Skill Detail: Melody of Dream (accessories)

Modeling Skill - Shiny Shiny additionally increases Score by 2% of your Styling Power.

"The melody lingers in my mind, strange yet familiar."

Skill Detail: Rose and its Thorn (dress/top/bottom)

Modeling Skill - Stunning Aura additionally increases Score by 10% of your Styling Power.

"Why do beautiful roses bloom in thorny bushes?"