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（Virgina）
Vichinais a character appearing inGuimian Technology's game "Soul Tide" and its derivative works.
Introduction
She has a gentle and pure personality, and her warm smile seems to have the power to heal people's hearts. As God's most devout follower, she firmly believes her mission is to protect the world and
Stats
Traits
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- Benevolent Heart
- Own healing effect
- Lunar Sorcery
- After dealing magic skill damage, has achance to apply 1 stack ofDark Erosion[2]to the target.
Skills
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Gazing Moon's Pure Light Rage: --
Attacks one enemy, dealing 1 instance of100%ATK magic damage
- Enhancement 1: Damage increased to ATK's110%
- Enhancement 2: Also increases 1 ally unit's ATK by+5%, lasting 2 turns
- Enhancement 3: Damage increased to ATK's120%
- Enhancement 4: Also increases 1 ally unit's ATK by+10%, lasting 2 turns
Goddess Under the Moon Rage: 20
Heals 1 ally unit, healing amount equal to own ATK's90%. Also dispels 1 debuff from the target.
- Enhancement 1: Rage cost-2
- Enhancement 2: Healing increased to ATK's97%
- Enhancement 3: Healing increased to ATK's104%
- Enhancement 4: Healing increased to ATK's110%, Rage cost-2
Radiant Moonshine Rage: 40
Summons moonlight to increase all ally units' ATK by+10%, lasting 2 turns
- Enhancement 1: Rage cost-4
- Enhancement 2: ATK increase raised to+12%
- Enhancement 3: Also increases target's physical damage by+15%, lasting 2 turns
- Enhancement 4: ATK increase raised to+15%; Rage cost-4
Lunar Phase Ascension Rage: 80
Heals 1 ally unit, healing amount equal to own ATK's180%. For every 5% HP the target has lost, this skill's healing effect +2%.
- Enhancement 1: Rage cost-8
- Enhancement 2: Healing increased to ATK's198%
- Enhancement 3: Also increases target's DEF by+20%, lasting 2 turns
- Enhancement 4: Healing increased to ATK's215%, Rage cost-8
Stat Bonus: ATK +9.5%
Soul Core Enhancement: Dispels all debuffs from the target. Each debuff dispelled reduces damage taken by the target by 2%, lasting 2 turns (max 10%), and grants the target a one-time fixed heal equal to 10% of their max HP.
- Soul Core Layer 2:
- Soul Core Layer 3:
- Soul Core Layer 4:
- Soul Core Layer 5:
Rage: --
- Enhancement 1:
- Enhancement 2:
- Enhancement 3:
- Enhancement 4:
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Star-Moon Remnant Shadow Rage: --
Attacks all front-row enemies, dealing 1 instance of60%ATK magic damage.
- Enhancement 1: Damage increased to ATK's65%
- Enhancement 2: For each enemy on the battlefield, this skill's damage+10%
- Enhancement 3: Damage increased to ATK's70%
- Enhancement 4: For each enemy on the battlefield, this skill's damage+20%
Moon's Lament Rage: 30
Attacks all enemies, dealing 1 instance of80%ATK magic damage. Also reduces target's damage by-10%, lasting 2 turns.
- Enhancement 1: Rage cost-4
- Enhancement 2: Damage increased to ATK's88%
- Enhancement 3: ATK reduction increased to15%
- Enhancement 4: Damage increased to ATK's95%, Rage cost-2
Lunar Eclipse Rage: 30
Attacks 1 enemy, dealing 1 instance of175%ATK magic damage. Also dispels 1 buff from the target.
- Enhancement 1: Rage cost-4
- Enhancement 2: Damage increased to ATK's187%
- Enhancement 3: Damage increased to ATK's199%
- Enhancement 4: Damage increased to ATK's210%, Rage cost-2
Nebula Tide Rage: 80
Attacks all enemies, dealing 1 instance of135%ATK magic damage. Also reduces target's DEF by 20%, lasting 2 turns.
- Enhancement 1: Rage cost-8
- Enhancement 2: Damage increased to ATK's135%
- Enhancement 3: After damage, for each stack ofDark Erosion[2]on the target, additionally reduces target's DEF by-3%, lasting 2 turns
- Enhancement 4: Damage increased to ATK's160%, Rage cost-8
Stat Bonus: ATK +10%
Soul Core Enhancement: After casting, alternately appliesDark Moon[3]andRadiant Star[4]effects to all enemies. Each monster adds 1 stack, stackable up to 2 layers, lasting 2 turns. After stacking is complete, if the Dark Moon and Radiant Star layers on the battlefield are unequal, they become unbalanced and are dispelled. When the bearer takes magic damage, for each pair of 1 Dark Moon and 1 Radiant Star stack, this attack deals additional magic damage equal to the attacker's5%ATK as bonus magic damage.
- Soul Core Layer 2:
- Soul Core Layer 3:
- Soul Core Layer 4:
- Soul Core Layer 5:
Rage: --
- Enhancement 1:
- Enhancement 2:
- Enhancement 3:
- Enhancement 4:
Oath
Who are you? Why do you make me feel so warm, so familiar?
It's a bit embarrassing to say, but whenever that happens, my heart feels so sweet.
Doll-Related
Favorite Gifts
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Fantasy Cake -
Silk Handkerchief -
Crystal Ball -
Tomahawk Steak -
Stargazy Pie -
Stewed Fish -
Goddess Statue -
Fortune Cookie -
Cream Bread -
Legends of the Gods -
Crescent Poetry Collection -
Seafood Soup -
Book of Luna -
Seafood Gratin -
Steamed Bun
Costumes
New Chapter & Whisper CGs
Doll Voice Lines
| Voice Actor | ||
| Voice Line | Dialogue | Audio |
| Before Oath | ||
| Spring Festival (Head Pat Voice) | In the new year, keep moving forward toward what your heart desires. | |
| Mission Failed | ||
| Greeting - Sunny Late Night - First Meeting | May the Divine watch over you. | |
| Food - Normal 3 | Are you interested in this kind of cooking? I'll teach you next time. | |
| Food - Special 2 | You shouldn't eat too much honey, or you might get cavities. | |
| Greeting - Rainy Evening - Guardian | On a day like this, perhaps even dreams won't come... | File:Soul Tide-Vichina-Greeting-Rainy Evening-Guardian.ogg |
| Valentine's Day (Head Pat Voice) | Can doing this deepen our bond? | |
| Food - Favorite 1 | Huh? How did you guess what I was thinking... It's not that I'm craving it—I was thinking about what to cook for you. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Evening - Intimacy | Good evening. The moonlight is so beautiful, isn't it? | |
| Idle Chat 4 | ...Ah, sorry, I accidentally fell asleep. | |
| Greeting - Rainy Morning - First Meeting | This weather is perfect for sleeping, but you can't slack off, okay? | |
| Greeting - Rainy Evening - First Meeting | The moon is gone... | |
| Greeting - 7 Days Absent | Disappearing just like that—even I would get angry, you know. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Morning - Intimacy | Good morning. What would you like for breakfast? | |
| Become Poster Girl | Alright, leave it to me. | |
| Refuse Date | I have a mission to fulfill. I cannot do such things. | |
| Idle Chat - Things I Like | Things I like? I'm still searching. | |
| Greeting - Rainy Late Night - First Meeting | The rain sounds so gentle, like a lullaby. | |
| Qixi Festival (Companionship Voice) | The Weaver Girl... I've heard of her. But I never expected there to be such a goddess—it was quite a surprise. | |
| Interaction - Normal Response 1 | I'm here. I am the doll you awakened. | |
| Idle Chat - Things I Dislike | A being like me cannot harbor feelings of "dislike" toward things. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Morning - First Meeting | Good morning. Let's do our best together today. | |
| Interaction - Good Response 2 | What a gentle touch. | |
| Interaction - Impatient Response 1 | Please stop. | |
| Idle Chat - Special | It is because there is light that shadows exist. It is because of the Divine that I exist. | |
| Idle Chat 2 | I recalled some things from before. | |
| Greeting - Weekend Rainy - First Meeting | Perhaps the Divine is resting in the rain... What do you think? | |
| Interaction - Head - Intimacy | Is my hair messy? How embarrassing... | |
| Greeting - Sunny Evening - First Meeting | Good evening. Are you afraid of the dark? | |
| Greeting - Weekend Sunny - Intimacy | Since it's a day off, you can sleep in a little longer. | |
| Idle Chat 1 | I hope there will be peace forever. | |
| Qixi Festival (Head Pat Voice) | Being able to touch each other like this is also a kind of fortune. | |
| Christmas (Head Pat Voice) | I hope my body warmth can keep you warm. | |
| Idle Chat - Views on the Crescent Continent | I was born to protect this world. | |
| Food - Favorite 2 | Flour is a gift from the Divine—affordable and filling. | |
| Unlock New Story | Seems like something happened again. | |
| Gift - Favorite | You're giving me something only the Divine deserves... Thank you! | |
| Doll Birthday (Companionship Voice) | I was quite rude back then. But I have no regrets. | |
| Interaction - Impatient Response 2 | This is blasphemy. | |
| Greeting - 3 Days Absent | Even if you're not before my eyes, I know where you are. | |
| Valentine's Day (Gift-Giving Voice) | Want something sweet? No can do—the Divine's trial isn't over yet. You mustn't let your guard down. | |
| Affection Increase | Getting along well—how wonderful. | |
| Interaction - Great Response 1 | This warmth makes me feel as though I've been reborn. | |
| Qixi Festival (Gift-Giving Voice) | As a return gift, shall I grant you one wish? | |
| Food - Normal 1 | A balanced diet is important—it's the first step to staying healthy. | |
| Interaction - Normal Response 2 | This body is a gift from the Divine. | |
| Food - Normal 2 | This dish seems to have room for improvement. | |
| Gift - Normal | Thank you for your thoughtfulness. | |
| Food - Disliked 2 | One should be grateful for every meal, but... | |
| Greeting - Rainy Morning - Guardian | Let me make some orange juice—that should perk you up. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Afternoon - Intimacy | Hello. It's about time for lunch. | |
| Greeting - Rainy Afternoon - First Meeting | The rain is still falling... I hope it clears up soon. | |
| Interaction - Good Response 1 | That tickles. | |
| Spring Festival (Gift-Giving Voice) | As a return gift, let me give you a red envelope. | |
| Spring Festival (Companionship Voice) | Happy New Year. I'll always be by your side from now on. | |
| Interaction - Body - First Meeting | By the Divine above, please stop this at once. | |
| Food - Special 1 | If you add fruit to the cream cake, the taste becomes even more refreshing. | |
| Greeting - Weekend Rainy - Intimacy | What a rare opportunity—let's enjoy this tranquility. | |
| Interaction - Disgusted Response | Do you wish to be struck down by divine punishment? | |
| Interaction - Hand - Companion | Please hold my hand when we go out. I'm worried you'll get lost. | |
| Greeting - Unhappy | I shouldn't be having these kinds of emotions... | |
| Interaction - Head - Guardian | My ribbon is coming loose like this... While we're at it, shall I change my hairstyle? Any suggestions? | |
| Go on Date | Shall we go rest? | |
| Interaction - Body - Guardian | My chest feels like it's about to burst... Is the clothing too tight, or is it... | |
| Interaction - Head - Companion | Is my hat about to fall off? Thank you. | |
| Interaction - Hand - Intimacy | Rather than holding hands, I'd prefer to use these hands to protect you. | |
| Interaction - Legs - Guardian | That sort of thing—you have to be a grown-up before you can do it. | |
| Interaction - Body - Intimacy | Is a button about to come off? How embarrassing... | |
| Greeting - Rainy Late Night - Guardian | I will become your moonlight. | |
| Interaction - Head - First Meeting | Hair is also a gift from the Divine. You must take good care of it. | |
| Greeting - Rainy Afternoon - Intimacy | You're soaked. Let me wipe you dry. | |
| Gift - Disliked | Something like this—even I would get angry, you know. | |
| Greeting - Weekend Sunny - First Meeting | It's a day off. Would you like to go to worship? | |
| Interaction - Hand - First Meeting | Eh? Is there something you need? | |
| Received Friend Message | It seems a friend is saying hello to you. | |
| Idle Chat 3 | The people of this world all worship Lady Shella. She must be a great deity indeed. | |
| Interaction - Special | I'm relieved to see you so energetic, but... I'd like some quiet time right now. | File:Soul Tide-Vichina-Interaction-Special.ogg |
| Doll Introduction Voice | I am Vichina. I have come to meet you under the guidance of the Divine. For the sake of this beautiful world, let's do our best together. |
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| Greeting - Sunny Afternoon - First Meeting | Hello. How are you feeling? | |
| Interaction - Hand - Guardian | Actually, I really want to return this warmth... No, staying as we are now—I'm already happy enough. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Late Night - Intimacy | Can't sleep? Shall I read you a picture book? | |
| Christmas (Companionship Voice) | Hmm, I'm a follower of that Divine. How could I celebrate another god's birthday? | |
| Idle Chat - My Past Self | Rather than the past, I'd prefer to look toward the future. | |
| Received Mail | Is it a message, or an order? | |
| Idle Chat - Feeling Down | ...I don't know why, but I'm feeling very down. | |
| Christmas (Gift-Giving Voice) | It's the Divine's birthday, yet you're giving me a gift... How peculiar. | |
| Idle Chat - Impression of Companions | Lady Shella is truly a powerful, beautiful, and great existence. She is a true goddess. | |
| Interaction - Great Response 2 | Please use this hand to remember my existence. | |
| Valentine's Day (Companionship Voice) | Valentine's Day...? Is it a day when the Divine bestows blessings upon lovers? | |
| Food - Disliked 1 | Hmm... I have to set a good example. I can't be a picky eater. | |
| After Oath | ||
| Oath Vow | To think I could become this close to you—at first, I never even imagined it... But your radiance, your kindness, your warmth... It would be impossible not to be drawn to you. It's a bit embarrassing, but from now on, please take care of me. |
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| Greeting - Sunny Morning - Oath | ...Your bedhead is rather cute, you know. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Afternoon - Oath | Want to take a nap? You can use my lap as a pillow. | |
| Greeting - Sunny Evening - Oath | I tried preparing a candlelight dinner... | |
| Greeting - Sunny Late Night - Oath | Shall we gaze at the moon together? | |
| Greeting - Weekend Sunny - Oath | This is embarrassing to say... but I'd like to go out for a walk with you. | |
| Interaction - Head - Oath | My consciousness—all of it exists because of you. | |
| Interaction - Hand - Oath | I believe that one day, we'll be able to hold hands, bathe in the moonlight, and share our hearts with each other. | |
| Interaction - Body - Oath | My heart, my feelings—I give them all to you. | |
| Interaction - Legs - Oath | Honestly, you do love your pranks... You've always been like this. | |
| Idle Chat 5 | I want to become stronger. Someday, strong enough to protect you, protect everyone, and protect this beautiful world. | |
| Summer Sweetheart | ||
| Summer Sweetheart - Interaction - Body 2 | This is my first time wearing this kind of outfit. I feel a bit embarrassed... | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Interaction-Body 2.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Greeting - Sunny Afternoon | You mustn't waste food! Have another piece of fruit! | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Greeting-Sunny Afternoon.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Interaction - Head | This feeling... It's like the first time I met you... Gentle... Peaceful... | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Interaction-Head.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Greeting - Sunny Evening | It feels just like something from a novel—two people sitting together by the sea... | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Greeting-Sunny Evening.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Interaction - Legs | Being able to sit beside you like this might also be a blessing from the Divine. | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Interaction-Legs.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Interaction - Body 1 | Does seeing the ocean really excite you that much? No... that's not the reason...? | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Interaction-Body 1.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Interaction - Hand 2 | Although lying on the beach is comfortable, it's easy to get sunburned. Let me cast a sunscreen spell on you. | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Interaction-Hand 2.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Interaction - Hand 1 | It's important to stay hydrated in summer. Here, I've prepared some fruit. | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Interaction-Hand 1.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Leisure | You need to wash your hands before eating... Or, or... let me feed you instead. Aah~ | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Leisure.ogg |
| Summer Sweetheart - Greeting - Sunny Morning | Are you awake? You can rest a bit longer. I'm right here beside you. | File:Soul Tide-Summer Sweetheart-Greeting-Sunny Morning.ogg |
| Midnight Rose | ||
| Midnight Rose - Greeting - Sunny Afternoon | The light shall guide my way, but why does it feel so blinding right now? | |
| Midnight Rose - Leisure | To illuminate the darkness, a ray of light ventured alone into the mire. This pure white light must never be tainted by the colors of evil... | |
| Midnight Rose - Interaction - Head | ...Thankfully you're here, keeping me from losing myself. | |
| Midnight Rose - Interaction - Body 2 | Something feels very wrong with my body. This unfamiliar sensation—how strange... What's happening to me? | |
| Midnight Rose - Greeting - Sunny Morning | It's already morning, yet I still feel completely drained. How can this be... | |
| Midnight Rose - Interaction - Body 1 | There's a restless desire within my body, constantly urging me... to claim you as mine immediately. | |
| Midnight Rose - Interaction - Legs | Ah, that feels so good. Can you do it again... No—what am I saying? I can't do this. | |
| Midnight Rose - Interaction - Hand 2 | Even if I fall into darkness, as long as your hand is here, I won't despair. | |
| Midnight Rose - Interaction - Hand 1 | As long as I can hold your hand, I won't be afraid no matter where I am. | |
| Midnight Rose - Greeting - Sunny Evening | Night has fallen. Even in darkness, I must never forget the mission bestowed by the Divine. I must never yield to desire. | |
| Moonlight's Embrace | ||
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 6 | This is not a dream. I'm right here. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 6.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 4 | This warmth is my guiding light. I'll always be by your side. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 4.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 3 | I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but these seem to have... grown a little more recently. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 3.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Greeting - Sunny Evening | The bath water is ready. Let's bathe together—I'll scrub your back. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Greeting-Sunny Evening.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 2 | I'll protect you with these hands, and embrace you with these hands. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 2.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 7 | Do you remember that day? Before Lady Shella's statue, you placed this ring on my finger. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 7.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 1 | Under Lady Shella's blessing and witness, we are finally united. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 1.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Greeting - Sunny Afternoon | You're not a child anymore. Shouldn't we... start playing some grown-up games? | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Greeting-Sunny Afternoon.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 8 | Besides lunch, I've prepared something else too. After all, I'm not just the cook now—I'm also your bride. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 8.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 5 | You like it a lot? Because it's warm and soft, right? | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 5.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Leisure | To you, am I a big sister, or a mother... Eh, neither is right? | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Leisure.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Greeting - Sunny Morning | I've made breakfast. Come eat... Hm? A good morning kiss first? | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Greeting-Sunny Morning.ogg |
| Moonlight's Embrace - Touch 9 | I am your bride. Everything about me belongs to you. | File:Soul Tide-Moonlight's Embrace-Touch 9.ogg |
Story
Memories
Vichina was the only daughter of the former king. Shortly after her birth, she was sent away to a convent due to power struggles over the throne. In the convent, heavily guarded by soldiers, she prayed day after day. She was kind, brave, and devout—prayer and serving God defined her entire childhood.
The small town bordered the sea, relying mainly on fishing and farming, though it didn't seem particularly prosperous. After growing up, she went around the town distributing alms, giving the Church's blessings to those in need, helping the people in God's name, and comforting those undergoing divine trials.
A plague swept across the entire nation. People died one after another, and even the king was thrown into panic. Were the notices on the town's bulletin board merely meant to calm the public? If God had given the girl her body, then the convent's abbess had shaped her soul: "Vichina, remember—we are apostles who serve God. Never forget that our mission is to save those who suffer on God's behalf." The nuns discussed the plague in the convent while tending to the sick. But these medicines could save one person, yet could not save the world.
By the time people realized it, the plague was already upon them. Mosquitoes swarmed, rats ran brazenly through the streets—it was as if the end of the world had come. The terminally ill were carted away to the afterlife. When the girl stepped aside for them, it was not out of avoidance, but out of final respect for those about to enter the "Eternal Kingdom." Had they passed God's trial? At some point, an unofficial notice appeared on the bulletin board: this plague was divine punishment upon the arrogant king. The people of the west raised their banners and followed the Liberator King Kane to overthrow the current king. After that, the plague disappeared from those regions.
War was approaching, and the people fled in all directions. The girl couldn't help but ask herself: Is this God's trial? Is leaving truly the right thing to do? Young lives, ignoring all warnings, headed west. Vast numbers of young people went to join the Liberator King's ranks—so many that it was hard to believe a plague was still raging. But why were none of these young people affected at all?
Late at night, the girl prayed alone. When she went outside, she overheard the words of a cloaked figure. "Plan," "plague," "Liberator King"... In the distance, the mysterious figure had already vanished into the moonlight. Though she only caught scattered words, the girl felt as though she had discovered something. Without a doubt, this plague was part of an earth-shattering conspiracy.
The girl groped her way into a cave in the dark. Using the same method as the mysterious figure to open a hidden door, she found a room filled with the ominous and the evil. A goat's head inscribed with runes, a straw doll pierced with nails, a pale and terrifying skull, and grimoires containing forbidden power. Their very existence was the embodiment of terror. Moreover, the girl noticed the symbol of the Church's greatest enemy—the Witch. Witches committed every manner of evil, worshipped dark gods, and opposed God's apostles. Though this forbidden name existed only in written records, could this incident be connected to the Witch?
The sound of someone entering startled the girl. She quickly found a simple hiding spot and watched as the mysterious figure expertly handled the instruments. To the figure, these evil, death-dealing objects were like toys. A live rat was thrown into a bottle, followed by the toxins that caused the plague—if used on a person, would the dosage need to be multiplied? The mastermind behind it all smiled. Watching through the bottle as the rat struggled in its death throes, the hiding girl felt compassion, even though she knew these creatures were likely the very culprits behind the plague. Seizing the right moment, the girl ran out with all her might. The door, now ajar instead of closed, made everything clear to the mysterious figure. Running with everything she had toward the convent, the girl inevitably drew the figure's attention. A storm to blot out the moon was coming.
Having run back to the convent with all her strength, the girl told the abbess everything. After comforting the trembling girl, the abbess asked her for a piece of paper and sat down to write something. Having seen the girl run into the convent, the mysterious figure hiding alone in the woods by the entrance had already determined their next move. No place could be absolutely safe. From the moment swords capable of severing the thread of life were stationed here, lasting peace was no longer possible. Those swords might soon find their purpose.
Facing an enemy force many times their number, the two guards at the entrance defended their sacred ground until death. Soon, the clash of weapons reached where the girl and the abbess were. "Keep this letter safe and deliver it to the Ki—" Before the abbess could finish, an arrow had already pierced her body. "Abbess—!" "Don't... mind me... You... run now..." A nearby guard, enduring his arrow wound, dragged the girl away by force. After bringing her to safety and exchanging a few words, he too took up his sword and resolutely returned to the convent, buying the girl time with his life. The fallen leaves, like the lives of all those present, dropped silently into the grass, and along with them, the sins were buried forever beneath the earth...
In a certain scripture, there is a passage: "Come thou and all thy house into the ark; for thee have I seen righteous before me in this generation." Why must they act under cover of night? Was it out of desperation, with no other choice? Why must the light seek the cover of darkness? Fleeing from the pursuing soldiers, the girl could only row with all her might. "O Divine, please save me!" Mid-prayer, an arrow grazed her arm—had it been slightly more off-center, it would have struck her heart. After escaping the pursuers, the girl drifted alone at sea. Even in such dire straits, she did not forget to pray for others: "O Divine, please keep everyone at the convent safe..." Could this sincerity truly be heard by the gods?
The shouts of pursuers in her mind jolted the girl awake, only to find herself on an unfamiliar bed. If only it had all been a dream. A family of modest means offered the girl the best food they had, choosing to aid this stranger. Could it be that the girl was a messenger sent by the Divine? Walking through the marketplace, the girl silently took in the peace, the prosperity, the happiness of the people. At the harbor, she gazed far across the sea toward her homeland. No matter how many faults it had, the longing buried in her heart would never change.
During her stay, the girl repaid the family by helping with chores like sweeping the courtyard. But the worries in her heart did not fully dissipate with her physical recovery. Over time, she gradually grew accustomed to life here, as if she had lived in this town from the very beginning. Yet for the sake of the greater mission she bore, whether or not she was ready, she had to set sail on the day the ship arrived. Bidding a reluctant farewell to the lady of the house, for the mission she carried, this precious friendship gained during her stay had to face a temporary parting.
A stray cat that was usually seen everywhere was now running through the streets, seemingly fleeing from a group chasing it. Walking along, the girl watched as a mob armed with tools pursued the wild cat. Plague and cats—two things with no inherent connection were now linked under specific circumstances. Was this coincidence, or the power of public opinion? The girl tried to approach the palace but was frightened back by an arrow deliberately shot near her feet. After much deliberation, despite her burning anxiety, she could only retreat for the time being.
Following what was written in books, the girl attempted to sneak into the palace using a rope. But for someone with no physical strength, this was simply impossible. The noise she made falling to the ground alerted nearby guards, who surrounded her with weapons drawn and arrested her. Even in captivity, she never forgot her mission. "Please! No matter what, you must deliver this letter to the king!" Having grown up in a convent, the girl knew nothing of politics—only that the kingdom's people were suffering from the plague, and that the rebellion orchestrated with the Witch's involvement was part of a conspiracy. The one now sitting on the throne was the new king who had ended the "tyrannical" rule of the previous king—the girl's father—her own brother. Upon his coronation, he had promised the people he would change the kingdom's state of affairs. And he did—at least on the surface.
Green-molded bread that could hardly be called food was the girl's daily ration. Within the iron-barred cell—cramped, dark, and damp—even the bright moon above could only be seen trapped within cold iron bars. Time ticked by, yet the girl received no word. And yet within those iron walls, there was also serenity, warmth, and acceptance—because there was faith. Even imprisoned in the dark cell, she continued doing what she could. Praying, because the world's wounds continued to fester. Praying, because she wanted the world to find peace. And while the girl prayed, a famished rat was brazenly stealing what remained of her bread. Rather than praying to God, it preferred to fill its own belly.
"You're the girl?" Perhaps the girl's sincerity had moved the Divine. After days of waiting, she finally met the king. Though she didn't know what was written in the letter, the fact that the king had come here meant there was still hope for the kingdom. But just as the girl opened her mouth to speak, she saw the king's lips barely move. "Burn her." Was this God's final decree? Or was her prayer not sincere enough? After uttering those two words, the king left the prison without looking back. On the surface, the girl was sentenced for spreading heresy and disrupting the kingdom's order, branded as a witch. In reality, rather than deal with a potential political rival, it was simpler to eliminate the immediate nuisance. The arrogance of those in power told him nothing was more important than the throne. After the king left, the girl's hands slowly slid down from the iron door, her despair impossible to contain. Why wouldn't the king listen to her? Her anguish was not for herself, but for all those suffering from the plague, for the kingdom's crumbling future. God... why couldn't He hear her prayers?
The burning at the stake was perhaps God's final trial. Only through this, when one died, could they enter "God's Hall." After being branded a "Witch" and "heretic," the girl was bound to a tall wooden stake by soldiers. Facing her imminent punishment, her lips still moved softly, murmuring something. Was it prayer, or the frightened whispers of a human facing death? The truth remains unknown—only that she remained poised and beautiful until the very moment the flames reached her. Torch-bearing soldiers approached the pyre step by step. Though a trace of hesitation lingered in their hearts, remembering that the condemned was a "Witch," a "villain," their guilt vanished without a trace. What wrong had they done? They were merely carrying out an act of "justice"! Surely God would not punish them for that. No miracle came. The pain did not lessen. There was no prince riding to the rescue—only the ever-rising flames. Watching bit by bit as the firewood around her caught fire, feeling the temperature rise degree by degree, when the blaze seared her skin, there was nothing to do but scream. Agony, torment, helplessness. If the voice of prayer was too soft to catch God's attention, then why couldn't He hear the death cries either? Was this truly the ending God desired? It was a long and dark night. The black smoke obscured the moon's radiance, concealing the evil committed under cover of darkness. Some said they saw a white spot of light in the sky, but a "Witch" could not possibly have such a holy soul. So it was probably just snowflakes spiraling upward.
New Chapter
After the first Witch's Domain exploration ended, the Puppeteer discovered that the seemingly delicate Vichina was actually very dependable, able to explore using the staff and spells bestowed by
Even fugitive criminals would reform under Vichina's gentle persuasion.
The Kamerhan district was undergoing renovation, and the security team would assist residents with evacuation. The Puppeteer wanted Vichina to return to base first, but she considered it a trial from the Divine and decided to handle it alone. After splitting up from the Puppeteer, Vichina, who was supposed to be directing traffic, immediately lent a hand when she saw an elderly person carrying heavy loads. Even though the boxes exceeded her strength and her body was at its limit, she kept motivating herself by calling it God's trial, bearing the burden alone. When the Puppeteer saw Vichina pushing herself, they stopped resting, took the heavy load from her hands, and delivered it to the cart. To prevent her from overexerting again, the Puppeteer proposed they work as partners from now on, promising to tackle challenges together.
Vichina, who had only entered the Puppeteer's room to deliver a letter, saw the messy room and immediately subjected the barely-awake Puppeteer to an entire morning of room-cleaning lessons.
While patrolling with the Puppeteer, Vichina healed a child who had fallen and together they went to treat the child's grandfather's illness. From that day on, most people in the Kamerhan district knew there was a girl with a gentle smile who healed people, and strange rumors began to spread throughout Litoris...
Having treated the impoverished residents of the Rusikuensk district for free, Vichina returned home and fell asleep on the sofa in the blink of an eye. Treating charity work as God's trial, she was always busy. Watching Vichina exhausted like this, the Puppeteer thought that this so-called "God" sure knew how to work people to the bone.
Recently, a strange disappearance case occurred in the Reid Park district—a baron's child had gone missing. All leads pointed to the suspect and the kidnapped child being in the Rusikuensk district. During the investigation, Vichina noticed the population there seemed to have grown. After the Puppeteer and Vichina located the exact address and called in security officers for a forced entry, they found the kidnapper voluntarily handing over the child. During questioning, Vichina recognized one of them as a resident from the Kamerhan district evacuation. Through conversation and interrogation, they discovered the disappearance was revenge by residents whose land had been forcibly seized against the nobleman who led the renovation project. They had lost everything in that renovation. They had initially planned to use black magic involving a human sacrifice to restore everything, but ultimately chose to treat the child well with precious food and turn them over willingly. Learning the truth, Vichina was deeply conflicted: "They'll be punished by God for their sins, won't they?" "That nobleman won't let them go either, right?" "After enduring such suffering, they should have been granted new life by God." For their sake, and for Vichina's, the Puppeteer visited the nobleman multiple times, eventually getting the nobleman to drop the matter with the child's help, and investigated job openings to help them find work. The once-conflicted Vichina, seeing the Puppeteer help those lost criminals return to normal lives, believed that this time it was not God who redeemed them, but the Puppeteer, and once again strengthened
The Puppeteer was forcibly woken up the morning after working late, groggily seeing Vichina's gentle face,and had their clothes put on with her insistent help.。
The Puppeteer and Vichina discussed the topic of "gods." The Crescent Continent's goddess Shella had intervened to save the land, while the god of Vichina's world dwelled in the Eternal Hall, constantly testing humanity with suffering—only those who passed could enter the Hall and remain by God's side forever. Thinking about this, Vichina lowered her head and fell silent for a long time.[5]
With no progress on catching the thief, the Puppeteer felt defeated. During this time, it was Vichina who stayed by their side, cheering them on.
The Puppeteer and Vichina were caught in a sudden downpour while on patrol and ran back to base in the rain. Upon returning, Vichina immediately tended to the Puppeteer despite being drenched herself. The usually gentle girl became stubbornly deaf to others' protests when it came to caring for someone.
Vichina and the Puppeteer brought food and toys to visit the people in the Rusikuensk district who had gotten back on track. Though the house was the same as before, it had clearly been repaired and somewhat resembled a home. The laughter of children playing brought lively hope to the old building. But the old man whom Vichina had helped carry boxes wept all day, believing his punishment was deserved—divine retribution. Vichina volunteered to treat the old man but fainted from overusing her power. After being brought back to the Puppeteer's room and waking up, Vichina blamed herself for being too weak, but received the Puppeteer's encouragement and affirmation. In the Puppeteer's eyes, the Vichina who genuinely protected everyone was already a true goddess. Gradually, she began to accept herself and hoped the Puppeteer would accompany and witness her growth.
As the household's cook, Vichina's culinary skills were so superb that if she entered the restaurant business, she could end Alina's Kitchen's reign of dominance. But rather than dominating the food industry, she preferred to stay by the Puppeteer's side helping out—always.
Another failed exploration. While the Puppeteer was dispirited, Vichina comforted and encouraged them. Vichina, who didn't even believe in her own power, always believed in the Puppeteer. Under her trust, the Puppeteer rallied once more.
The Puppeteer, having caught a cold, slept from the afternoon after taking medicine until midnight. During those nearly ten hours, Vichina stayed by the bedside the entire time. After feeding the Puppeteer the hot porridge she had prepared, Vichina stubbornly refused to return to her own room and ultimately
In the Crescent Continent, the moon is visible at all times. The goddess Shella watches over the world from there. Vichina marveled at how beautiful this legend was—not because she wanted to change her faith, but because she envied Shella's ability to forever watch over what she wished to protect. Under the moonlight, Vichina and the Puppeteer made a vow together: to forever watch over each other, to forever protect each other. From the moment of their oath, this devotion became absolutely unwavering.
Dates
Although their time assigned to Litoris hadn't been long, the Puppeteer had unknowingly become familiar with the place through their work. Taking advantage of some free time, they went on a first date along Lengonia Boulevard with the hardworking
Ever since Vichina appeared, the allure of restaurants had gradually faded. Though they frequently visited Alina's Kitchen, for various reasons, once the number of diners reached a certain point, one could no longer simply enjoy the food. To make up for this, on a day off, the Puppeteer dined with Vichina at an elegant restaurant. The plan was to savor the food to their hearts' content, but unlike their usual side-by-side seating, sitting face-to-face in this restaurant's pink-bubble atmosphere made the Puppeteer involuntarily nervous. While the Puppeteer sat dazed, Vichina had already carefully cut the food and passed it over. The Puppeteer, wanting Vichina to rely on them more, was told she had always been relying on them. Whether exploring domains or in this very moment, it was precisely because the Puppeteer was here that Vichina could confirm the reason for her own existence—to work alongside the Puppeteer to protect this world. After the meal, misled by a fortune slip, Vichina took the initiative to hold the Puppeteer's hand. Upon realizing it was a misunderstanding, she withdrew her hand with a blush, and the two began chatting about fortune-telling and book advertisements. Though they never found out what flower had scented the restaurant that day, the warmth of her hand still lingered.
Thinking that Vichina, who was passionate about all kinds of stories and legends, might be interested in an exhibition tracing civilization from its birth to the present, the Puppeteer brought her to a museum. However, they had happened to enter an exhibition hall themed around Luna's history, and coincidentally arrived just as a priest was leading everyone in a hymn. Though she already knew the hymn by heart, Vichina still worried she might sing poorly. While she had her own faith, she couldn't be disrespectful to the goddess. The Puppeteer told her not to worry—Lady Shella's heart was infinitely vast and wouldn't mind her small mistakes. After the hymn, the Puppeteer told Vichina the story of Shella depicted in the oil painting. She had brought light to illuminate the darkness and ignorance, and wisdom to quell war and division. Unlike the moon god Vichina worshipped, although Shella watched over this world, she left the true path for people to discover on their own. Even if people committed unforgivable sins, Shella would surely forgive them with her kindness and mercy. The worlds of the other household members were similar—they had histories of war or disaster, but the people of those worlds ultimately walked out of their hellish pasts and brought renewal, even without gods. As a museum pamphlet put it, this was evolution. Though debate continued over whether evolution was correct, as long as voices of doubt collided, true history would gradually be revealed. Making mistakes was also a way toward what was right. Even if there was never a final answer, that was fine—right and wrong themselves weren't so important. What mattered was the steady march toward truth. After hearing the Puppeteer's thoughts, Vichina also found this quite reasonable. Besides the moon god, she had found a new voice to trust. The Puppeteer also seemed to hear the sound of their trust level rising. The two would continue walking this path together.
After seeing an advertisement for an astrology house on a book pamphlet multiple times, the Puppeteer, finally defeated by curiosity, came to the astrology house with Vichina. Vichina, who wanted to back out, was persuaded when the Puppeteer compared fortune-telling to resolving worries, and she steeled herself to enter. Having been taken in by the fortune-teller's theatrical opening, Vichina's devout faith instead made the fortune-teller feel she had received a holy baptism. To avoid Vichina's holy radiance, the fortune-teller shifted her target to the Puppeteer, only to meet the same fate. In desperation, she resorted to exposing the Puppeteer's behavior of being with women of different ages and personalities, chatting happily and acting intimately. But Vichina came to the Puppeteer's defense, rejecting the fortune-teller's assessment of them as a philanderer, believing them to be quite the opposite—very gentle and very charming. "However, in currently popular works, this kind of character seems to be quite popular—able to win over any girl. Dear Puppeteer, please don't direct your gentleness to the wrong places~" Although Vichina said this with a smile, the Puppeteer felt a sudden wave of pressure...
To maximize audience appeal for opening shows, most new productions were adapted from novels. Though skeptical about how a "spectacular premiere" could work when the audience already knew the plot and ending, the Puppeteer still invited Vichina to watch "She Wasn't My Childhood Friend but Became One." Surprisingly, the "well-read" Vichina hadn't read this novel. While worrying the play might not be to Vichina's taste, under the guidance of Vichina's leisurely god, the two watched the play together. Though the Puppeteer was confused by the play covering only the first volume, Vichina was deeply moved. Regarding the revelation that the protagonists' meeting was arranged, Vichina believed it was divine guidance—the only path to what was right. While the Puppeteer had some reservations, they believed that even in a conspiracy, there must be something genuine within it. Even if the experience itself could be arranged, one's heart would forever belong to oneself. If everything turned out to be false, the Puppeteer would still choose to trust their own heart. The final choice would be the same as Vichina's—a perfect ending in the first volume. Incidentally, the work had merely been retitled; Vichina had actually already finished reading it. The Puppeteer quipped: "So you really are the type with enough energy to read through every trending genre!"
The Puppeteer was invited to a social banquet. After forcing a stiff smile through meetings with priests, knights, and other figures, the slightly tipsy Puppeteer stepped out with Vichina to rest in the corridor garden. To ease Vichina's worry, the Puppeteer tried to say they weren't that tired, but looking into her eyes—meeting her direct yet gentle gaze—a strong desire to be spoiled by her welled up. Completely unlike the banquet hall's noisy atmosphere, the garden was another world entirely. Moonlight spread across the soft lawn, and as the night breeze blew, the shimmering moonlight rippled like a sparkling sea. Leaning on Vichina's shoulder, feeling her warmth, the Puppeteer gradually grew drowsy. Because it was Vichina, it was okay to be spoiled. Because it was Vichina, it was okay to selfishly depend on her. But Vichina was still here—if the Puppeteer fell asleep, no one would protect her. Despite being an official Puppeteer, despite wanting to properly care for her, for some reason, they felt like a child in Vichina's presence. Though Vichina didn't quite understand what the Puppeteer was agonizing over, she told them not to worry: "To be honest, I'm still somewhat uncertain about the meaning behind the Divine guiding me to your side. However, even though I'm often confused about the meaning of the distant future, every present moment is certain. Accompanying and caring for-[6]you is what I must do right now. Something I'm sure I can do well. As long as-[6]you are here, I'm not alone." Though the Puppeteer wanted to hold on, their heavy eyelids gradually slipped beyond control. All they could feel was the cool night breeze brushing across their face. And within that breeze, there seemed to be something else... something soft and warm.
The Puppeteer and Vichina went to see a new play together. The impression was that Vichina liked popular trending titles, but this theater had only a handful of scattered viewers—despite being a premiere, almost no one came. The play was called "The Shadow in the Flower Square." What initially appeared to be just a ball of fire on the poster revealed, with Vichina's guidance, a small dark figure within the bright flames—barely noticeable—a martyr burning at the stake. Something came to mind, and Vichina lowered her head. In the dim theater light, her face was hidden in shadow, her expression unreadable. Accustomed to Vichina's usual gentle or absent-minded demeanor, and occasionally hearing her speak of "the Divine's trials," it was easy to forget that she too had once suffered cruel torment for her faith. On stage, the play depicted the burning of one who pursued the heliocentric truth. After the performance, the impassioned lines still echoed through the theater, but before the actors could take their curtain call, the other audience members had already left. Only Vichina remained, sitting motionless in her seat. Vichina said the protagonist's fearlessness in the face of death was admirable. But the Puppeteer believed his greatness lay in defending his own truth. When Vichina questioned this, the Puppeteer explained that knowing what you're fighting for is bravery—without that purpose, it's merely recklessness. Vichina then suddenly asked whether she herself was a reckless person. The Puppeteer replied that only Vichina could answer that—what she truly wanted was something only she would know. Not some divine guidance, but born of Vichina's own will. And Vichina's answer, like a confession, was that she wanted a peaceful life with-[6]the Puppeteer, sharing life's little moments together. Vichina felt this was too carefree, but the Puppeteer thought it was wonderful. Even with dark memories in the past, even still shouldering too heavy a burden, Vichina was also an ordinary girl. If her will was this, then she only needed to pursue this simple goal. Encouraged by the Puppeteer, Vichina resolved to fight for this goal. Her once-soft gaze became resolute, carrying a reassuring determination. The priestess who once saved the world under God's guidance had, in that moment, found her own ██.[7]
An unprecedented fireworks festival, yet the Special Operations team had security duty and couldn't enjoy it together. With nothing else to do, Vichina and the Puppeteer arrived at the festival grounds early. Through their conversation, the Puppeteer learned that similar festivals existed in Vichina's world. Though she wasn't allowed to attend crowded events, the town square was close enough to the convent that she could see the festivities even from the convent tower. The Puppeteer imagined young Vichina alone, watching the lively celebration from afar—a lonely scene indeed. But looking at her gentle smile now, the mental image came alive: when fireworks lit up the sky, that little girl must have been jumping and clapping with joy. For safety reasons, each launch point was assigned one Special Operations member. Though it meant watching the fireworks up close, Vichina wanted to see this sight with the Puppeteer. Perhaps they could spot each other in the crowd, but Vichina said: "Even so, I'd still miss-[6]you terribly. Even half a square's distance is too far!" Vichina's earnest delivery of such embarrassing words dealt a critical blow to the Puppeteer, and the belatedly self-aware Vichina also blushed, quickly changing the subject to goldfish scooping. After a brief explanation of the rules, Vichina curiously squatted by the basin to observe. The clear water, made vivid and sparkling by the goldfish and sunlight, reflected on Vichina's face like flowing crystal. "At night, this pool will lose its color when the sun sets. The daytime sun and the evening fireworks are both beautiful sights. I'm already so happy just being able to see these sights together." As she thought this, Vichina's face bloomed with a smile brighter and more dazzling than the sunlight reflecting off the goldfish scales. As night fell, before parting for their assigned posts, the Puppeteer apologized to Vichina for not being able to watch the fireworks together and promised to watch them together next time. Surprise mingled with anticipation in Vichina's eyes as she smiled—warm as always—and held out her hand in farewell. The fireworks began, and the lively night blazed into brilliant daylight as the crowd erupted in enormous cheers. The Puppeteer suddenly felt drawn to look toward Vichina's position. More fireworks lit up the sky. In the center of the surging crowd, light reached into the shadow beneath Shella's statue. "The fireworks are beautiful." The distant figure seemed to be saying just that.
On a rest day morning, the Puppeteer was dragged out of their warm bed by Vichina under the guise of domestic skill training. After carefully teaching the Puppeteer how to organize clothes and socks, Vichina, blushing, then taught them how to fold underwear. After finishing the wardrobe, Vichina stood on a stool to retrieve a box from the top shelf but suddenly lost her balance when the chair wobbled. Fortunately, the normally not-so-agile Puppeteer displayed superhuman reflexes at the critical moment, acting as a human cushion before Vichina could fall. After thanking the Puppeteer, as Vichina tried to get up, her always-immaculately-worn clothing had apparently snagged on something during the fall. Though she stopped moving, the fabric at her chest had already torn open in an unsightly gash. Skin never before exposed was as white as translucent moonlight, trembling faintly. To hide it from the Puppeteer, Vichina hugged them tightly, pressing the exposed area against their chest. To put Vichina at ease, the Puppeteer closed their eyes and tried to take off their jacket for her, but a button got caught. As Vichina helped unfasten it, the Puppeteer, eyes still closed, sensed her faint warm scent, her weight half-leaning against them, and soft curves. Probably from nervousness, Vichina seemed to be fighting a battle with the button, her movements trembling slightly, even her breathing becoming uneven, causing something within the Puppeteer to expand endlessly... Afterward, that glimpse of moonlight kept replaying in the Puppeteer's mind.
Preoccupied with thoughts of Vichina waiting in the room, the Puppeteer finished the day's exploration report with remarkably high efficiency. But upon returning, the room was already dark. Calling out Vichina's name while fumbling for the light, the sight that appeared before them blanked the Puppeteer's mind entirely: Vichina was wearing an extremely revealing black bunny girl outfit. Her soft thighs were wrapped in white stockings, followed by full, rounded hips, a slender waist, and above that, curves threatening to spill out... Vichina knelt on the bed, looking at the Puppeteer in bewilderment: "Since I'm supposed to be the 'big sister' type, I should wear something like this to fit the convention, right?" Besides the bunny outfit, Vichina had also prepared a white nurse outfit, a slightly wild leopard-print beast-ear ensemble, and... After the Puppeteer affirmed the bunny outfit, Vichina demonstrated poses she'd learned from illustrations in a book popular among the Order called "Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Doll": leaning forward, hands braced in front, making the already prominent areas even more... Reason finally kicking in, the Puppeteer politely asked Vichina to change back. After changing, Vichina's mysteriously-calibrated sense of shame belatedly activated, and she explained with a red face and stuttering: she'd read in a magazine popular among the mothers that if not carefully maintained, the passion in a newlywed couple's love life would quickly fade. Since they had already taken their oath and everyone always said Vichina gave off a homemaker vibe, she worried the Puppeteer would lose interest, so she thought cosplay might... Before she could finish, the Puppeteer cut her off with a direct confession. It wasn't to change the subject—they truly loved her, the real her: her gentleness, warmth, reliability, yet also her occasional adorable absent-mindedness and inadvertent allure. She absolutely didn't lack anything that could make hearts race. They would never find her motherly ways boring or unattractive. In fact, this Vichina—so attentive and caring—was the most attractive of all, and they simply couldn't live without her. While part of it was having grown accustomed to her care, more importantly, it was because they loved Vichina—no other reason needed, love born simply because Vichina was Vichina. Moved, Vichina embraced them, her cheeks flushed. The Puppeteer held her tightly in return, and together they welcomed the passionate part of their newlywed life... Afterward, just before falling asleep, Vichina's voice drifted from beside the Puppeteer: "You actually liked all of those outfits, didn't you?-[6]Next time I wear them, please be more honest about it."
Awakened from a dream by Vichina, the Puppeteer suddenly realized she was in their blanket, announcing that this was an essential perk of a loving breakfast. Before they could stop her, her legs were already entwined with theirs, soft skin pressed close, gently caressing. Hands climbed up their chest, deftly slipping inside the pajamas, roaming freely. Her whispering breath drew closer and closer, attention completely captivated by Vichina's softly opening and closing lips, yet the words could no longer be processed... Unfortunately, this was the Puppeteer's dream. Before reaching the crucial part, the real Vichina woke them up. "Today is an important date, you know." Thus reminded, the Puppeteer shook off all sleepiness. Vichina naturally walked over, expertly pulled back their blanket, and prepared to help them dress. When refused, she pitifully asked if the Puppeteer no longer relied on her. The Puppeteer quipped: "Does turning me into a helpless person really give you that much satisfaction?" To which she happily replied: "Making the one you love unable to live without you is indeed one way to feel happiness." After stopping Vichina from dressing the Puppeteer, washing their face, feeding them breakfast, and other excessively detailed services, the two finally got ready and began the day's date. Having been together for so long, though they spent much time together, most of it was consumed by work. Even their few dates revolved around everyday errands—they had never had a truly romantic date. No wonder Vichina worried their feelings might grow dull after the oath. Looking at Vichina walking beside them, she was in high spirits, clearly looking forward to today. They arrived at their destination—at first glance, no different from the usual outskirts. Vichina even wondered if the Puppeteer was into the kind of scenarios that happen outdoors... The Puppeteer cut off her impure thoughts and asked her to take their hand. Though still puzzled, Vichina unhesitatingly grasped the Puppeteer's outstretched hand. The Puppeteer led her a few steps forward to the intersection of two paths. Two nearly parallel paths repeatedly crossed each other, like countless fallen figure-eights linked together, or spiraling ribbons entwined, heading in the same direction. The Puppeteer told Vichina their story: A young man living in Litoris fell in love with a traveling nun. He confessed, but though the Church didn't prohibit nuns from marrying, she refused—devoted solely to Shella, determined to listen to the goddess's holy will and ease the world's suffering. The young man didn't give up. To prove his feelings, he built these two intertwining, endless paths leading deep into the forest along the route she often walked, expressing his infinite, eternal love. Upon seeing the paths, the nun finally understood his heart and accepted his confession. From then on, these intertwined paths became a symbol of love's endless continuity. The Puppeteer and Vichina then reminisced about their first meeting: "If these humble abilities can be of use, please let me walk alongside you." They had once touched each other's hearts during the summoning, becoming companions through shared ideals. Though saying this after taking their oath might seem out of order, the Puppeteer wanted to tell Vichina... Vichina spoke first: "Though we initially walked together simply because we shared the same direction, our perfect union wasn't born from bonds formed through ideals, nor from the inertia of dependence and care—it was because of love. Only because of love.-[6]That's what you wanted to say, right?" "Yes—as if my heart were being touched again, with perfect precision. Dreams may be realized someday, but this love will never have an end. Vichina, I... I love you, forever." Affirming Vichina's words, the Puppeteer confessed. "-[6]Dear Puppeteer... I, I also... Wherever the moonlight shines, I am forever yours." Vichina gazed at the Puppeteer, her eyes brimming with glistening emotion. The Puppeteer reached out and drew her into their embrace. Above them, the eternal moon shone gently upon the world.
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- ↑ The latter sentence is not in the in-game profile.
- ↑ 2.0 2.1 Each stack increases damage taken by the bearer by+4%, stackable up to 10 layers.
- ↑ Each stack increases damage taken by the bearer by+1%× bearer's Dark Erosion stacks.
- ↑ Each stack increases skill damage from AoE skills taken by the bearer by+1%× bearer's Dark Erosion stacks.
- ↑ In the memories, Vichina endured immense suffering in her world, only to ultimately be branded a witch and burned at the stake. Despite continuously passing trials, she never entered the so-called Hall, and God never once appeared.
- ↑ 6.0 6.1 6.2 6.3 6.4 6.5 6.6 Note: This uses the {{UserName}} template to automatically display your username.
- ↑ Sic