Shooting Stars: Chapter 1
There is a legend of Philos’s history scattered throughout its
In all four directions, wandering poets scatter fragments of the legend all over the planet.
After Philos's for a few hundred years, the queen extolled in the legends finally reclaimed the scepter.
The next spring is . In the darkness, someone is bound to capture the light.
Under the queen’s leadership, Philos’s universe will recover its former light and glory.
I sit at the highest point of the main hall. The throne is broad and ice cold. Standing at the foot of the stairs is my , .
The Queen’s coronation is a day millions of people rejoice, but he is actually here to bid farewell to me.
MC: You've privately come to meet me. If members of your found out, wouldn't they suspect that you've betrayed them?
Xavier: They know.
Xavier: Besides, I am still Philos's knight after all; coming to greet the Queen is my duty.
MC: …You really want to go?
Xavier: The ship is already ready to set off.
MC: But, what you're about to face is a very dangerous journey!
Xavier: …
Xavier: As long as Her Majesty The Queen does not give orders for elimination, we will be safe.
Her Majesty the Queen—he calls me using this distant form of address.
Now that I think about it, it seems Xavier hasn't called me by my name in a long time…
At this moment, I look at him standing at the foot of the long flight of stairs and suddenly realize that I haven't seen his face clearly in a long time.
MC: Since you've already decided, then…
I lower my head, get up, and .
MC: I will announce the news, by saying—
I stop and stand in front of Xavier.
MC: The Grandis Knight has perished in battle against foreign enemies. I'll give you the highest honors.
He smiles at me.
Xavier: Thank you.
The wind blows into the spacious main hall, and his sword hilt's star tassel sways slightly.
The night is too dark. I can't clearly see the tassel's appearance, but I've already pictured it in my mind hundreds of times before this.
MC:
Xavier's thumb brushes the hilt.
Xavier: …I'm used to it.
I can't help but recall the time I first asked him about this tassel's story. It was a long, long time ago…
We were all still studying at at the time.
The snow accumulated throughout all of winter had melted; at the base of the monument to the Holy Sword of the Goddess in the middle of the school's courtyard, a cluster of light blue had sprouted.
The Starhunter School’s interstellar patrol team had just returned from their journey, and after learning this news, I immediately rushed out of my dorm and ran down the long Astroscience Avenue, arriving before the Holy Sword’s monument.
Students stand in groups of two or three, listening to Vice Captain Jeremiah shamelessly bragging about the thrilling scenes of them responding to various types of space crises during their latest patrol.
MC: Jeremiah! Where's Xavier?
Jeremiah: Looking for our school prefect?
He looks left and right two times, scratching his head.
Jeremiah: Strange, he disappeared the moment he returned…
I turn my head to look at the tall clock tower.
MC: I know.
MC: Must be by himself again.
I turn and run towards the clock tower, hearing shouts coming from behind me.
Jeremiah: Hey! He's injured—! You absolutely must not trouble him!
When I climbed to the top of the clock tower, as expected, Xavier was seated on the edge and enjoying the breeze.
MC: …Returning without telling me, alone here.
Xavier: Even if I didn't tell you, haven't you found me anyway.
He doesn’t turn his head, his voice unsurprisingly filled with indifference.
I go over to sit by his side. I see him reattach the star tassel in his hand back onto his sword's hilt.
MC: (Must've been staring blankly at that tassel again…)
Xavier: Such a gloomy complexion the moment you arrived. Who bullied you?
I moved my gaze away.
MC: …Isn't it just you.
MC: Just now I heard Jeremiah say you had gotten hurt on patrol—practically half dead, causing me to be worried for a little moment.
MC: Looking now, you're clearly intact.
Xavier: So even if I were practically half dead, it would make you worry for only a little moment.
MC: …Right now I don't even want to be “a little” worried for you!
Xavier laughs.
Xavier: I was afraid the moment I returned, you'd drag me off to settle a score, by getting rid of my arms and legs.
MC: Since you're aware, next time don't conceal it from everyone and face dangers alone.
MC: However, I indeed want to settle this score with you.
We are talking about a matter that happened one month ago, just as school released us for winter break.
These days in Philos, the Wanderer incursions have become more severe. So, to guarantee our safety, all students have to report their holiday whereabouts to the school.
However, only Xavier made no report and made no arrangements. On the second day of the holidays, he quietly boarded the Starhunters’ winter patrol aircraft, disappearing among the stars.
Aside from a hurried “shh” gesture he gave when he ran into me unexpectedly, he left nothing behind.
MC: For a whole month, the Academy and your family’s retainers couldn't find you, so they all came to ask me.
MC: Since I was covering for you on both sides, on top of being afraid you'd run into danger on your patrol, I've spent every day !
The more I spoke, the angrier I got. Xavier just kept chuckling.
Xavier: All thanks to your eloquence and superb acting, your help covered for me.
Xavier: Later, I'll treat you to ?
MC: Only that?
Xavier: Is that not enough? Then I'll add a slice of brown sugar cake?
As a gentle breeze passed by, Xavier's smile became more annoying… I decided not to let him off so easily.
MC: Two slices.
Xavier: Sure.
MC: You're eating them with me.
Xavier: I'll eat with you for a whole week.
Xavier leans backwards and lies flat on his back, closing his eyes.
Kindled
Xavier: Looking at me without speaking, I'm a little unused to you being like this.
Xavier: The wind feels good, aren’t you joining me?
MC: Recently, your family’s retainers came quite a few times; perhaps this time, it's really an urgent matter.
Xavier: …Next month is the ’ selection, why aren't you training?
Xavier: This year, there is just one position.
MC: Every time your family matters are brought up, you change the topic…
MC: Everyone says when you have someone you like, that’s when you often get lost in thought staring at something.
Xavier: I've said it many times, it's not what you're thinking.
This tassel's design was trendy a long time ago. The person in your heart… their style is quite retro.
Xavier: Really? Then what designs are popular now?
MC: (Hmph, focusing on the …)
MC: Simple, with clean lines, just like the on our uniforms.
Xavier: I never noticed. But hearing that, it doesn't seem that different from my current one.
MC: It's very different! You really don't understand it at all? Next time I'll gift…
Xavier: Just now you said, what do you want to gift me?
MC: …Nothing, I'm going to class now!
MC: Since you're already back, if your family’s retainers come looking for you again, I'm no longer lying for you.
Xavier: After I treat you to honey milk tea… help me with another favor?
MC: Say it…
Xavier: I'll say it tomorrow.
Xavier: Go to class. Tomorrow at noon, we'll meet at the base of the monument to the Holy Sword of the Goddess.
MC: …You wouldn’t, you want me to spar with you again don’t you!
There is a legend of Philos’s history scattered throughout its folktales.
In all four directions, wandering poets scatter fragments of the legend all over the planet.
After Philos's for a few hundred years, the queen extolled in the legends finally reclaimed the scepter.
The next spring is In the darkness, someone is bound to capture the light.
Under the queen’s leadership, Philos’s universe will recover its former light and glory.
I sit at the highest point of the main hall. The throne is broad and ice cold. Standing at the foot of the stairs is my , .
The Queen’s coronation is a day millions of people rejoice, but he is actually here to bid farewell to me.
MC: You've privately come to meet me. If members of your found out, wouldn't they suspect that you've betrayed them?
Shen Xinghui: They know.
Shen Xinghui: Besides, I am still Philos's knight after all; coming to greet the Queen is my duty.
MC: …You really want to go?
Shen Xinghui: The ship is already ready to set off.
MC: But, what you're about to face is a very dangerous journey!
Shen Xinghui: …
Shen Xinghui: As long as Her Majesty The Queen does not give orders for elimination, we will be safe.
Her Majesty the Queen—he calls me using this distant form of address.
Now that I think about it, it seems Shen Xinghui hasn't called me by my name in a long time…
At this moment, I look at him standing at the foot of the long flight of stairs and suddenly realize that I haven't seen his face clearly in a long time.
MC: Since you've already decided, then…
I lower my head, get up, and
MC: I will announce the news, by saying—
I stop and stand in front of Shen Xinghui.
MC: The Grandis Knight has perished in battle against foreign enemies. I'll give you the highest honors.
He smiles at me.
Shen Xinghui: Thank you.
The wind blows into the spacious main hall, and his sword hilt's star tassel sways slightly.
The night is too dark. I can't clearly see the tassel's appearance, but I've already pictured it in my mind hundreds of times before this.
MC:
Shen Xinghui's thumb brushes the hilt.
Shen Xinghui: …I'm used to it.
I can't help but recall the time I first asked him about this tassel's story. It was a long, long time ago…
We were all still studying at at the time.
The snow accumulated throughout all of winter had melted; at the base of the monument to the Holy Sword of the Goddess in the middle of the school's courtyard, a cluster of light blue had sprouted.
The Starhunter School’s interstellar patrol team had just returned from their journey, and after learning this news, I immediately rushed out of my dorm and ran down the long Astroscience Avenue, arriving before the Holy Sword’s monument.
Students stand in groups of two or three, listening to Vice Captain Jeremiah shamelessly bragging about the thrilling scenes of them responding to various types of space crises during their latest patrol.
MC: Jeremiah! Where's Shen Xinghui?
Jeremiah: Looking for our school prefect?
He looks left and right two times, scratching his head.
Jeremiah: Strange, he disappeared the moment he returned…
I turn my head to look at the tall clock tower.
MC: I know.
MC: Must be by himself again.
I turn and run towards the clock tower, hearing shouts coming from behind me.
Jeremiah: Hey! He's injured— You absolutely must not trouble him!
When I climbed to the top of the clock tower, as expected, Shen Xinghui was seated on the edge and enjoying the breeze.
MC: …Returning without telling me, alone here.
Shen Xinghui: Even if I didn't tell you, haven't you found me anyway.
He doesn’t turn his head, his voice unsurprisingly filled with indifference.
I go over to sit by his side. I see him reattach the star tassel in his hand back onto his sword's hilt.
MC: (Must've been staring blankly at that tassel again…)
Shen Xinghui: Such a gloomy complexion the moment you arrived. Who bullied you?
I moved my gaze away.
MC: …Isn't it just you.
MC: Just now I heard Jeremiah say you had gotten hurt on patrol—practically half dead, causing me to be worried for a little moment.
MC: Looking now, you're clearly intact.
Shen Xinghui: So even if I were practically half dead, it would make you worry for only a little moment.
MC: …Right now I don't even want to be “a little” worried for you!
Shen Xinghui laughs.
Shen Xinghui: I was afraid the moment I returned, you'd drag me off to settle a score, by getting rid of my arms and legs.
MC: Since you're aware, next time don't conceal it from everyone and face dangers alone.
MC: However, I indeed want to settle this score with you.
We are talking about a matter that happened one month ago, just as school released us for winter break.
These days in Philos, the Wanderer incursions have become more severe. So, to guarantee our safety, all students have to report their holiday whereabouts to the school.
However, only Shen Xinghui made no report and made no arrangements. On the second day of the holidays, he quietly boarded the Starhunters’ winter patrol aircraft, disappearing among the stars.
Aside from a hurried “shh” gesture he gave when he ran into me unexpectedly, he left nothing behind.
MC: For a whole month, the Academy and your family’s retainers couldn't find you, so they all came to ask me.
MC: Since I was covering for you on both sides, on top of being afraid you'd run into danger on your patrol, I've spent every day !
The more I spoke, the angrier I got. Shen Xinghui just kept chuckling.
Shen Xinghui: All thanks to your eloquence and superb acting, your help covered for me.
Shen Xinghui: Later, I'll treat you to ?
MC: Only that?
Shen Xinghui: Is that not enough? Then I'll add a slice of brown sugar cake?
As a gentle breeze passed by, Shen Xinghui's smile became more annoying… I decided not to let him off so easily.
MC: Two slices.
Shen Xinghui: Sure.
MC: You're eating them with me.
Shen Xinghui: I'll eat with you for a whole week.
Shen Xinghui leans backwards and lies flat on his back, closing his eyes.
Kindled
Shen Xinghui: Looking at me without speaking, I'm a little unused to you being like this.
Shen Xinghui: The wind feels good, aren’t you joining me?
MC: Recently, your family’s retainers came quite a few times; perhaps this time, it's really an urgent matter.
Shen Xinghui: …Next month is the selection, why aren't you training?
Shen Xinghui: This year, there is just one position.
MC: Every time your family matters are brought up, you change the topic…
MC: Everyone says when you have someone you like, that’s when you often get lost in thought staring at something.
Shen Xinghui: I've said it many times, it's not what you're thinking.
This tassel's design was trendy a long time ago. The person in your heart… their style is quite retro.
Shen Xinghui: Really? Then what designs are popular now?
MC: (Hmph, focusing on the …)
MC: Simple, with clean lines, just like the on our uniforms.
Shen Xinghui: I never noticed. But hearing that, it doesn't seem that different from my current one.
MC: It's very different! You really don't understand it at all? Next time I'll gift…
Shen Xinghui: Just now you said, what do you want to gift me?
MC: …Nothing, I'm going to class now!
MC: Since you're already back, if your family’s retainers come looking for you again, I'm no longer lying for you.
Shen Xinghui: After I treat you to honey milk tea… help me with another favor?
MC: Say it…
Shen Xinghui: I'll say it tomorrow.
Shen Xinghui: Go to class. Tomorrow at noon, we'll meet at the base of the monument to the Holy Sword of the Goddess.
MC: …You wouldn’t, you want me to spar with you again don’t you!
Our old tale is found in the annals of Philos’ history.
Wandering bards sing of it throughout the land.
For hundreds of years, Philos’ throne sat empty. Now the crownless queen of legends foretold regains her scepter.
Philos is to be ushered in a new spring. In darkness does one claim a glimmer.
The new queen shall bring the dying Philos a chance to regain its former light and glory.
I sit on my cold throne. At the bottom of the steps is my Grandis Knight, Xavier. A queen’s coronation ceremony should be a day of bliss. Yet he chose today to bid me farewell.
MC: Are you not afraid the Backtrackers suspect you betrayed them for a private audience?
Xavier: They are aware. As a knight, it is my duty to attend to Your Majesty.
MC: …Are you truly leaving?
Xavier: The spaceship is ready.
MC: Your trip is one of danger and uncertainty!
Xavier: … Our safety is assured so long as Your Majesty doesn’t call our steel into battle.
“Your Majesty.” He addresses me with a cool indifference.
Actually, Xavier hasn’t addressed me with my name for years… And now, seeing him stand, I realize it’s been some time since I’ve gotten a good look at him.
MC: You’ve already made up your mind. In that case…
I rise from my throne and walk down the steps.
MC: I will tell the citizens.
I stand before Xavier.
MC: The Grandis Knight perished in battle. I shall give him the highest honor.
He smiles at me.
Xavier: Your Majesty has my gratitude.
The wind sweeps into the room, the tassel with a star-shaped charm swaying on his sword. Nightfall obscures the tassel, but I’ve seen it in my mind’s eye many a time.
MC: You still have that.
Xavier’s thumb brushes against the hilt of his sword.
Xavier: …Yes, I do.
I remember the first time I asked him about it. Long, long ago… We were but students at Astria Knyght Academy.
Winter’s snow melted, and wavyleaf sea lavenders sprouted around a statue—the Holy Sword of the Goddess. After hearing the Starhunters returned from their space expedition, I rushed out of my dorm and sprinted down Astroscience Avenue to the monument.
Students huddled in small groups, listening to Vice Captain Jeremiah brag about his adventures.
MC: Jeremiah! Where’s Xavier?
Jeremiah: Looking for our princely prefect, are you?
He checked his surroundings and scratched his head.
Jeremiah: Strange. He was here earlier…
I turned to look at the looming clock tower.
MC: I know where he is.
Must be at his secret hiding spot again.
I run to the clock tower, ignoring the shouts behind me.
Jeremiah: Don’t bother him! He’s injured. Near death’s door I’d say!
At the very pinnacle of the clock tower, Xavier sits on an edge.
MC: Why didn’t you tell me of your return? Planning to sulk in the shadows of a clock tower?
Xavier: You still sought after me even when I hadn’t said a single word.
He didn’t turn to face me, and his voice was surprisingly calm.
I sat down next to him. I watched as he reattached a tassel with a star-shaped charm to the hilt of his sword.
MC: (He must’ve been staring at it again…)
Xavier: What’s wrong? Did someone tease you?
I looked away.
MC: …Yes, you. Jeremiah said you were on death’s door. I was somewhat concerned. But here you are, hale and whole.
Xavier: I can be on death’s door and you would only be somewhat worried. I see.
MC: I won’t even bother fretting over you next time!
Xavier chuckled.
Xavier: Well, I was worried you desired revenge. Only an arm and a leg would suffice.
MC: If you are genuinely worried, then don’t keep us in the dark. And you owe me.
A month ago we had a break from our studies in the winter. The Wanderer attacks became more frequent on Philos. All students were to report their whereabouts to the Academy.
Xavier was the only one who did no such thing. A day after our winter vacation started, he quietly boarded the spaceship for the Starhunter expedition and disappeared into the starry sea. “Shh” was all he said to me when I happened to meet him by chance prior to his departure.
MC: The Academy and your family were relentless when they lost contact with you. I covered for you and worried about your safety…! Sleep has evaded me ever since!
The more I remembered, the greater my anger. But Xavier continued to laugh.
Xavier: You were quick to deflect any suspicions heading my way. Your next drink is my treat.
MC: Is that it?
Xavier: Would a piece of brown sugar cake satisfy you?
The gentle breeze passed us by, and his laugh only made me more upset… I decided not to forgive him just yet.
MC: Two pieces.
Xavier: All right.
MC: And you have to eat them with me.
Xavier: I’ll spend a whole week having my meals with you.
Closing his eyes, Xavier lay down on the platform.
Kindled
Xavier: It is unlike you to stare at me without saying a word. The breeze is delightful. Won’t you join me.
MC: Your family visited the Academy several times now. Something urgent might have occurred.
Xavier: …The Lightseekers will start their recruitment next month. Shouldn’t you be training? They only seek one new face.
MC: You always avoid talking about your family. Is there a reason…
MC: They say you have someone on your mind if you stare at an object for a long time.
Xavier: As I’ve told you before, it’s not what you think.
MC: This tassel is a living fossil. Your beloved… must like vintage things.
Xavier: Is that so? And may I ask what kind of tassel is popular nowadays with the townsfolk?
He flips over to his side, hand beneath his head, as he watches MC.
MC: (He’s avoiding the important part…)
MC: Simple, neat—just like the one on our uniforms.
Xavier: I never noticed. To be honest, your description matches this tassel.
MC: They are different! Are your eyes not working? I’d rather…
Xavier: And… What were you about to say?
MC: …I’m heading to my class now!
MC: Now that you’ve returned, you’re on your own when your family comes knocking.
Xavier: Since your next few drinks are my treat, may I ask for another favor?
MC: Go ahead.
Xavier: I’ll tell you later.
Xavier: Go to class. We’ll meet at noon tomorrow by the Holy Sword of the Goddess.
MC: Are you asking to spar once more?!
那是一段散落在菲罗斯星古老传说中的往事。
四方吟游的诗人将传说的碎片散落在大地上。
菲罗斯星的王座在空了几百年后，被传说所歌颂的女王终于重新执起权杖。
下一个春天即将到来，黑暗中，总有人能抓住光。
行将就木的菲罗斯宇宙即将在女王的引领下，重获昔日的光明与荣耀。
我坐在大殿高处，王座宽大而冰冷。阶梯下站着我的首席圣剑骑士，沈星回。
女王登基，这是万众欢腾的一天，而他却是来向我辞行的。
玩家: 你私自来见我，要是被你们回溯小组的人知道了，岂不是怀疑你背叛了他们。
沈星回: 他们知道。
沈星回: 而且，我毕竟还是菲罗斯的骑士，来觐见女王是本责。
玩家: ……你真的要走吗？
沈星回: 飞船已经准备出发了。
玩家: 可是，你要面对的是很危险的航行！
沈星回: ……
沈星回: 只要女王陛下不下令围剿，我们就会安全。
女王陛下，他使用这种疏离的称谓来称呼我。
这样想来，沈星回好像很久没有叫过我的名字了……
而此刻，我看着站在长阶下的他，忽然发现我似乎也很久没有看清过他的脸。
玩家: 既然你已经决定了，那……
我低头起身，走下台阶。
玩家: 我会传出消息，就说——
我来到沈星回面前站定。
玩家: 首席圣剑骑士为了对抗外敌，已经战死，给你最高的荣誉。
他对我笑了笑。
沈星回: 谢谢。
风吹进空旷的大殿，他剑柄上的星星剑穗微微摇晃。
夜色太暗，我看不清那剑穗的模样，但早就在脑海中描摹过上百遍。
玩家: 你还挂着这个。
沈星回的拇指擦过剑柄。
沈星回: ……习惯了。
我不由想起，当初第一次问起他关于这个剑穗的故事，还是在很久很久以前……
我们都还在阿斯翠亚圣骑士学校读书的时候。
一整个冬季的积雪融化，学校广场中央的女神圣剑碑下冒出一簇簇淡蓝色的星辰花。
猎星学院的星间巡游小队刚刚返航归来，得知这个消息后，我立即冲出学生宿舍，跑过长长的天极学街，来到圣剑碑下。
学生们正三两相聚地站在一起，听副队邱诺亚大肆炫耀他们这次巡游期间，应对各种空间危机的精彩画面。
玩家: 邱诺亚!沈星回呢?
邱诺亚: 找我们学级长?
他左右张望了两圈，挠挠头。
邱诺亚: 怪了，回来就不见人影了……
我扭头看向高高的钟楼。
玩家: 我知道了。
玩家: 肯定又一个人躲起来了。
我转身向钟楼跑去，听到身后传来喊声。
邱诺亚: 喂!他受伤了，半死不活的!你可千万别去找他麻烦啊!
爬到钟楼顶上，沈星回果然正坐在边缘吹风。
玩家: ……回来了也不告诉我，一个人在这里躲清闲。
沈星回: 就算没有告诉，不也找过来了么。
他没有回头，声音里充满不出意料的淡然。
我过去在他身边坐下，看到他正把手中的星星剑穗挂回剑柄上。
玩家: (一定又在盯着这条剑穗发呆……)
沈星回: 一来脸色就这么阴沉，谁欺负你了？
我挪开目光。
玩家: ……不就是你吗。
玩家: 刚才听邱诺亚说，你巡游回来受伤了，半死不活的，还害我担心了一小下。
玩家: 现在看，明明很完整。
沈星回: 原来我半死不活，也只能让你担心一小下。
玩家: ……现在连“一小下”都不想担心了!
沈星回笑笑。
沈星回: 我是害怕一回来就要被你拉着算账，卸掉胳膊和腿。
玩家: 既然知道，下次就不要瞒着大家涉险了。
玩家: 不过，的确是要和你算一算这笔账。
我们说的，是一个月前学校刚放冬假时的事。
如今菲罗斯星的流浪体灾变严重，为了确保安全，所有学生都要向学院汇报自己的假期去向。
然而只有沈星回，没有汇报，也没有任何交代，在放假第二天的一早就悄悄登上了猎星学院冬季巡游的飞船，消失在了群星之间。
除了临走前被我撞见时匆匆比的一个“嘘”，什么都没有留下。
玩家: 整整一个月，学校和你家里人都找不到你，就都来问我。
玩家: 我既要替你两边遮掩，又怕你们巡游时遇到危险，每天都过得心惊胆战……!
我越说越气，沈星回还一直笑。
沈星回: 多亏你能言善辩，演技上乘，帮我瞒过去了。
沈星回: 等下请你喝蜂蜜牛乳茶？
玩家: 只是这样？
沈星回: 不够吗，再加一块黑糖小方蛋糕？
浅浅的风吹过，沈星回笑得更可恶了……我决定不这么轻易饶过他。
玩家: 两块。
沈星回: 好。
玩家: 你陪我一起吃。
沈星回: 陪你连吃一个星期。
沈星回向后躺倒，闭上眼睛。
沈星回: 看着我不说话，有点不习惯这样的你。
沈星回: 风很舒服，不一起吗？
玩家: 最近你家里人来了好几次，说不定这次是真的有急事。
沈星回: ……下个月就是逐光骑士团的选拔了，你怎么不去练剑？
沈星回: 今年的名额只有一个。
玩家: 每次一提起你家的事，就岔开话题……
玩家: 大家都说，有了喜欢的人，才会经常对着什么东西走神。
沈星回: 说过很多次了，不是你想的那样。
玩家: 这剑穗是很久以前流行的款式，你心里的那个人……风格还挺复古的。
沈星回: 是么？那现在流行什么款式？
玩家: (哼，避重就轻……)
玩家: 简约的，线条干净，就像我们制服上的徽章一样。
沈星回: 没注意过，可听起来，和我现在这条也差不多。
玩家: 差远了!你真的一点也不了解吗？下次送……
沈星回: 刚才你说，要送我什么？
玩家: ……没什么，我要去上课了！
玩家: 反正你已经回来了，你家里人要是再来找你，我可不帮你说谎了。
沈星回: 等请你喝完蜂蜜牛乳茶……再帮我一个忙？
玩家: 你说吧……
沈星回: 明天再说。
沈星回: 去上课吧。明天中午，女神圣剑碑下见。
玩家: ……你不会，又要我和你比剑吧！
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