Shooting Stars: Chapter 2
Astria Knyght Academy is the oldest and most prestigious royal academy in the history of the planet Philos. The most renowned swordsmen and Grandis Knights in the planet’s history, for the most part, all graduated from it.
The Academy was established for the royal family’s “” to foster new knights. So, even though it was divided into the three schools of Starhunters, Moonchasers, and Rainbowrunners”, each focusing on teaching one of the three separate swordsmanship specializations: attack, support, and defense respectively, usually the students still value mutual cooperation, and are each other’s closest companions.
Despite that, in the eyes of this cohort’s students, everybody deems that I, the prefect of the Moonchaser , have an “” I with — the prefect of the Starhunter School, Xavier.
At noon of the next day, in the courtyard, at the base of the monument to the Holy Sword of the Goddess…
Student A: Hurry and come, the prefects from Moonchaser and Starhunter have started fighting again!
Student B: Our Starhunter prefect is Xavier, who is the Prince of Philos! Why does the one from Moonchaser always cause trouble for him?
Student C: So what if he's a Prince? Our Moonchaser prefect is also the Grandis Knight’s . When it comes to swordsmanship, it's difficult to tell who will lose and who will win.
Student A: But recently spring has come and , everything has been tranquil and well, what are they possibly fighting about again?
Student B: Next month, the Lightseekers’ preliminary selection trials are about to start; could they be fighting over the position?
They studied swordsmanship under the same master, isn't this just ?
Student A: …In the end, their relationship is just too poor.
Student B: Sigh, it's too poor…
Student C: Really way too poor…
The . Surrounded by row after row of onlookers, my hand presses against the hilt of my sword by my waist as I stand in the middle of the courtyard.
Across from me, Xavier's face is completely unmoved by any rumors or gossip.
Xavier: Later once we reach the thirtieth move, I'll reveal an opening to you.
Xavier: It's still that same move, ‘. You should defeat me during this move.
MC: …
I glance around at the people circling us, and cannot help but sigh.
MC: Xavier, every time you don't wish to go home, yet you can't find an excuse, you have me come and defeat you in public…
MC: …It’s precisely this reason that has caused everyone to think we have a bad relationship, even though we've studied together for so many years.
Xavier:…We study under the same master, and our master is also the current Grandis Knight.
Xavier: In the entire Academy, the only person who can possibly deal damage to me is you.
Xavier: If that changed to someone else, nobody would believe it.
MC: …Hmph.
Xavier: One last time.
MC: Previously, when you didn't want to take that culinary arts final exam, you also said it would be the last time!
MC: Because of that, the culinary arts teacher shouted and disciplined me for a whole afternoon, saying I was unfriendly to my classmates…
Xavier: …I'm sorry about that.
MC: You don't want to go back and see your father this badly? This must be the reason you snuck away with the patrol team.
Xavier: If it were possible, I would rather he had never been my .
Xavier lowers his head and lightly presses the hilt of his sword, his finger circling the star tassel hanging on it.
The swaying of that tassel… it was a little blinding to me.
MC: Alright… you said it, one last time.
MC: But this time, I also have a request.
Xavier: Say it.
I stare at that tassel for a little longer, then avert my gaze, using my thumb to push the hilt of the sword out of its sheath.
MC: I’ll say it after you lose. Let’s start.
Xavier: Then, the thirtieth move?
MC: No need. To defeat you, I don’t need to use thirty moves.
Later, when the Royal Messenger arrives at the school’s courtyard with the guards and pushes through the crowd of people to the front, this is what he sees…
Their Prince Xavier locked in battle with his own again, both their figures fast as lightning, their ever-colliding swords creating sparks resembling broken stars.
Royal Messenger: Why are they fighting again?
Though the Royal Messenger does not know swordsmanship, he can still see that the girl’s actions are swift and fierce, aggressive, while in comparison, the Prince seems to be in a disadvantageous position.
Royal Messenger: Strange, when did the Prince's swordsmanship get so poor…?
Beside his ears comes one cry after another, occasionally interspersed with exclamations like “How fierce!” and “No wonder they’re rivals.”
When the Royal Messenger takes a closer look, only then does he discover another strange thing—
While the girl’s moves seem fierce, due to her impatience, she keeps missing her opponent's vitals.
On the contrary, the suppressed Prince has a leisurely complexion, taking small, graceful steps, without even a bit of panic.
Xavier: Nineteenth…Twentieth…
Xavier: Twenty and a half. This move was countered early, I’ll count it as a half for you.
Xavier: There are only less than ten moves worth of chances left. Do you really not want me to go easy on you?
Royal Messenger: What is he saying… sigh, I’d better stop them first.
The royal decree he brought, after all, concerns Philos's entire future!
Royal Messenger: Go and separate them!
The Messenger waves his hand at the royal guards behind him, and two teams of guards uniformly run into the main square.
At this very moment, the girl is in the middle of a move, and to avoid the royal guards who had barged in, she twists her body towards the ground as she backs up.
The Prince, who has stayed calm and collected the entire time, finally panics. He rushes forward, looking like he is about to run into the tip of the girl's redirected sword.
Royal Messenger: Not good! Hurry hurry, protect His Highness the Prince!
At the command, the royal guards instantly change direction.
Amidst the surprised cries of the crowd of students watching, the courtyard .
I lean against the base of the Goddess of the Holy Sword monument, rubbing the ankle I had twisted earlier.
Xavier is thus suddenly ushered away by the Royal Messenger, our duel hastily concludes, and the onlookers also begin dispersing one after another.
Jeremiah: This time, we Starhunters went too far. Xavier, that person…
Jeremiah: Even if he wants to win the Lightseeker position, he still can’t call upon the palace's men to interrupt the competition! He’s completely lacking a knight's conscience.
MC: It's actually not what you think at all…
Jeremiah: You're still speaking up for him? Then let me remind you of a certain matter.
Jeremiah pauses, then leans on my shoulder, all secretive and mysterious.
Jeremiah: I'm only saying this because you’re a friend. Recently, there have been a lot of diplomats visiting from other places. I hear it's to discuss a marriage alliance.
Jeremiah: Xavier may be studying with us, but he is still the Prince. Just now when the Royal Messenger came to look for him, perhaps it was about this matter.
Jeremiah: If you really feel… for him, then you'll have to work harder. Do you need me to help?
MC: …
Xavier: What are you talking about?
MC: Xavier?
Hearing this voice, I instantly stand straight up.
MC: You and the Messenger finished talking so.
Xavier is silent. His gaze lands on my face, drops down to the hand on my shoulder, and then follows the suddenly-stiff arm to Jeremiah's tense face.
Finally, he .
Jeremiah: …Don't glare at me. You injured the person and then walked away. Of course, somebody needs to take care of it.
Jeremiah: I'll say, your method is ; just now, she was even crying from the pain.
MC: (Jeremiah is exaggerating a little too much…)
Xavier: Thanks so much for your trouble.
Xavier's voice is even as he pinches one of Jeremiah's fingers and removes his hand from my shoulder.
Xavier: It’s my junior, I’ll take care of her myself.
Jeremiah: I was just being kind.
The central courtyard is so huge, but Xavier insists on walking right in between me and Jeremiah, and conveniently pulls me away.
MC: Eh, Xavier…
Xavier: You have so much kindness, why not use it on your own .
Astria Knyght Academy is the oldest and most prestigious royal academy in the history of the planet Philos. The most renowned swordsmen and Grandis Knights in the planet’s history, for the most part, all graduated from it.
The Academy was established for the royal family’s “” to foster new knights. So, even though it was divided into the three schools of Starhunters, Moonchasers, and Rainbowrunners”, each focusing on teaching one of the three separate swordsmanship specializations: attack, support, and defense respectively, usually the students still value mutual cooperation, and are each other’s closest companions.
Despite that, in the eyes of this cohort’s students, everybody deems that I, the prefect of the Moonchaser , have an “” I with — the prefect of the Starhunter School, Shen Xinghui.
At noon of the next day, in the courtyard, at the base of the monument to the Holy Sword of the Goddess…
Student A: Hurry and come, the prefects from Moonchaser and Starhunter have started fighting again!
Student B: Our Starhunter prefect is Shen Xinghui, who is the Prince of Philos! Why does the one from Moonchaser always cause trouble for him?
Student C: So what if he's a Prince? Our Moonchaser prefect is also the Grandis Knight’s . When it comes to swordsmanship, it's difficult to tell who will lose and who will win.
Student A: But recently spring has come and , everything has been tranquil and well, what are they possibly fighting about again?
Student B: Next month, the Lightseekers’ preliminary selection trials are about to start; could they be fighting over the position?
They studied swordsmanship under the same master, isn't this just ?
Student A: …In the end, their relationship is just too poor.
Student B: Sigh, it's too poor…
Student C: Really way too poor…
The . Surrounded by row after row of onlookers, my hand presses against the hilt of my sword by my waist as I stand in the middle of the courtyard.
Across from me, Shen Xinghui's face is completely unmoved by any rumors or gossip.
Shen Xinghui: Later once we reach the thirtieth move, I'll reveal an opening to you.
Shen Xinghui: It's still that same move, ‘. You should defeat me during this move.
MC: …
I glance around at the people circling us, and cannot help but sigh.
MC: Shen Xinghui, every time you don't wish to go home, yet you can't find an excuse, you have me come and defeat you in public…
MC: …It’s precisely this reason that has caused everyone to think we have a bad relationship, even though we've studied together for so many years.
Shen Xinghui:…We study under the same master, and our master is also the current Grandis Knight.
Shen Xinghui: In the entire Academy, the only person who can possibly deal damage to me is you.
Shen Xinghui: If that changed to someone else, nobody would believe it.
MC: …Hmph.
Shen Xinghui: One last time.
MC: Previously, when you didn't want to take that culinary arts final exam, you also said it would be the last time!
MC: Because of that, the culinary arts teacher shouted and disciplined me for a whole afternoon, saying I was unfriendly to my classmates…
Shen Xinghui: …I'm sorry about that.
MC: You don't want to go back and see your father this badly? This must be the reason you snuck away with the patrol team.
Shen Xinghui: If it were possible, I would rather he had never been my .
Shen Xinghui lowers his head and lightly presses the hilt of his sword, his finger circling the star tassel hanging on it.
The swaying of that tassel… it was a little blinding to me.
MC: Alright… you said it, one last time.
MC: But this time, I also have a request.
Shen Xinghui: Say it.
I stare at that tassel for a little longer, then avert my gaze, using my thumb to push the hilt of the sword out of its sheath.
MC: I’ll say it after you lose. Let’s start.
Shen Xinghui: Then, the thirtieth move?
MC: No need. To defeat you, I don’t need to use thirty moves.
Later, when the Royal Messenger arrives at the school’s courtyard with the guards and pushes through the crowd of people to the front, this is what he sees…
Their Prince Shen Xinghui locked in battle with his own again, both their figures fast as lightning, their ever-colliding swords creating sparks resembling broken stars.
Royal Messenger: Why are they fighting again?
Though the Royal Messenger does not know swordsmanship, he can still see that the girl’s actions are swift and fierce, aggressive, while in comparison, the Prince seems to be in a disadvantageous position.
Royal Messenger: Strange, when did the Prince's swordsmanship get so poor…?
Beside his ears comes one cry after another, occasionally interspersed with exclamations like “How fierce!” and “No wonder they’re rivals.”
When the Royal Messenger takes a closer look, only then does he discover another strange thing—
While the girl’s moves seem fierce, due to her impatience, she keeps missing her opponent's vitals.
On the contrary, the suppressed Prince has a leisurely complexion, taking small, graceful steps, without even a bit of panic.
Shen Xinghui: Nineteenth…Twentieth…
Shen Xinghui: Twenty and a half. This move was countered early, I’ll count it as a half for you.
Shen Xinghui: There are only less than ten moves worth of chances left. Do you really not want me to go easy on you?
Royal Messenger: What is he saying… sigh, I’d better stop them first.
The royal decree he brought, after all, concerns Philos's entire future!
Royal Messenger: Go and separate them!
The Messenger waves his hand at the royal guards behind him, and two teams of guards uniformly run into the main square.
At this very moment, the girl is in the middle of a move, and to avoid the royal guards who had barged in, she twists her body towards the ground as she backs up.
The Prince, who has stayed calm and collected the entire time, finally panics. He rushes forward, looking like he is about to run into the tip of the girl's redirected sword.
Royal Messenger: Not good! Hurry hurry, protect His Highness the Prince!
At the command, the royal guards instantly change direction.
Amidst the surprised cries of the crowd of students watching, the courtyard .
I lean against the base of the Goddess of the Holy Sword monument, rubbing the ankle I had twisted earlier.
Shen Xinghui is thus suddenly ushered away by the Royal Messenger, our duel hastily concludes, and the onlookers also begin dispersing one after another.
Jeremiah: This time, we Starhunters went too far. Shen Xinghui, that person…
Jeremiah: Even if he wants to win the Lightseeker position, he still can’t call upon the palace's men to interrupt the competition! He’s completely lacking a knight's conscience.
MC: It's actually not what you think at all…
Jeremiah: You're still speaking up for him? Then let me remind you of a certain matter.
Jeremiah pauses, then leans on my shoulder, all secretive and mysterious.
Jeremiah: I'm only saying this because you’re a friend. Recently, there have been a lot of diplomats visiting from other places. I hear it's to discuss a marriage alliance.
Jeremiah: Shen Xinghui may be studying with us, but he is still the Prince. Just now when the Royal Messenger came to look for him, perhaps it was about this matter.
Jeremiah: If you really feel… for him, then you'll have to work harder. Do you need me to help?
MC: …
Shen Xinghui: What are you talking about?
MC: Shen Xinghui?
Hearing this voice, I instantly stand straight up.
MC: You and the Messenger finished talking so
Shen Xinghui is silent. His gaze lands on my face, drops down to the hand on my shoulder, and then follows the suddenly-stiff arm to Jeremiah's tense face.
Finally, he
Jeremiah: …Don't glare at me. You injured the person and then walked away. Of course, somebody needs to take care of it.
Jeremiah: I'll say, your method is ; just now, she was even crying from the pain.
MC: (Jeremiah is exaggerating a little too much…)
Shen Xinghui: Thanks so much for your trouble.
Shen Xinghui's voice is even as he pinches one of Jeremiah's fingers and removes his hand from my shoulder.
Shen Xinghui: It’s my junior, I’ll take care of her myself.
Jeremiah: I was just being kind.
The central courtyard is so huge, but Shen Xinghui insists on walking right in between me and Jeremiah, and conveniently pulls me away.
MC: Eh, Shen Xinghui…
Shen Xinghui: You have so much kindness, why not use it on your own .
Astria Knyght Academy is the oldest, most prestigious institution in Philos. Many of the planet’s swordmasters and Grandis Knights studied and graduated from the Academy.
It was established to train knights for the Order of Lightseekers who answer only to the royal family. The Academy’s three student houses specialize in various branches of swordsmanship. The Starhunters specialize in the Strengthe Style. Moonchasers specialize in the Supporto Style, and the Rainbowrunners in the Defensa Style. However, everyone regards one another with respect and is willing to work together.
Yet this year’s students thought I, the Moonchaser prefect, had an archnemesis…
In other words, I had a supposed rivalry with the Starhunter prefect, Xavier.
The next day, noon, by the Holy Sword of the Goddess in the Academy’s central plaza…
Student A: Hurry, everyone! The Moonchaser and Starhunter prefects are fighting again!
Student B: Why does a Moonchaser always pester His Highness, Prince Xavier?
Student C: Our prefect is a student of the Grandis Knight. When swordsmanship’s involved, it’s hard to say who wins.
Student A: It’s been quiet. Why are they fighting now?
Student B: The preliminary rounds to join the Lightseekers are about to start. Maybe they’re settling who takes the spot?
Student C: Don’t they have the same teacher…? They should make better use of their time.
Student A: …They probably despise each other.
Student B: That has to be it…
Student C: They must truly hate each other then…
I stood amidst the ocean of people, holding the sword at my waist.
Standing across from me was Xavier, unperturbed by the gossip.
Xavier: My weak point will be revealed by your thirtieth move. Strike me down before my Comet Trail determines the outcome of our battle.
MC: …
I couldn’t help but sigh after glancing at those around me.
MC: Why do you always request a public beating when there’s no excuse not to go home, Xavier? Everyone and their mother believe we hate each other.
Xavier: …We both attend the Academy, and the Grandis Knight is our teacher. You are the only one who has a chance of winning against me. Losing to a stranger would be unheard of.
MC: Hmph!
Xavier: This shall be our last duel.
MC: You said the same words upon refusing to take the final exam for culinary arts! The professor spent the entire afternoon scolding me for bullying my classmates…
Xavier: …I’m sorry.
MC: Do you refuse to meet His Majesty? That’s why you snuck out with the expedition team.
Xavier: I wish he was never my father.
Xavier lowered his head and caressed the sword hilt, his fingers touching the tassel. The star-shaped charm shone bright, almost blinding me.
MC: All right. However, this is the last time. I also have a request.
Xavier: Go on.
I stared at the tassel for some time, then shifted my gaze elsewhere. With a flick of my wrist, I unsheathed my sword.
MC: I’ll tell you when you lose. Let’s get started.
Xavier: So, what is to be your thirtieth move?
MC: Don’t go easy on me. I’ll defeat you in less than thirty.
Later, when the Royal Messenger arrived at the Academy with the guards. Pushing away the crowd, they saw… His Highness Prince Xavier had challenged his classmate to another duel. They moved quick as lightning, sparks flying off their swords.
Royal Messenger: Another clash of steel? For what?
While the Royal Messenger knew little of swords, he noted the girl’s strikes were fast and aggressive. His Highness was at a disadvantage.
Royal Messenger: Strange… His Highness was never a poor fighter…
Meanwhile, the crowd was swept up in the spectacle.
“How ruthless!”
“They certainly are rivals!”
Upon a closer look, the Royal Messenger discovered something peculiar… Though the girl’s offensive was good, her impatience prevented her from landing a decisive blow. His Highness simply stayed calm and was quick on his feet. He showed no signs of panic.
Xavier: Nineteen… Twenty. Twenty and a half. I parried it, so only half counts. Verily, less than ten moves remaining. Should I not go easy on you now?
Royal Messenger: What is he… Sign time to put an end to this.
The royal decree he brought today was related to the future of Philos.
Royal Messenger: Separate them!
The Royal Messenger gestured to the guards behind him. They immediately interrupted the duel.
About to unleash a technique, the girl forced herself to stumble so she wouldn’t hit the guards. Panic finally appeared on the Prince’s face. He rushed forward, putting himself in the path of the girl’s sword.
Royal Messenger: Protect His Highness!
The guards did as they were told. The Academy’s central plaza was plunged into chaos, onlookers screaming.
I leaned against the Holy Sword of the Goddess and rubbed my sprained ankle.
Xavier was taken away by the Royal Messenger. Our duel ended with no clear winner, and the crowd quickly left.
Jeremiah: We went too far this time. It’s unbelievable Prince Xavier would have the gall… Even if the position of Lightseeker is at stake, His Highness can’t just ask servants to interrupt.
MC: It’s not like that at all…
Jeremiah: Still defending him? Don’t forget…
Jeremiah paused, then suddenly put an arm around my shoulder.
Jeremiah: I’m only saying this because we’re friends. Rumors speak of ambassadors talking of an arranged marriage. Attending the Academy doesn’t change how Xavier is of royal blood. The guards must be having a word or two with him about it. If you’re desperate to ask him… You’ll require more than luck. Do you need my help?
MC: …
Xavier: What are you two talking about?
MC: Xavier?
I immediately stood up.
MC: You had a rather short chat with the Royal Messenger.
Xavier remained quiet. His gaze moved from my face to the arm around my shoulder to Jeremiah’s pensive expression. I could sense the hostility.
Jeremiah: Don’t glare at me. Your Highness left her injured. Someone has to step up. She was drowning in a pool of tears because of Your Highness’s lack of mercy.
MC: (Jeremiah is exaggerating…)
Xavier: It’s a shame your kindness was wasted.
Xavier responded in a monotone voice as he pushed Jeremiah’s arm off my shoulder.
Xavier: I should provide succor for my junior.
Jeremiah: I was only acting out of the kindness of my heart.
The plaza was enormous, yet Xavier insisted on passing through between Jeremiah and me and dragged me away.
MC: Xavier…
Xavier: Aid your junior instead of mine in her moments of distress if your heart is so full of compassion, then.
阿斯翠亚圣骑士学校是菲罗斯星上历史最悠久，也最具荣光的皇家学校，星球历代的剑术大师、首席圣剑骑士，大多都是师出于此。
学校的设立是为了给王室的“逐光骑士团”培养骑士，所以，尽管分成了猎星、逐月和飞虹三个学院，分别传授剑术中的进攻、援护和防守三个不同方向，但平时，学生之间依旧很注重互相的配合，是彼此最亲密的伙伴。
然而在这一届的学生们眼里，所有人却都认为……我，逐月学院的学级长，有一个水火不容的“死对头”——猎星学院的学级长，沈星回。
第二天中午，中央广场，女神圣剑碑下……
学生1: 快来快来，逐月的学级长和猎星的又打起来了!
学生2: 我们猎星的学级长可是沈星回，是菲罗斯的王子诶!逐月的怎么总找他麻烦？
学生3: 王子怎么了？我们逐月的学级长也是圣剑骑士的关门弟子，论剑术，说不好谁输谁赢。
学生1: 但最近春暖花开，风平浪静的，他们又打什么？
学生2: 下个月逐光骑士团的预备选拔赛就要开始了，难道是为了争名额？
学生3: 他们的剑术是同一个师父教的，这不是同门相残吗。
学生1: ……说到底，还是关系太差了。
学生2: 唉，太差了……
学生3: 真的太差了……
人潮鼎沸，一圈又一圈的包围中，我按着腰侧的剑柄站在广场中央。
对面，是沈星回那张毫不为流言蜚语所动的脸。
沈星回: 等会儿出到第三十招，我就把破绽露给你。
沈星回: 还是那招“彗星落尾”，你就在这一招把我击败。
玩家: ……
我环视了一圈周围的人，不禁叹气。
玩家: 沈星回，每次你不想回家，又找不到借口时，就要我来在大庭广众之下把你击败……
玩家: ……就是这个原因，才导致一起读了这么多年书，大家都以为我们关系很差。
沈星回: ……我们是同门，师父又是当今的首席圣剑骑士。
沈星回: 全学校唯一有可能把我打伤的只有你。
沈星回: 换了别人，不会有人相信。
玩家: ……哼。
沈星回: 最后一次。
玩家: 之前你不想考烹饪课的期末考试时，也说是最后一次!
玩家: 害得后来，烹饪老师还把我喊去教育了一下午，说我对同学不友好……
沈星回: ……不好意思。
玩家: 你就这么不想回去见你父亲？偷偷跑去巡游小队也是这个原因。
沈星回: 如果可以，我宁愿他从来没有做过我的父亲。
沈星回低头轻轻按住剑柄，手指绕着上面挂的星星剑穗。
那剑穗晃得我……有些刺眼。
玩家: 好吧……你说的，最后一次。
玩家: 但这次，我也有一个要求。
沈星回: 你说。
我又盯着剑穗看了一会儿，才挪开眼睛，拇指顶开剑柄。
玩家: 等你输了再说。开始吧。
沈星回: 那，第三十招？
玩家: 不用。要击败你，我用不了三十招。
后来，当王室的传令官带着卫队来到学院广场上，摒开重重人群来到前排时，看到的便是这样
他们的王子沈星回，又在和自己的同门师妹缠斗在一起，两个身形快如光电，剑锋不断撞击出碎星般的火花。
传令官: 怎么又打起来了？
传令官虽不懂剑法，却也能看出少女出手快而凌厉，气势汹汹，相比之下，王子倒是身处下风了。
传令官: 奇怪，王子的剑术什么时候这么差了……
耳旁的惊呼此起彼伏，不时夹杂几句“出手好狠啊”，“不愧是死对头”的叹息。
等传令官又一细看，才发现另一个古怪的地方——
少女出手看似凶狠，却因为急躁，总是避开对方的要害。
反而是被压制的王子面色款款，步履轻盈，丝毫没有慌乱。
沈星回: 第19……20。
沈星回: 20.5，这招提前破了，算你一半。
沈星回: 只剩不到10招的机会了，真的不用我让吗？
传令官: 这是在说什么……唉，还是先让他们停一停吧。
他带来的这份王令，可关乎着菲罗斯星未来的大事!
传令官: 去把他们分开!
传令官对着身后的卫队挥手，两队侍卫齐齐跑入场中。
而此时那少女一招正出到一半，为了避开插进来的侍卫，后退时身子蓦地一歪。
始终保持淡定的王子终于慌了，赶忙上前，眼看就要撞在少女走偏的剑尖上。
传令官: 不好!快快，保护王子殿下——!
一声令下，侍卫们又立即调转了方向。
在围观学生们的惊呼声中，广场上，兵荒马乱。
我倚在女神圣剑碑下，揉着刚才扭了的脚腕。
沈星回就这样突然地被传令官请走了，比试草草收场，看热闹的人群也陆续散去。
邱诺亚: 这次是我们猎星的过分了，沈星回这个人……
邱诺亚: 就算为了抢逐光骑士团的名额，也不能叫王宫里的人来突然打断比赛啊!简直没有骑士精神。
玩家: 其实不是你想的那样……
邱诺亚: 你还帮他说话？那我得提醒你个事了。
邱诺亚顿了顿，神神秘秘地搭住我的肩。
邱诺亚: 我是拿你当朋友才和你说的，最近有很多从其他地方来访的使团，听说是商量联姻。
邱诺亚: 沈星回虽然和我们一起上学，但他到底是王子，刚才王宫来人找他，说不定就是为了这个。
邱诺亚: 你要是真的对他……那可要加油了，用不用我帮忙？
玩家: ……
沈星回: 在聊什么？
玩家: 沈星回？
听到这个声音我立刻站直。
玩家: 你和传令官这么快就谈好啦。
沈星回沉默不语，目光落在我脸上，然后垂到搭在我肩头的手，再顺着那条突然僵直的手臂，转移到邱诺亚紧绷的脸上。
最终，发射出不友善的信号。
邱诺亚: ……别瞪我，你把人打伤就走了，总要有人来照顾一下。
邱诺亚: 我说，你下手可真黑，刚才她都疼哭了。
玩家: (邱诺亚也太夸张了点……)
沈星回: 真是让你费心了。
沈星回声音平平的，捏起邱诺亚一根手指从我肩头拎开。
沈星回: 我的师妹，我自己会照顾。
邱诺亚: 我可是好心。
中央广场这么宽阔，沈星回偏要从我和邱诺亚中间穿过，还顺手拉走了我。
玩家: 哎，沈星回……
沈星回: 你有这么多好心，不如用在自己的师妹身上。
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