Shooting Stars: Chapter 3
For as long as I can remember, I have been learning swordsmanship at my master's side. He is the grandmaster of swordsmanship on Philos, and also the Grandis Knight of the Lightseekers, as well as the person by the King’s side who the King trusts most.
I had known from a long time ago that I have a named Xavier; he is Philos's prince, his swordsmanship is also and very impressive.
But in the many years after that, I had never met him at all, but my master said protecting him will be my duty in the future.
Because in the future, he will become the King of all of Philos.
And my mission is to become the bravest, most reliable, and most loyal Grandis Knight by his side.
Later that day, Xavier gives me a piggyback ride and we return to our master's mansion.
MC: Xavier, I can really walk by myself…
Xavier: Did you really cry just now?
MC: It's all just Jeremiah overexaggerating. You really believed it?
Xavier: Then let me see.
Xavier puts me down and moves in close.
Xavier: The corners of your eyes are so red, if you didn't cry, that probably means you’re ill.
MC: I'm clearly completely fine.
Most of the light is blocked by his figure. He cups my cheek, presses his thumb on my lower eyelid, and solemnly stares at me for quite some time.
And then—
, he blows a breath of air directly into my eyes.
MC: Xavier, you…!
Xavier: So, it’s because there was a strange person's shadow inside.
Xavier: Now it's fine.
MC: What strange person? Surely you're not talking about Jeremiah?
Xavier: Leaning so close to you for no reason, and even putting an arm around your . Is he not strange?
MC: …Suddenly saying that with a serious face, I think you're the strangest one instead.
I pretend like I’m going to tease Xavier, but he surprisingly just stands there, and then cushions my body as he falls on the carpet.
MC: …!
MC: You… Why didn't you dodge?
Xavier: If it's sprained a second time, it'll be difficult to completely heal.
MC: But if you also get injured, Master will surely not forgive us, he will surely nag us again—
Xavier: “The Grandis Knight is a sharp blade in the King's hands. .”
Xavier: I can recite it from memory even .
MC: Oh right… is Master returning soon?
MC: The technique he taught me, I haven't practiced thoroughly. If my homework is checked, I'm doomed…
Xavier: Master is leading the knights on an expedition; he won't be back for a while.
Master: …Cough.
Xavier: Master? You've returned early?
MC: That… Congratulations on your triumphant return!
Master: Who taught you that knights salute while sprawled on the carpet?
Master: Stand up.
Perhaps it’s to celebrate the triumphant victory; tonight’s dinner at Master's place is particularly sumptuous.
He has waged war for so many years, even when he changes out of his armor and sits at the welcoming dining table, he is still shrouded by an intimidating aura of death.
Xavier: Master, did the Knights' expedition go smoothly this time?
Master: The Knights were on the way back when we received a secret order, saying a member of the royal family had gone missing, feared to be amongst the stars, and ordered us to find them.
Master: If it were not for this matter's interruption, I'm afraid it would have been much smoother.
Master: So how was it? You've spent the entire winter patrolling the stars in space; have you any insights?
I can’t help but hold my fork tighter.
Based on past experience, the more casually Master speaks of a matter, the more serious it signifies. This meal tonight is destined to be hard to swallow.
Xavier: Regarding this matter, I did indeed do wrong…
I glance across the dining table, and only see that Xavier has just stuffed a piece of roast chicken into his mouth, his expression heavy as he chews.
Xavier: Philos's galactic starfield is vast, and the school's patrol teams are limited. Next time, I should just go with the Knights.
Master: Hmph. I, on the other hand, may not even be willing to bring you.
Master knows Xavier habitually avoids serious matters and focuses on , so he turns to me.
Master: And you, how did your ankle get sprained?
MC: Me? ...I was careless while training.
Master: So hardworking. So, who won today's contest?
MC: We didn't compete!
Xavier: I'm the one who forced her…!
Xavier and I unwittingly interrupt each other, and amidst a , we exchange a glance that says, “"
Master: This is the first time I've ever heard that a Grandis Knight was used for the purpose of helping a King skip class.
Master: Since you both love competing so much, how could a draw be sufficient.
Master: Why not go back out and exchange another thousand moves. If victory is not decided, then don't come back.
Xavier and I glance at each other, resentfully put our cutlery down, and get up to leave the table.
Without having lifted a foot to take a step, an unnatural sigh comes from behind us.
Master: Eat your fill and then go.
The Holy Sword of the Goddess Monument stands tall under the night sky. Two swords collide with a ‘clang’, producing sparks like bright starlight.
Xavier takes two steps back, and steadies his body.
MC: Xavier, you lost again.
Xavier: How wonderful, you won again.
I catch my breath, rubbing my sore forearm, and raise my sword once more.
MC: Again.
Xavier: You really want to exchange a thousand moves with me? You listen to everything Master says.
MC: I listen to my senior too; otherwise, how would I have gotten hurt.
Xavier: Then your senior wants you to sit down and rest right now, will you listen?
He gently tilts his chin towards my hands still holding the sword.
Xavier: At the very least, let's deal with the bloody blisters on your hands.
At the base of the Holy Sword of the Goddess monument, Xavier and I sit shoulder to shoulder.
He pinches my fingertip, sprinkling medicinal powder over my bloody blistered palms.
MC: Hiss… You sprinkled too much, it hurts.
Xavier: Seeing you so persistent, I actually thought you didn't know pain.
MC: Master punishing me is one thing, even you have …
Xavier holds the back of my hand, and begins to carefully wrap the bandage.
I turn my head towards the tall sword monument behind me.
MC: But honestly, I can understand his intentions.
MC: This Holy Sword of the Goddess monument is from the swords of Philos’s Grandis Knights who’ve fallen in battle.
MC: Master made us train here because he wanted me to not forget—
MC: A knight's sword must point towards the place the King points.
Xavier: But you aren't a knight.
MC:
I hug my knees and rest on my forearms, admiring the focused expression Xavier has while bandaging my wounds.
MC: Oh right, this time your family’s retainers came looking for you; what was the matter?
Xavier: It's still that same line, asking I return.
Xavier: The Royal Messenger said the is already being prepared.
MC: The Titulus Ceremony?! This is a big deal, so suddenly…
Although Xavier is Philos's only prince, there are many etiquettes when it comes to the royal family. From “Prince” to “Crown Prince,” the difference is only one word, but not a single one of the convoluted formalities can be missed.
Ancient maple vines are entangled around the sword monument. There are fireflies flying out from under the leaves.
Starry specks of light cover Xavier's face, but his eyes dim for a moment.
Xavier: This time, he might really not make it.
This “he” is referring to Xavier's father—Philos's King.
But for a long time now, Xavier and his father's relationship has been a taboo topic that could not be mentioned.
MC: Then, this time… will you go back?
Xavier shakes his head.
Xavier: That incident—there’s no way for me to forget it.
For as long as I can remember, I have been learning swordsmanship at my master's side. He is the grandmaster of swordsmanship on Philos, and also the Grandis Knight of the Lightseekers, as well as the person by the King’s side who the King trusts most.
I had known from a long time ago that I have a named Shen Xinghui; he is Philos's prince, his swordsmanship is also and very impressive.
But in the many years after that, I had never met him at all, but my master said protecting him will be my duty in the future.
Because in the future, he will become the King of all of Philos.
And my mission is to become the bravest, most reliable, and most loyal Grandis Knight by his side.
Later that day, Shen Xinghui gives me a piggyback ride and we return to our master's mansion.
MC: Shen Xinghui, I can really walk by myself…
Shen Xinghui: Did you really cry just now?
MC: It's all just Jeremiah overexaggerating. You really believed it?
Shen Xinghui: Then let me see.
Shen Xinghui puts me down and moves in close.
Shen Xinghui: The corners of your eyes are so red, if you didn't cry, that probably means you’re ill.
MC: I'm clearly completely fine.
Most of the light is blocked by his figure. He cups my cheek, presses his thumb on my lower eyelid, and solemnly stares at me for quite some time.
And then—
, he blows a breath of air directly into my eyes.
MC: Shen Xinghui, you…!
Shen Xinghui: So, it’s because there was a strange person's shadow inside.
Shen Xinghui: Now it's fine.
MC: What strange person? Surely you're not talking about Jeremiah?
Shen Xinghui: Leaning so close to you for no reason, and even putting an arm around your . Is he not strange?
MC: …Suddenly saying that with a serious face, I think you're the strangest one instead.
I pretend like I’m going to tease Shen Xinghui, but he surprisingly just stands there, and then cushions my body as he falls on the carpet.
MC: …!
MC: You… Why didn't you dodge?
Shen Xinghui: If it's sprained a second time, it'll be difficult to completely heal.
MC: But if you also get injured, Master will surely not forgive us, he will surely nag us again—
Shen Xinghui: “The Grandis Knight is a sharp blade in the King's hands. .”
Shen Xinghui: I can recite it from memory even .
MC: Oh right… is Master returning soon?
MC: The technique he taught me, I haven't practiced thoroughly. If my homework is checked, I'm doomed…
Shen Xinghui: Master is leading the knights on an expedition; he won't be back for a while.
Master: …Cough.
Shen Xinghui: Master? You've returned early?
MC: That… Congratulations on your triumphant return!
Master: Who taught you that knights salute while sprawled on the carpet?
Master: Stand up.
Perhaps it’s to celebrate the triumphant victory; tonight’s dinner at Master's place is particularly sumptuous.
He has waged war for so many years, even when he changes out of his armor and sits at the welcoming dining table, he is still shrouded by an intimidating aura of death.
Shen Xinghui: Master, did the Knights' expedition go smoothly this time?
Master: The Knights were on the way back when we received a secret order, saying a member of the royal family had gone missing, feared to be amongst the stars, and ordered us to find them.
Master: If it were not for this matter's interruption, I'm afraid it would have been much smoother.
Master: So how was it? You've spent the entire winter patrolling the stars in space; have you any insights?
I can’t help but hold my fork tighter.
Based on past experience, the more casually Master speaks of a matter, the more serious it signifies. This meal tonight is destined to be hard to swallow.
Shen Xinghui: Regarding this matter, I did indeed do wrong…
I glance across the dining table, and only see that Shen Xinghui has just stuffed a piece of roast chicken into his mouth, his expression heavy as he chews.
Shen Xinghui: Philos's galactic starfield is vast, and the school's patrol teams are limited. Next time, I should just go with the Knights.
Master: Hmph. I, on the other hand, may not even be willing to bring you.
Master knows Shen Xinghui habitually avoids serious matters and focuses on , so he turns to me.
Master: And you, how did your ankle get sprained?
MC: Me? ...I was careless while training.
Master: So hardworking. So, who won today's contest?
MC: We didn't compete!
Shen Xinghui: I'm the one who forced her…!
Shen Xinghui and I unwittingly interrupt each other, and amidst a , we exchange a glance that says, “"
Master: This is the first time I've ever heard that a Grandis Knight was used for the purpose of helping a King skip class.
Master: Since you both love competing so much, how could a draw be sufficient.
Master: Why not go back out and exchange another thousand moves. If victory is not decided, then don't come back.
Shen Xinghui and I glance at each other, resentfully put our cutlery down, and get up to leave the table.
Without having lifted a foot to take a step, an unnatural sigh comes from behind us.
Master: Eat your fill and then go.
The Holy Sword of the Goddess Monument stands tall under the night sky. Two swords collide with a ‘clang’, producing sparks like bright starlight.
Shen Xinghui takes two steps back, and steadies his body.
MC: Shen Xinghui, you lost again.
Shen Xinghui: How wonderful, you won again.
I catch my breath, rubbing my sore forearm, and raise my sword once more.
MC: Again.
Shen Xinghui: You really want to exchange a thousand moves with me? You listen to everything Master says.
MC: I listen to my senior too; otherwise, how would I have gotten hurt.
Shen Xinghui: Then your senior wants you to sit down and rest right now, will you listen?
He gently tilts his chin towards my hands still holding the sword.
Shen Xinghui: At the very least, let's deal with the bloody blisters on your hands.
At the base of the Holy Sword of the Goddess monument, Shen Xinghui and I sit shoulder to shoulder.
He pinches my fingertip, sprinkling medicinal powder over my bloody blistered palms.
MC: Hiss… You sprinkled too much, it hurts.
Shen Xinghui: Seeing you so persistent, I actually thought you didn't know pain.
MC: Master punishing me is one thing, even you have …
Shen Xinghui holds the back of my hand, and begins to carefully wrap the bandage.
I turn my head towards the tall sword monument behind me.
MC: But honestly, I can understand his intentions.
MC: This Holy Sword of the Goddess monument is from the swords of Philos’s Grandis Knights who’ve fallen in battle.
MC: Master made us train here because he wanted me to not forget—
MC: A knight's sword must point towards the place the King points.
Shen Xinghui: But you aren't a knight.
MC:
I hug my knees and rest on my forearms, admiring the focused expression Shen Xinghui has while bandaging my wounds.
MC: Oh right, this time your family’s retainers came looking for you; what was the matter?
Shen Xinghui: It's still that same line, asking I return.
Shen Xinghui: The Royal Messenger said the is already being prepared.
MC: The Titulus Ceremony?! This is a big deal, so suddenly…
Although Shen Xinghui is Philos's only prince, there are many etiquettes when it comes to the royal family. From “Prince” to “Crown Prince,” the difference is only one word, but not a single one of the convoluted formalities can be missed.
Ancient maple vines are entangled around the sword monument. There are fireflies flying out from under the leaves.
Starry specks of light cover Shen Xinghui's face, but his eyes dim for a moment.
Shen Xinghui: This time, he might really not make it.
This “he” is referring to Shen Xinghui's father—Philos's King.
But for a long time now, Shen Xinghui and his father's relationship has been a taboo topic that could not be mentioned.
MC: Then, this time… will you go back?
Shen Xinghui shakes his head.
Shen Xinghui: That incident—there’s no way for me to forget it.
I had been learning swordsmanship from my teacher for as long as I could remember. My teacher was one of the greatest sword masters of Philos. He was also the Grand Knight of the Lightseeker Legion, and one of the King’s most trusted men.
I had known for a long time that I had a classmate named Xavier who was a prince of Philos, and whose swordsmanship was top-notch. But I didn’t see him for many years. My teacher said it would be my duty to protect him in the future.
Because he would be the future King of Philos.
And my destiny was to become his bravest, staunchest, and trustiest Grand Knight.
Later that day, Xavier gave me a piggyback ride to my teacher’s house.
MC: Xavier, my legs can walk just fine…
Xavier: Were you actually crying back there?
MC: Jeremiah was saying nonsense. Do you actually believe him?
Xavier: Let me check.
Xavier put me down and leaned in close.
Xavier: Your eyes are red. If you weren’t crying, then you’ve got to be sick.
MC: I’m perfectly fine.
His body blocked out much of the light. Cupping my cheek, he rested his thumb on my lower eyelid and stared at me. In which case…
Xavier: …
To my surprise, he blew air into my face.
MC: Xavier… You!
Xavier: I spied a silhouette of a hooligan in your eyes. Now all is well.
MC: Hooligan? Do you mean Jeremiah?
Xavier: To approach you for no reason, let alone touch you… How is he not one?
MC: You’re the hooligan for suddenly making that weird expression!
I tried to grab Xavier. He didn’t move and instead dragged me down with him to the carpet.
MC: …!
Xavier: …
MC: Why didn’t you dodge?
Xavier: You’ll be walking with a limp if you twist your ankle again.
MC: Had I twisted your ankle, our teacher would never forgive us. He’d speak of…
Xavier: “The Grandis Knight is to be the King’s steady blade. Where His Majesty points, your sword must follow.” In every waking moment, every dream can I recite those words.
MC: Oh… Is he not coming back today? I haven’t studied the technique he showed me! I’ll be dead if he asks!
Xavier: He is with the other knights. He will be away for some time.
Teacher: …Ahem.
Xavier: Hmm? You’re back already?
MC: Um… Congratulations on your flawless victory!
Teacher: Who taught you two to formally greet your teacher while on the floor? Stand up.
Because of our teacher’s success, the dinner was exceptionally lavish. After being on the battlefield for years, our teacher exuded an aura of intimidation even when he removed his armor and sat at the table.
Xavier: Has the Lightseelers’ expedition been fruitful?
Teacher: We were told in secret of a royal family member’s disappearance. It’s possible they are lost in the stars. We have our orders to find them. Were it not for this, our expedition would have been much better.
Xavier: …
Teacher: Your Highness traversed the starry sea in winter. Any insights?
I couldn’t help but clench my fork.
From what I knew, the less our teacher spoke, the more grave the situation. Tonight’s meal was destined to be unappetizing.
Xavier: I should not have…
Across the table, Xavier was solemn, shoving a piece of roasted chicken into his mouth and chewing.
Xavier: Philos is vast, and the Academy’s expedition scarce. I must accompany the Lightseekers next time.
Teacher: Whether I take you with me is up for debate.
Knowing Xavier always avoided responsibility, he turned to me.
Teacher: What happened to your foot?
MC: Me? I was… training.
Teacher: Having worked so hard, who won today’s duel?
MC: We didn’t fight!
Xavier: I requested she…!
Xavier and I unwittingly interrupted each other. We realized we had been caught.
Teacher: Well, this is the first time I’ve seen the King use a Grandis Knight to skip class. Since you enjoy the clashing of steel, a tie is not sufficient. Outside, the both of you. Another thousand strikes. Don’t come back until a winner has been decided.
Xavier: …
Xavier and I looked at each other, reluctantly set down our cutlery, and stood up from the table. Before we could move, however, there was a sigh.
Teacher: Eat your fill before you depart.
The Holy Sword of the Goddess stood tall in the night. Two swords sang, their colliding sparks like brilliant starlight. Xavier stepped back, steadying himself.
MC: Prince Xavier has tasted defeat again.
Xavier: In spectacular fashion, you have tasted victory again.
I caught my breath, rubbed my tired arms, and raised my sword.
MC: Once more.
Xavier: Are you determined to do a thousand strikes? You fulfill every request our teacher makes.
MC: I also fulfill the requests of Your Highness. HOw would I have sprained my ankle otherwise?
Xavier: Well, as your prince, I’m commanding you to sit down and rest.
With his chin, he gestured to my hands still holding the sword.
Xavier: Tend to your bloody hands.
Under the Holy Sword of the Goddess, Xavier and I sat near each other. Taking my hand, he poured medicine over my bloodied palm.
MC: Ouch… You used too much. It hurts.
Xavier: And yet with remarkable determination, you didn’t appear to be in pain.
MC: It’s great to be punished by our teacher and then reprimanded by the Prince.
Xavier carefully bandaged my wounded palm. I gazed at the tall statue behind me.
MC: I understand our teacher’s reasoning. This monument was forged from the swords belonging to the previous Grandis Knights. I was to be reminded that… Wherever His Majesty points, a knight’s sword must follow.
Xavier: You are no knight.
MC: It’s only a matter of time before I am.
Hugging my knees, I enjoy the sight of Xavier being focused on tending to my wounds.
MC: Why did His Majesty send the Royal Messenger here?
Xavier: They’re requesting I return like always. The Royal Messenger said the preparations for the Titulus Ceremony are underway.
MC: The Titulus Ceremony?! So suddenly…
As the only Prince of Philos, Xavier had to participate in the royal family’s numerous ceremonies. Not a single one could be skipped when he was to wear the crown.
The statue was covered in ivy. Fireflies flew out from under the leaves. Specks of light illuminated Xavier’s face, yet his eyes dimmed for a moment.
Xavier: He might not make it this time…
MC: …!
“He” as in Xavier’s father, the King of Philos. Xavier’s relationship with His Majesty was a subject of taboo.
MC: …Will you depart immediately?
Xavier: …
Xavier shook his head.
Xavier: I refuse to forget that incident.
自有记忆以来，我就跟在师父身边学剑，他是菲罗斯星的剑术大师，也是逐光骑士团的首席圣剑骑士，王身边最值得信赖的人。
很久以前我就知道，我有一个师兄叫做沈星回，是菲罗斯星的王子，剑术也是一等一的厉害。
可是在后来的许多年，我都没有见过他，而师父却说，守护他就是我以后的职责。
因为未来，他会成为整个菲罗斯星的王。
而我的使命，就是成为他身边最勇敢，最可靠，也最忠诚的首席圣剑骑士。
那天后来，沈星回背着我回到了师父的宅邸。
玩家: 沈星回，我真的可以自己走……
沈星回: 你刚才真的哭了？
玩家: 都是邱诺亚夸大其词，你真的信了？
沈星回: 那我看看。
沈星回把我放下，凑到近前。
沈星回: 眼角这么红，没哭的话，多半是生病了。
玩家: 我明明好好的。
光被他的身影遮去了大半，他捧着我的脸侧，拇指按在下眼脸处，好严肃地看了半天。
然后——
猝不及防地对着我的眼睛轻吹了一口气。
玩家: 沈星回你……!
沈星回: 原来是因为，里面有奇怪的人的影子。
沈星回: 现在好了。
玩家: 什么奇怪的人，你不会是说邱诺亚吧？
沈星回: 没事靠你那么近，还勾肩搭背，他难道不奇怪么？
玩家: ……忽然板着一张脸，我看你才是最奇怪的人。
我作势去捉弄沈星回，他竟然就那样站着，然后拖住我仰摔在了地毯上。
玩家: ……！
沈星回: ……
玩家: 你……怎么不躲？
沈星回: 二次扭伤的话，就很难痊愈了。
玩家: 但要是你也受伤，师父肯定饶不了我们，他肯定又要念叨了——
沈星回: “圣剑骑士是王手中利刃，你们的剑必须指向同一个方向”。
沈星回: 倒着也能背下来了。
玩家: 对了……师父是不是要回来了？
玩家: 他教的剑我还没练熟，要是被查功课就糟了……
沈星回: 师父这次带骑士团出征，一时半会儿回不来。
师父: ……咳。
沈星回: 师父？您提前回来了？
玩家: 那个……恭喜师父凯旋!
师父: 是谁教的你们，骑士是趴在地毯上行礼的？
师父: 站起来。
也许是为了迎接凯旋，今晚师父家的晚餐格外丰盛。
他常年征战，即便换下铠甲坐在温馨的餐桌边，周身也依旧笼罩着凛然杀气。
沈星回: 师父，骑士团这次出征还顺利么？
师父: 骑士团归来途中收到密令，说有王室要员失踪，恐流落于星间，令我等寻找。
师父: 如果不是此事横插进来，恐怕会更顺利些。
沈星回: ……
师父: 如何，你整个冬季都在星间巡游，可有什么心得？
我不禁握紧餐叉。
根据从前的经验，师父的话越轻就代表事态越严重，今晚这顿饭，注定是难以下咽了。
沈星回: 这件事，我确实做得不对……
我瞄向餐桌对面，只见沈星回刚给自己嘴里塞进一块烤鸡，面色沉重地嚼了嚼。
沈星回: 菲罗斯星系星野辽阔，学院巡游小队的航程有限，下次还是应该跟骑士团走。
师父: 哼，我倒是未必愿意带上你。
师父知道沈星回一贯是个避重就轻的好手，便又转向我。
师父: 你呢，脚怎么崴的？
玩家: 我？……练剑不小心。
师父: 这么刻苦，那你们今天比武谁赢了？
玩家: 我们没比!
沈星回: 是我逼她………!
我和沈星回无意间打断了彼此，在大事不妙的氛围中，交换了一个“露馅了”的眼神。
师父: 我还是头一次听说，原来圣剑骑士是为了给王逃课用的。
师父: 既然你们这么爱比，只是平局怎么行。
师父: 不然，出去再过一千招吧，不分出胜负就别回来。
沈星回: ……
我和沈星回对视一眼，悻悻放下餐具起身离桌。
还没抬脚走出半步，背后又传来一声不自然的轻哼。
师父: 吃饱了再去。
女神圣剑碑耸立在夜色下，两柄剑“铮”地撞在一起，擦出星芒般的光亮。
沈星回退开两步，稳住身形。
玩家: 沈星回，你又输了。
沈星回: 太好了，你又赢了。
我喘匀气息，揉揉酸痛的胳膊，再次举剑。
玩家: 再来。
沈星回: 真打算和我过一千招？师父说什么你都听。
玩家: 师兄的话我也听啊，不然怎么会受伤。
沈星回: 那师兄让你现在坐下休息，听吗？
他朝我握着剑的双手轻轻扬了下下巴。
沈星回: 至少，先把手上的血泡处理一下。
女神圣剑碑下，我和沈星回肩贴肩地坐着。
他捏住我的指尖，往我被磨出血泡的掌心酒药粉。
玩家: 嘶……洒太多了，疼。
沈星回: 看你这么执着，我还以为你不知道疼，
玩家: 师父罚我就算了，你也没好话……
沈星回托住我的手背，开始细细地缠绷带。
我转头看向背后高高的圣剑碑。
玩家: 但其实，我能理解他的用意。
玩家: 这座女神圣剑碑，是菲罗斯星历代首席圣剑骑士战死后，用他们的剑熔铸而成的。
玩家: 师父让我们在这里练剑，也是为了让我不要忘记——
玩家: 骑士的剑，必须指向王所指的地方。
沈星回: 可你又不是骑士。
玩家: 早晚有这一天嘛。
我抱住膝盖趴在自己的手臂上，欣赏沈星回为我包扎时的专注模样。
玩家: 对了，这次你家里找你，又是什么事？
沈星回: 还是那句话，让我回去。
沈星回: 传令官说，拥立王储的典礼已经在准备了。
玩家: 拥立王储？!这可是大事，这么突然……
虽然沈星回是菲罗斯星唯一的王子，但王室礼仪繁多，从王子到王储仅一字之差，可该有的繁文缛节一样也不能少。
古老的枫藤缠绕在圣剑碑上，有萤火虫自叶片下飞出。
星星点点的光笼罩着沈星回的脸庞，他的眼睛却黯淡了片刻。
沈星回: 这次，他可能真的要不行了。
玩家: ……！
这个“他”，指的是沈星回的父亲——菲罗斯星的王。
可长久以来，沈星回和他父亲的关系都是一个无法提起的禁忌话题。
玩家: 那这次……你回去吗？
沈星回: ……
沈星回摇头。
沈星回: 那件事，我没有办法忘记。
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