In many cases… saving the day earns far more favor than mere "companionship."
Watching Daelan Ciro swoop in to break the awkwardness, the barrage of comments in Ye Zhi's livestream erupted in cheers!
"Lord Advisor, justice executed!"
"What a timely save… As expected of Fontaine's public spokesperson!"
"Seriously, Paimon's lines almost had me asking my dad, who's fixing my AC, 'Master, what's your job?'"
"But looking at it… the relationship between this Advisor and Furina doesn't seem like a typical superior-subordinate dynamic, does it?"
"Yeah, yeah, I feel that too! I keep thinking Daelan's more like an old dad than a subordinate."
"Nah, what old dad? He's clearly a dependable big brother. Didn't you see the plot? Furina took the throne 500 years ago, and Daelan showed up just a few years later."
"It's more than that… I dug into Fontaine's lore, and this gentle Lord Advisor has 'making petit cakes for Furina' as part of his 'job description'!"
"Yup, yup, yup! I saw some fanfiction popping up online already. This is… amazing! This pair is shippable, I'm calling it!"
Ye Zhi watched the scrolling comments, the corner of her mouth twitching.
From a subjective standpoint… she also liked Daelan's performance in the story so far.
But as a lore enthusiast, she cared more about why Daelan acted this way.
An Advisor… does he really have to handle every little thing?
Thinking it over, everything about Daelan seemed like layers of fog to players—unreasonably dense fog at that.
"But if I keep overanalyzing like this… I'm afraid Daelan's character will become unrecognizable in my mind…"
That said…
Though Ye Zhi couldn't pin down a definition for this character, she could guess one thing: the main storyline was about to hit a major turning point.
"Fontaine's three giants gathered here, all for a magic show… Could there be some local faction in Fontaine opposing the court?"
Ye Zhi murmured softly.
But she quickly dismissed the thought, turning her attention to the CG on her screen.
Watching Lyney perform one classic magic trick after another, Ye Zhi nodded approvingly.
"The CG is so smooth… I really like this opera-like vibe…"
Ye Zhi shared her thoughts first.
—You can call miHoYo's operations stingy, but you can't say their art or music is subpar.
Anyone who surfs the web knows miHoYo's art and music teams carry the planners and operations on their backs.
But speaking of which…
Was everything unfolding too smoothly?
Ye Zhi frowned, still convinced of her earlier hunch, especially since the PV's closing lines hinted at something big brewing.
While she was lost in thought, Lyney's CG performance concluded perfectly.
"Thank you for the applause! Were you satisfied with that act?"
"But our magical journey is far from over. I've prepared a moment that'll shock you even more."
"Teleportation and vanishing tricks can still evolve beyond this."
With that, Lyney pulled a small stunt, and a black kitten popped out of his magician's hat. He then declared loudly, "I'm sure some of you think that even a flawless water tank escape is just a trick, with Lynette as my assistant."
"In that case, I still have plenty of room to set up in advance."
"So, for the next trick, I'll need a lucky audience member to participate."
At those words, Daelan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if shifting into a… more guarded state.
He knew what was coming.
A volunteer would be chosen for the magic trick, leading to the "magic murder case" tied to the "serial disappearance of girls."
The corner of Daelan's mouth curved upward slightly.
It was time to show the so-called "players" on the other side of the screen a glimpse of a transmigrator's prowess.
As Daelan thought this, Lyney had already selected the "lucky audience member" using a half-lottery-style machine.
Of course, if there were no serial disappearance case, if Vacher were already dead, the chosen lady would truly be lucky—at least she'd participate in a magic show and live.
But this world had no "ifs," and Daelan could only watch the poor woman step into the wardrobe-like magic prop.
As the saying goes, "Small impatience ruins grand plans." To ensure everything proceeded smoothly… he had to wait.
—If there were a chance… he'd love to bring back those girls harmed by Vacher.
Whether that chance existed was another matter.
As Daelan sank deeper into his plans for what lay ahead, the audience's shouts snapped him into combat mode.
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Furina tilted her head curiously toward Daelan beside her, blinking slightly as if asking what was wrong.
To his divine lady's inquiry, Daelan shook his head lightly, signaling her not to worry.
And the ever-so-slightly naive "Silly Fufu" genuinely trusted this seasoned schemer's plan, turning back to count down with the audience.
The next second… poor Furina witnessed a scene she'd never forget.
The girl meant to emerge from the wardrobe didn't appear. As everyone in the opera house held their breath, waiting for her…
An accident occurred.
Snap—
The crisp sound of a rope breaking echoed through the opera house—the rope suspending the water tank had snapped completely!
Boom—
The heavy water tank crashed onto the opera house stage floor. If the floor hadn't been reinforced for "duels," it might've left a deep crater.
But… something even stranger happened.
As the water from the tank spread out, the expected crimson didn't appear.
This eerie phenomenon didn't calm the already panicked opera house; instead, it made them… more frantic.
Or rather… excited?
"Mr. Lyney? You're going to restore the stage next, right?!"