Mona handed the handkerchief in her hand to Fischl; as someone with a rich imagination, Fischl's empathy was naturally extraordinary.
When reading the story, Fischl could visualize the story's content in her own mind, almost like adding animation effects.
So, at this moment, Fischl had already burst into tears.
But it was agreed that children of the sea don't shed tears during farewells; Fischl bit her lower lip, forcing herself to hold back.
It was truly like attending a wedding and a funeral at the same time—crying and laughing.
"I... I didn't cry." Fischl sniffled twice.
"Alright, alright, Your Highness the Prinzessin, we know you didn't cry—watch your wording." Mona cooperated.
Mona was doing alright; she was moved, yes, but not to the point of crying—she had seen too many stories in the future.
"My... my... my, waaah." Fischl couldn't continue.
Mona sighed helplessly, wiping Fischl's tears; it seemed there was no way to watch the wording anymore.
"Alright, alright, Lady Furina, watch your wording." Lucian mimicked Mona, also handing over a handkerchief.
Furina glared at Lucian; with her eyes red and teardrops hanging at the corners, she looked utterly adorable.
"I haven't even spoken yet!" Furina took the handkerchief and wiped her tears.
"Do you have a way, Lu~?" Perhaps because of the crying, Furina's tone was soft and glutinous.
Furina declared: I don't care, I'm the Hydro Archon, water is under my jurisdiction, and since the ship sails on water, it's under my jurisdiction too! I won't allow it to disappear!
Lucian finally understood—Furina was about to throw a tantrum!
He knew his limits well; he couldn't handle it, so he slipped away.
Lucian then turned his gaze to Navia; this second boss was also a very emotional person.
A strong, excellent beautiful girl shedding tears—how wonderful a thing!
Navia noticed Lucian, so she crossed her arms, tilted her little head away, refusing to look at him.
Lucian nodded: if you're sad, that's good; if you're sad, I'm relieved.
Here, tissues—don't say I didn't care about you.
As for the big boss Hu Tao, no need to worry; for this kind of story, she was tough as nails.
Hu Tao was the type who would be moved after reading the story, but she wouldn't be saddened.
Even if Lucian broke down and cried in Hu Tao's arms, Hu Tao would remain unphased—truly, you're the strong one!
Among so many stories, she had only cried when seeing her grandfather.
This story was hurtful, but if one had to say, it was actually fulfilling; the one with Chizuru was the same, even with a proper farewell.
In Hu Tao's view, this already counted as leaving no regrets—nothing to cry about.
For the departed to have no regrets was enough; for the living to have regrets was normal.
But getting back to it, even if Lucian broke down crying, he probably wouldn't choose Hu Tao; in terms of bosom and personality, Raiden Makoto was slightly superior in every aspect.
As for the other readers, some couldn't control their emotions anymore; many at this moment were moved not just by Miitoboru—Paimon had added a lot of points too.
Lucian had drawn an illustration of her crying in that final scene—not crying fiercely, but the lethality was immense.
A person who was usually the happy-go-lucky type suddenly shedding tears was enough to heartbreak.
And as the person involved, Paimon naturally couldn't hold back her emotions at this time, throwing herself into Lumine's arms and sobbing.
Lumine-nee's bosom could give her comfort; if it were the hall master, that wouldn't work—after crying long, her eyes might be fine, but her head would ache first.
Among the remaining people in the story, aside from Fischl, the others controlled themselves very well.
They weren't unmoved; they were just better at managing their own emotions.
Xinyan and Kaedehara Kazuha fell into silence to calm their moods; Mona was the type whose emotions were more outwardly expressed—she couldn't calm herself alone, so she chose to comfort Fischl.
When people comfort others, they unconsciously suppress their own emotions, which helps in restraining them.
Those with girlfriends can try watching tearjerker movies with them; those without, forget it.
Ei was also very silent at this time; after a long silence, she sighed.
'I still haven't adapted to farewells, after all.'
Makoto gently touched her sister's head, pulling her into her embrace with a soft smile: "Ei, it's fine not to adapt to things you don't want to."
See, I said she was slightly superior to the hall master.
Ei actually hadn't spoken yet; what was just said was her inner thought—she was the type who liked to bottle up her feelings.
But as her sister, how could Makoto not know what she was thinking?
Makoto didn't just touch Ei's head; she also split part of her spirit into the Plane of Euthymia to touch the Raiden Shogun inside.
"You too, okay."
The Raiden Shogun was puzzled, showing no reaction, but she liked it, so she didn't resist.
Petting her two sisters made Makoto quite happy, but she always felt... sigh, like waking up from a nap to find the silly sister had split into two—double the worry.
Fortunately, Ei had really matured a lot; except for still being so foolish in government affairs, she had grown up in other aspects.
Except for government affairs where she was still very foolish, and her emotional intelligence wasn't high, she at least started listening to advice now.
Ei's thoughts were no longer extreme; the current her was truly trying hard to enjoy this world, to enjoy the time spent with everyone.
So at this moment, Ei was very much enjoying her sister's head-patting; leaning into her sister's bosom, she didn't respond.
She still had that expressionless face, making it impossible to see her joy or sorrow.
Ei thought to herself: 'I really can't adapt to farewells, because if I part with my sister, there would be no one to treat me like a child anymore.'
Ei didn't like being treated as a little child; she liked her sister.
Because if she really just wanted to be treated like a child, there was actually someone who did treat her like one—and that was—Yae Miko!
Yae Miko had always thought Ei was a child who never grew up, the kind who even threw childish tantrums.
But at this moment, Miko wasn't treating Ei like a child, because... she was being the child.
Ei had pounced into Makoto's arms; it wouldn't be too much for me to rub against Kitsune Saiguu's bosom, right?
Sniff sniff sniff, so fragrant.
Kitsune Saiguu naturally wouldn't refuse the little fox's coquetry; she just hadn't expected that even when coquettish, this little fox was 'unwilling to lose.'
Clearly wanting to act spoiled, why pretend like she's taking advantage?
Kitsune Saiguu gently stroked Miko's hair: 'You've been an adult for too long; even when trying to be a child again, you have to show off.'
The little fox's thoughts couldn't hide from the big fox.
The Inazuma side was very warm; Shenhe glanced at the Raiden family, something stirring in her heart, then tugged at Xianyun's sleeve.
Shenhe pointed at the Raiden family; Xianyun understood: "Hmph, what's so special about that? This one could pat heads even more comfortably."
Then she got up and headed toward the Raiden family, looking like she planned to ask if she could pat heads.
Having interacted so long on a personal level, even the Raiden Shogun's head seemed pettable.
Shenhe: "?"
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Character Voice Lines · Shenhe: About Head-Patting
"The feeling from when I was little... actually, I haven't experienced it... but when my junior brother pats my head, my heart feels very warm, so I also want Master to pat me, but Master she..."