A rare magical miracle in the world

Iotina had wondered about the size of the stage Bailuo would prepare for her. Having lived in Avalon Castle, even with her limited experience, the young girl could tell that Bailuo's identity was quite extraordinary.

Therefore, she had prepared herself mentally, convinced that even if there were numerous spectators for her performance, she would not suffer from stage fright.

Iotina needed to repay the life-saving favor from Bailuo, and as of now, that was the only thing she could do—the girl truly did not know where else she could go.

Without her father, it was possible that even her native village no longer existed.

Such was Iotina; she was already without a home to return to.

But, each time Iotina attempted to open her mouth to sing, her voice would reach her throat, yet no matter what, it just wouldn't come out.

Once, twice, it was the same each time.

Gradually, the girl became anxious.

She looked at the audience in front of the massive rock stage, where the witches had cast spatial spells. Although the area was small, it was packed with people, including members of the Yatun Clan, Tree Elves, and a large number of fairies.

However, Iotina did not realize that these were the Sacred Beast Fairies; she simply regarded them as citizens of the Yatun Duchy.

'Sing, come on, sing.'

The girl clenched one hand tightly while her other hand firmly grasped the hem of her gorgeous dress.

Bailuo had saved her without making any excessive demands and had treated her well.

There was also Sister Alaya, a very gentle and understanding person.

All they wanted was for her to sing a song during this important ritual celebration, that's all.

'Why is this happening?'

The girl's mouth was open, but ultimately, no sound would come out.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and her body was trembling slightly with nerves, a scene that certainly did not escape the eyes of the Children of Miracle.

"What's going on?"

"Why isn't she singing yet?"

"Is she nervous?"

The fairies had no ill intentions; they thought perhaps they should applaud to give Iotina some courage.

"Iotina?"

Alaya had been with Iotina all this time and was already on familiar terms with the girl. However, at this moment, Alaya keenly sensed that something was amiss.

"Your Majesty."

Alaya hastily called out to Bailuo, who immediately took notice.

"Iotina?"

Bailuo took great care of the girl. With a five-year age difference and Iotina's petite stature, Bailuo subconsciously treated her as he would his younger sister Inya.

"Don't be afraid, sing boldly," Bailuo said, "They are all my subjects, there are no strangers here."

"And I can vouch for your voice; it will definitely be loved by everyone."

"Iotina?"

Unfortunately, Bailuo's reassurances and encouragements were of no use. The girl timidly raised her head, slightly afraid to look into Bailuo's eyes: "I'm sorry, I, I can't sing."

"....."

"This..."

Bailuo turned around; such a grand stage had been prepared, and almost all the citizens of the nation had gathered, waiting for Iotina to display her singing talent comparable to a miracle.

"It's okay, don't feel too much pressure."

The whole idea was Bailuo's in the first place, intending to follow the instructions in the Black Leather Book to fulfill the task of awakening Iotina's Miracle Power.

But now it was clear that this task was not so easy after all.

Was the girl really just nervous?

Bailuo found it illogical. Iotina's character was not the type to get stage fright. When she first met him, she was not at all panicked, and even upon seeing the splendid Avalon Holy Pool, she was able to calm down quickly.

A person like that, how could she possibly tremble at a concert? It was too abnormal.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Bailuo explained in place of Iotina: "Miss Iotina is not feeling well and may not be able to perform for everyone. So next, let us welcome the eldest princess of Yatun, Her Highness Inya, to present a meticulously prepared program for everyone."

"....."

At this moment, Inya, who had been at the forefront of the crowd eating melon seeds, lifted her head in confusion: "What the hell?"

What, what program?

Inya was utterly bewildered: 'Did I black out? I have a meticulously prepared program, and I don't know about it?'

"Inya has a program?"

"The simpleton really is the king of saving the situation. Awesome."

"After all, it's Miss Inya. She's the only woman in Yatun who doesn't even give Your Majesty a second glance."

"Uh..."

Inya took a few steps forward, speechless, while Bai Yino behind her asked in complete confusion, "You have a prepared program? When did you prepare it? That's amazing, I totally didn't notice it."

'Some program!'

'My brother is clearly setting me up!'

Inya rubbed her nose. She was not the kind of person prone to stage fright, nor did she know shame.

Even if the whole world felt embarrassed, Inya could carry on with her performance art without batting an eye, taking pride and finding it worthy of boasting.

So when Bailuo asked her to go on stage and improvise, Inya was not the slightest bit displeased; instead, she was eager to try.

"Haha, finally, it's time for the great Lady Inya!"

With no hesitation, Inya turned to Bai Yino and said, "Hurry up, Xiao Bai, our meticulously prepared program is about to start."

"Huh?"

Bai Yino was stunned for a moment: 'What? What program? And you say it was meticulously prepared!'

Bai Yino felt like she was missing pieces of her memory, but she didn't drink alcohol.

Occasionally she did eat fermented rice cakes, but could those cause a blackout?

Bai Yino: Fermented rice cake, so terrifying!

"Leave it to you."

Bailuo had full confidence in Inya. Her acting skills were Oscar-worthy, especially when impersonating her senior sister, she could genuinely fool anyone.

Of course, her skills in other acting areas were not lacking either.

Although Inya's talent in combat was somewhat peculiar, she was definitely an actress whose potential was delayed by miracles.

"Don't worry, big bro!"

Inya patted her chest and even gave Bailuo a high five: "You go ahead with your stuff; I've got this."

"Eh, suddenly I feel like I don't quite recognize you."

Bailuo didn't expect Inya to be so understanding, but he needed to think about Iotina's situation, so he didn't say much, just patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Next up, the show I'll be performing is called 'The Great Battle of Saros Arena versus a Hundred Beasts'."

"Cough!"

The uncle down below coughed a few times, shaking his head, not wanting to pay attention to whatever the show was about, and immediately teleported away.

"Wow~~~"

The fairies, the Yatun Clan, and the Tree Elves were all shocked looking at Inya: 'Goodness, after impersonating His Majesty Bailuo, she doesn't even spare the great grandfather!'

Inya was truly a woman who didn't care about the whole world!

"I'll play the old man myself."

"......"

Thousands of people looked at Inya speechlessly, but the girl had a thick face and continued, "But I'm still missing the hundred beasts, anyone interested can come up now."

"If you don't come up, I'll call you out."

Inya: "Ling Ling, Yi Yi, Er Er?"

"Ss~~~"

Although the Cute Cat Tribe wanted to follow Bailuo, Inya had given an order, so they couldn't just leave now. With a shake of their bodies, they transformed into their Sacred Beast forms and flew over.

"What's wrong with Yina?"

Bailuo brought Iotina into his palace; Isefia, Sister Alaya, and the uncle were all there.

But the girl was resting inside, and the four of them were outside.

"To sing or not to sing isn't really the issue," Bailuo said: "I only arranged this segment to make Yina happy, but now, it seems like I've trapped myself."

If someone got stage fright in front of six or seven thousand people, if it were Inya, everyone would mock her without restraint because they were all too familiar with each other.

This mockery had no malice, only teasing and ridicule, which could actually deepen the relationships between them.

But Iotina was different; she was new and too unfamiliar with the People of Yatun here.

"Entering a new class and losing face right off the bat, if her mental fortitude is a bit weak, she might develop a psychological issue, and might not even dare to come back to school."

Alaya used a more understandable analogy, analyzing the potential psychological problems Iotina might be facing at that moment.

"That child isn't that fragile," said the uncle, shaking his head. "But Sister Alaya is also right, it's not the most crucial issue, but it could still create a rift between her and the People of Yatun."

"My child would never laugh at her."

Sister said: "This is easy, just let her interact with the fairies and it will naturally resolve."

The fairies, even if teasing you, would do it with a covered mouth and a meowing laugh.

Who wouldn't feel less embarrassed at the sight of a cute little animal doing that? Instead, you'd probably want to pet it.

The Sacred Beast Fairies of Yatun were such beings, with minds different from humans, truly candid.

"So what's the biggest problem?"

Bailuo wanted to know this, and Alaya said, "It should still be the psychological shadow."

"What?"

"Her father died," Alaya said, "and the reason is her singing, her beautiful voice killed her own father, she killed her own father."

"......"

This logic, seemingly flawless, was actually full of holes.

"Her voice is talent, a gift," Bailuo said; "If my child were outstanding and envied by others, attracting evil people who wanted to harm her, should I hate my child for being too talented?"

As a father, Bailuo should do all in his power to protect his child, even at a great cost, without regrets.

Is talent also a mistaken?

"Talent is not to blame," Alaya said, "but whether she wants this talent should be decided by the child herself, right, Your Majesty?"

"This..."

Bailuo understood what Alaya meant.

Previously having no choice, Iotina could only passively bear the consequences of her beautiful voice along with her father, but now, her father's death had made it clear to Iotina that she could give up singing.

Whether she had talent was not her choice, but whether to use this talent was up to her.

"In her subconscious, she's rejecting her own talent, she's afraid to use it again."

Alaya pinpointed the crux of the problem, and as for the solution, she looked towards Bailuo and said, "Your Majesty, it's up to you now."

"I don't dislike her," Sister said, "I heard it too when she sang for Xiao Luo."

"Her voice..."

Sister seldom praised anything, but this time, she openly said, "I like it very much."

"I'll go talk to her."

Bailuo walked towards the inner room and realized something; that was, back at the Holy Water Pool, the girl had sung for him.

This surprised Bailuo and Sister.

If the girl had given up on her voice, then why was she willing to reveal her singing to Bailuo?

This was a breakthrough.
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And Bailuo would use this opportunity to step away from the Black Leather Book's task and proceed with his own strategy.