A rare magical miracle in the world

""Don't worry, Yina."

Avalon had the most luxurious residence among all factions of Ideal Coast, which Iotina had never seen such a brilliant and magnificent palace.

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"You'll find that my children are actually very simple once you spend more time with them,"

The Cat Lingling, Canine Tribe, and Feathered Tribe were all very gentle, especially in front of their own kind. Even the all-powerful Saint Dragon Princess acted like a big sister, playing with the young Tree Elves.

Bailuo wanted to make it clear to Iotina that this wasn't embarrassing.

"Actually, it is embarrassing, isn't it?"

Lowering her head, Iotina looked somewhat downcast: "And I made you lose face."

"So what if I lost face, it doesn't matter."

Bailuo: "It was my fault to begin with. You never actively suggested singing to me, it was just my unilateral request."

"I'm sorry."

Iotina said only three words, yet they were filled with deep regret and self-blame.

Bailuo took all the responsibility and problems on himself.

He was the king, a highly respected and esteemed individual.

Yet now, Bailuo was accommodating her, just to put her mind at ease, and Iotina wondered how she could possibly bear it.

"I messed up," Iotina: "I can't even do something as simple as this..."

"Then sing me a song."

"Huh?"

"Sing me a song as an apology."

"But I..."

"This time there's no one else," Bailuo said, "It's just me, sing to me, just for me."

"How about it?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Iotina took a deep breath and then softly started to sing the Requiem, which was meant to be performed at the ritual for all the People of Yatun to hear.

"Yes, that's the voice."

Bailuo closed his eyes, his face full of bliss, becoming completely immersed in Iotina's singing.

If Iotina were a pop star, then Bailuo would definitely become her fan.

It wasn't about status but rather an appreciation and longing for art.

Bailuo loved Iotina's singing, really loved it, so he didn't want power, status, rank, wealth to taint the transcendent beauty of this heavenly voice.

"Do you like to sing?"

"I..."

If she didn't like it, how could she possibly produce such singing with just talent? Iotina wouldn't lie to Bailuo: "I like it."

She opened up, showing Bailuo her most genuine side.

"I've had this talent since I was young. I used to sing for my mother and father when I was little, and only for them."

However, Iotina's singing attracted those with malicious intent.

To protect her, her mother died.

Back then, Iotina had thought that maybe she shouldn't sing.

Later on, when fishermen were in danger, Iotina, wanting her father to return safely, stood on the beach to sing, hoping her voice could be a beacon to lead him home.

Therefore, word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and once again, tragedy was triggered.

"You're not unable to sing, you just don't want others to know you have such a talent, right?"

As for Bailuo, maybe it was a subconscious resonance between the miracle and its master.

Iotina saw Bailuo as a close figure, like her parents; with him, she held nothing back.

"Yes."

Iotina: "I let you down."

"What does that matter!"

Bailuo: "Since you like to sing, stay with me. I'll provide you a quiet place where you can practice with peace of mind and sing the most beautiful songs."

Over the days they spent together, Bailuo realized Iotina had very few hobbies, almost none.

Her favorite, and indeed only, thing was to sit in a quiet little garden and practice her singing.

Not for any stage performance but simply to enjoy the process of singing.

This was a woman who had dedicated her life, energy, and everything to art.

Others might find this boring, but Iotina wouldn't; on the contrary, she reveled in it.

"I'll have Lilith create instruments to your heart's content," Bailuo: "You can use them for composing and creating."

Speaking of which, Bailuo asked again, "Yina, don't you think I'm restricting you?"

"How could I!"

Iotina believed in Bailuo, this mature man akin to an older brother: "I'm really happy you're doing this, truly!"

What Bailuo described was hardly different from being sent into cold storage.

Yet precisely, Bailuo had voiced Iotina's heart's desire.

She loved living like that!

A quiet courtyard where she could sing freely without worrying about jealousy or persecution.

How could anything else make her happier than doing what she loved every day, creating different songs each day?

Just like how the living space of a homebody is very limited, yet they not only don't feel oppressed but also enjoy it.

Perhaps Iotina was, indeed, a complete homebody.

"Book of Yagen, I'm abandoning this quest," Bailuo said to the Black Leather Book, "give me a new mission."

The Black Leather Book had evolved, with the help of the Mysterious Dragon.

The Supreme Tier Miracle Object, Second Awakening Book of Yagen had an ability it didn't have before, one of which was that it could do more detailed selection and questioning.

If the current mission could not be completed, was there still another possibility?

Just like the hidden pathways of Greedy World and Ancient Chronicles, which the Black Leather Book could not discern, now, the Book of Yagen could achieve what the Black Leather Book could not.