Chapter 1891 Sea Prayer <TOC> Chapter 1893 Mother Tree Network
Translator: SumTLMan
The precondition for music to resonate with an audience is that the performer must also immerse themselves in the role. Thus, even after the performance of —Sea Prayer— had concluded, Raphaella, like the others, didn’t immediately break character and was still enveloped in the lingering ambiance of the performance.
It was only when the surroundings started resonating with a chorus of ‘squeaking’ noises that Raphaella’s thoughts were pulled from the beautiful musical dimension back to reality.
Opening her eyes, she was about to ask who was making the noise, but before she could speak, she was startled by the sight of a group of otherworldly beings in front of her.
There were twelve in total, diverse in appearance, yet their eyes shared the same immersion and yearning, their chests vibrating slightly, producing a ‘squeaking’ sound.
From their expressions, this ‘squeaking’ seemed to convey joy, similar to how certain feline animals purr contentedly.
“When did they arrive?” Raphaella asked Jon in a low, somewhat astonished voice.
“While you were singing,” Jon paused, noting a hint of alarm in Raphaella’s eyes, and reassuringly added: “Don’t worry, by their entranced looks, they might have become your fans.”
As Raphaella was about to respond, she suddenly noticed a flicker of blue light before her eyes.
The blue light burst forth unexpectedly, dazzling Raphaella, who instinctively closed her eyes to wait for the light to stabilize.
With her eyes closed, she could hear a surge of voices around her.
It seemed many were speaking, but not in the common tongue. Presumably, it was the otherworldly beings conversing.
Raphaella couldn’t comprehend their words, but she could sense from their tone a mixture of astonishment and delight, as if something wonderfully unexpected had occurred.
When Raphaella felt the light sources around her gradually return, she opened her eyes.
The first sight she saw upon opening her eyes was that of a tiny, blue-clothed little girl hovering mid-air.
This little girl was also quite tiny, even smaller than the first one she encountered, barely the size of a palm.
Previously, at the conclusion of “Sea Prayer,” Raphaella had seen her, but at that time, the back of this blue-clothed little girl was adorned with light green, soft vine tendrils.
But now, those vines entwining her back… had blossomed.
Yes, blossomed. A blue flower, as large as the little girl herself, was suspended on her back.
This flower was emitting a faint blue glow, proving that it was the source of the earlier illumination.
Surrounding the flower, a mist of water vapor was present, endowing the dusky blue petals with constantly shimmering dewdrops.
At this moment, almost all the different races were gathered around the little girl, displaying surprise and joy.
Their joy was not merely a matter of language; it was expressed in their actions: for instance, they were holding hands, encircling the blue-clothed little girl in their midst, joyfully hopping and dancing in circles. Simultaneously, they were humming a song.
The song they hummed was the final verse of —Sea Prayer—, a melody filled with the joy of a perfect ending.
“What is happening, and why has it blossomed? Is this how the different races express their emotions?” asked Alda, who was standing next to the piano. His query reflected the curiosity of everyone present.
“I feel it’s not that simple,” Sunny said. “If blooming is just to express emotions, they wouldn’t be so happy about it.”
Alda: “You mean…”
Sunny: “Perhaps, in their race, Blooming carries a special significance.”
As everyone pondered Sunny’s words, Jon suddenly said, “Sunny is right. In their civilization, blooming represents growth. It’s like a human coming-of-age ceremony, of significant meaning.”
Jon’s words captured everyone’s attention. Raphaella also looked over curiously: “Mr. Jon, how do you know this?”
Jon didn’t answer but just smiled silently. However, Sunny and Alda exchanged glances, seemingly understanding where Jon’s knowledge came from.
Sunny: “Judging by their expressions, blooming indeed holds great importance for them. But why are they blooming now?” As Sunny said this, her gaze turned to Raphaella: “Is it because of —Sea Prayer—?”
“Maybe the music helps them mature,” Alda speculated, tilting his head.
Sunny: “It depends on whose music it is. If you were to sing, they might not only refrain from blooming but could even revert to a seed.”
Alda looked at Sunny, his face turning from flushed to pale, his nose wrinkled, showing a hurt expression: “…I actually sing quite well.”
Although Sunny liked to tease Alda with her sharp tongue, she actually agreed with his idea.
Perhaps it really was the music that accelerated their maturation.
Indeed, the excited group of otherworldly creatures circled the blue-dressed little girl a few times before they fervently flocked back to Raphaella.
Chirping and chattering in their own tongue, their words were incomprehensible, yet their closeness and enthusiasm made it easy to infer their gratitude towards Raphaella.
Among them, the blue-dressed little girl even broke the long-held taboo of the Dream Plant Fairy race, approaching Raphaella, performing an elegant curtsy, and kissing her on the forehead.
A kiss on the forehead is, in any context, an expression of goodwill.
The blue-dressed girl was showing her utmost respect and gratitude to Raphaella in the noblest way she knew.
The scene was momentarily filled with warm emotions.
Meanwhile, at the pinnacle of Azure Tower, Angel orchestrated the Celestial Cycle, using the Mirage Spell to project the happenings of Ocean Theatre for all to see.
This was City Lord Marilyn’s first encounter with such an extraordinary illusion. She was initially astounded but soon found herself captivated by the scenes unfolding within the illusion.
“Who would have thought that Raphaella’s music could have such a profound impact on the Dream Plant Fairies?” Freud mused, then turned to Angel, “Lord, could this be related to Raphaella’s…”
Compatibility?
Since City Lord Marilyn was present, Freud did not finish his sentence, but Angel understood his implication.
“It’s hard to say,” Angel replied.
Although his response was somewhat ambiguous, deep down he actually agreed with Freud’s speculation. Perhaps, there really is some connection. After all, compatibility, though seemingly random, must have some inherent logic that they currently don’t understand.
Without having obtained the power, Raphaella could still so significantly influence the Dream Plant Fairy, and it just so happens that she is very likely to have a high compatibility with the “Tree Civilization” power. The lack of connection between these two aspects is something even Angel himself finds hard to believe.
But all these are merely conjectures, without concrete evidence. Therefore, this question remains just that, a question, rather than an answer.
Chapter 1891 Sea Prayer <TOC> Chapter 1893 Mother Tree Network