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"The Fire Chaser's next target is the Earth Titan, Georia, but no one knows its exact location. We've searched many places using the Hundred Realms Gate and Teacher Velvi's radar, but we haven't found any trace of it."

Just as that emotional flame had almost died down, Qiong revealed a joyful smile.

"It's a bit of a mood killer to talk about these things right after waking up. There will be plenty of time to discuss them later."

"How about we give you a welcoming ceremony first?"

Qiong turned around and pressed Tirispyos down, capturing her slightly parted, rose-petal-like red lips, which were parted in surprise.

"Hmm~"

It was a sweet, seductive voice that seemed capable of melting steel.

Titi enjoyed it.

But the other eight Tirispius were in a terrible predicament.

The fire was stopped at the crucial moment, then extinguished, only to be reignited by the oil drum. This dramatic reversal caused many of the holy maidens who were casting spells while lying in bed to emit a high-pitched battle cry.

Her delicate body arched violently as if struck by a strong electric current, her toes pointed, and she trembled violently like a fish out of water.

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the next day.

When news of Qiong's awakening spread, members of the Fire Moth Squad gathered from all over Onpharos as quickly as possible.

Sunlight filters through the lush foliage, casting dappled shadows.

The relaxation area on the first floor of the courtyard was surrounded by birdsong.

Upon waking, both Qiong and March 7 were drawn to a figure.

The once blonde noblewoman is now a demigod who wields the power of romance.

Over sixty years have transformed the girl who once skipped and jumped in front of the tailor's table into the elegant, dignified, and graceful lady she is today.

She stood there quietly, as if she herself were the most perfect work of art in the world.

"I woke up to find myself completely transformed, like a little tailor!"

Her shoulder-length golden curly hair flowed like gold, adorned with small white flowers and ears of wheat, and her pupils reflected the golden sunrise like jade bathed in morning dew.

A white off-shoulder dress, the fabric as light as a cloud, accentuates a figure as supple as a willow in spring.

The neckline and waist were adorned with delicate gold lace and vine-like decorations, while the low-cut design boldly revealed her slender collarbones and that alluring, snowy beauty.

Greek milk is dazzling.

"Tsk tsk, not bad, you're starting to resemble Jin Zhi."

Qiong circled around Aglaia, scrutinizing her carefully from head to toe.

"Long time no see, Ms. Qiong."

The blonde beauty smiled as she looked at the sky beside her, which was jumping around like a wild monkey.

"I dare not claim to be the best, but I can barely deserve the title of the Holy City's chief alteration master."

She slightly raised her chin, a hint of smugness and boastfulness on her pretty face.

Although her demeanor has become more refined, her underlying lively, clever, and cheerful personality remains unchanged.

"Yes, it is indeed a visible growth."

Qiong's gaze finally settled on the fair, smooth Greek breasts, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"The name Jinzhi is truly well-deserved."

The gold lace trim along the open bodice is a stroke of genius.

The golden flower wasn't embroidered on the skirt, but rather extended from the opening into the snow-capped peaks and ravines.

With the addition of special materials, it presents a unique visual effect, as if gold flowers are directly printed on the snowy cream, giving it a feel of body painting art.

"Thank you for the compliment. Oh dear, being your alteration maker must be so pitiful."

Aglaia complained in a mocking tone, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Teacher Qiong, I have many clothing orders on hand. Could you please be lenient and stop using those special orders to tarnish art and taint it with vulgarity?"

"What do you mean by vulgar? You call yourself a demigod of romance, don't you even know anything about art?"

As he said this, Qiong was quite surprised.

He wanted Aglaia to design several suits for him based on this design concept, to increase his attack speed and critical hit rate.

But he hasn't said it yet!

How did Aglaia know?

Sensing something amiss, Qiong's gaze quickly locked onto the golden thread that had silently wrapped around her wrist sometime earlier.

"Ha, Teacher Qiong, things are different now. I am no longer the person I used to be."

Watching Qiong's actions, Aglaia's lips gradually curved into a smile, carrying a calm "I've finally waited for this moment."

You can't fool me.

"Is this the power of a romantic demigod?"

Qiong raised an eyebrow.

"So, A-Qiong~ Aya is pretty amazing, right?"

Tibao changed into a white casual dress and wore a smug smile.

She taught her!

"It's comparable to mind reading in some ways, and it also functions as a lie detector."

Qiong nodded, but her gaze was drawn to the cute and playful red-haired girl.

Ordinary people might not be able to tell, but Qiong, who can close her eyes and recognize people by the size of their front armor, can clearly see that Tibo has become younger.

About six months old.

Those are subtle changes that most people wouldn't notice.

"Legend has it that Meneta and her retinue pursued the beauty of the world, weaving it with golden threads to create romance, thus granting love to all beings in Onphalus."

Tissot wore a loose white wool sweater, black lace stockings, and a short skirt, exuding a quiet, literary girl style.

Therefore, romantic power is related to feelings, emotions, etc.

"So, your clothes are...?"

Qiong blinked.

This is clearly not the style of Onphalus clothing, is it?

Tissong paused for a moment, a few strands of red hair clinging to her fair skin, her lips gradually curving into a smile, her pure beauty accentuated by a touch of coquettishness.

If this scene were set in a high school classroom, with the window, trees, and a gentle breeze as a backdrop, it would be enough to become anyone's cherished memory.

"Isn't it pretty? Aya designed it for me."

"How is it, Teacher Qiong? This is an aesthetic concept personally taught by Teacher Eden. Don't you think it's... particularly amazing?"

Aglaia raised her chin slightly in surprise at Qiong's presence.

As for the song itself, Qiong recalled that many years ago, when Eden returned to the Honkai world, she had mentioned it to him.

"Good job!"

Qiong looked at the man raising his glass to a sip of Eden and gave him a thumbs up.

"Teacher Qiong, I am now going to put you on trial!"

Aglaia took a deep breath, raised her slender, fair fingers, the other end of a golden thread tied to her fingertips and wrapped around Qiong's wrist.

"Break free from the shackles that bind me."

Her clear voice carried a hint of coquettishness and an undeniable stubbornness.

When she was young and naive, how could she have known about the wickedness of human nature?

Deceived by the teacher's sweet talk, she foolishly agreed to buy all his clothes!

Later, when Kyō threatened her with her broken promise, she was forced to make so many strange and bizarre women's clothes, including some styles that were too embarrassing to even mention, which practically tarnished the reputation of Kinori.

"I'm asking you a question now."

Aglaia shook the golden thread in her hand.

"An honest answer will cause the golden threads to tremble, while a sincere response will remain calm and undisturbed."

Once it's proven that those clothes weren't something Qiong genuinely wanted to wear, but rather something he used as an excuse to have her make and give to others, it's a good opportunity to prove that they were made by him.

Then she could refuse his excessive requests for clothing with a clear conscience and right to do so!

"Teacher Qiong!"

Aglaia took a step closer, her tone questioning.

"In the past, when you asked me to make those women's clothes... were they truly meant for you, something you genuinely wanted to wear yourself? Or were they just a cunning excuse to trick me into making them, so you could then give them away to others?"

The sudden trial of Ms. Kaneki left many young girls with subtle expressions.

Especially the saintesses.

When Qiong was not around, they were responsible for training Aglaia.

The root of what this child obtains from "romance" actually comes from Qiong's deception.

The saintesses were left speechless for a long time.

"Really? You're playing such a dirty trick?"

Qiong revealed an expression that said, "I never expected you could do this," an exaggerated and shocking look reminiscent of a Stephen Chow slapstick comedy.

"Answer me, Ms. Qiong."

"well."

Qiong sighed deeply, her voice heavy with regret.

"So, it really couldn't be hidden any longer?"

"Since that's the case, then I have no choice but to give up hiding it. Yes, those clothes are what I want to wear; I do have a cross-dressing fetish!"

It felt as if someone had discovered his true self, so he decided to give up and let loose completely.

"Haha, that's right, you... ah!?"

Aglaia, who was excitedly about to open the champagne, paused, stunned, her beautiful eyes fixed on the gold thread in her hand.

Didn't it move?

Move!

Move!

Why isn't it moving?

Then, Aglaia looked at Qiong with a look of utter astonishment, as if she'd seen a ghost, and she seemed completely self-righteous, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

Are you kidding me?

At that moment, it wasn't just Aglaia who felt this way.

The saintesses, including Xia Die, Kelidela, and Eden, all looked at Qiong with subtle glances.

Are you serious?

They were aware of the power of the gold thread.

Only on March 7th, Hazel and Vervier made no move.

The former is still in the process of absorbing information from the past few years; the brain is still processing the images.

Heather didn't care; clothing was an obstacle for her and the king.

"I told you, don't get your hopes up too high."