Elysia's thoughts wandered into strange territory.
After a while, she finally reined in her drifting imagination.
Anyway, pushing through the main story should eventually explain what's going on with the Faded Elf, right?
Honestly, she was getting more and more curious.
In the story.
After i obtained so useful intel from Griseo,
she left her in Kosma's care and decided to depart early with Vill-V.
But even after i left, the ga's perspective didn't shift away—it remained where it was.
And slowly zood in on Griseo and Kosma.
The two had a conversation.
Griseo told Kosma that it was she who took the initiative to seek out Sister Vill-V, volunteering to carry out the Ark Plan in his place.
Because she knew Kosma wanted to go fight alongside everyone.
"So… after that… Kosma, did your wish co true?"
"I… I don't know."
Kosma shook his head. "Maybe I just threw my life away in vain,
failing to accomplish anything… failing to beco a hero."
He paused. His voice sank slightly.
"I… I never asked anyone what beca of . I didn't have the courage to ask. I was afraid of the answer."
Players could feel Kosma's inner turmoil through his words.
He wanted to beco a hero—
But did he succeed in the end?
Or rather, to what extent must one go to be called a hero?
It's a question without a definitive answer.
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Because he wasn't sure if he could accept it.
"Then…" Griseo looked at him earnestly. "Why do you want to be a hero?"
Very suddenly, she voiced the question he had likely asked himself countless tis in his heart.
"Is it because heroes are strong?"
"..."
If it had been the Kosma of the past, the chuunibyou phase of Darknight☆Hero,
he might've whispered "...Cool" in his heart.
But at this mont, he answered seriously.
"A hero… is soone who helps others. Soone who leads people to victory."
Griseo pressed further: "Does that person have to fight?"
"Mhm." Kosma nodded lightly.
"Oh…" Griseo lowered her head in disappointnt. "Then I can't be a hero."
"No… that's not true, Griseo. Sotis, what we call fighting doesn't just an one kind of action."
Kosma tried to comfort her.
Perhaps to the other Fla-Chasers, they were both still children.
That's why even Kalpas always looked after them.
But between Kosma and Griseo—without a doubt, Kosma was like an older brother to her.
So of course, he didn't want to see her upset.
"Then… heroes…"
Griseo didn't seem to fully grasp Kosma's aning.
Fighting wasn't limited to a single expression.
She rely continued, her voice pure but her question profound:
"Do they always have to die?"
The mont Griseo asked that—
the in-ga BGM abruptly stopped.
The players, Elysia, and the others watching the story… their expressions all changed.
They unconsciously held their breath.
Kosma, in the ga, also fell into a long silence.
He wanted to say "no."
But he knew—if he couldn't even believe it himself, there was no point in saying it aloud.
Heroes didn't have to die—
But in his era, choosing to beco one made it almost unavoidable.
Even so,
he still wanted to beco… a hero.
Kosma: "..."
Griseo stared at him for a long ti, as if reading the unsaid answer from his face.
"Then I don't want Kosma to be a hero."
Her tone was so resolute. That was clearly not Kosma's color.
It might've been the first ti she expressed her self with such clarity.
"Mom and Dad disappeared. I heard the grown-ups say they were heroes."
"Sister Dystopia disappeared. You said she was a hero too."
"And now, Kosma is going to leave to beco everyone's hero."
Kosma: "Griseo…"
Griseo continued: "Everyone turns into heroes."
"Then… what about ?"
Kosma: "..."
Players: "..."
Elysia and the others: "..."
A mont of shared silence.
The people Griseo had once been well protected by had passed away one after another,
leaving behind only the title of hero.
To her, maybe hero just ant farewell.
She saw many, many people beco heroes—
Until in the end, only she remained.
At an age where she should've been carefree,
she had already faced too much loss.
She must be terribly afraid of it.
That single line—"Then… what about ?"—
might've been a child's cry against a hopeless era.
It wasn't supposed to be this way…
If the Honkai hadn't happened—none of this was supposed to be this way.
[That's so sweet I'm gonna cry ahhhhhhhhh!]
[My only suggestion is to have every MiHoYo staffer beat the scriptwriter up.]
Emotional danmaku filled the livestream.
[I can't help it—I need to rate this.]
[Seeing everyone start rating, I suddenly don't feel like crying anymore.]
[Seriously? You guys are gonna score this too?]
[Score away if you want—but don't underestimate the Theater of Domination! Don't forget who runs this place!]
Kosma looked into the girl's Griseo eyes, unable to speak.
He could only say in his heart:
'Griseo… being a hero isn't just about wanting to be one.'
'When the mont cos, you'll understand—
that no matter the cost… you have to do sothing.'
'Maybe it's for soone, or maybe sothing else…'
'And this ti… for what I couldn't do fifty thousand years ago, I…'
Looking at those eyes, Kosma silently mouthed his answer.
He hoped she'd understand through his silence.
But in the end, he still chose to express it another way—a promise.
"This ti, I might… still want to beco a hero, Griseo."
"But it's not for death. It's to light up the hope of life.
We step into the night… for the sake of that dawn."
The boy smiled gently—rare for him—trying to comfort the girl.
But she only looked at him, her expression growing even sadder.
["Do heroes have to die?" How's that different from saying he's planning to die?!]
[Scriptwriters—enough already! Stop doing this! You wrecked Elysia's mood, now Griseo doesn't want to paint anymore and looks devastated!]
[Reminder: This chapter's title is "Funeral of Heroes." Kosma's death flag just lit up.]
[No way?! Is Kosma next?!]
Griseo looked at Kosma and said:
"Kosma, do you know? Every ti you try to hide sothing from and go off on your own, you wear that expression."
"But I don't want this. I don't want to be protected. I don't want to be left behind.
I want to be like everyone else too…
To have a color of my own…"
Everyone had always treated her like a child.
But in so ways, children are more perceptive than adults.
Griseo had long since sensed the adults' desire to protect her.
But she didn't want to be sheltered forever.
She wasn't clueless.
Her quiet nature may have just been an outer shell.
She noticed and rembered everything the others did.
In her heart, she truly wanted to help them, didn't she?
This mont served as the foreshadowing for her decision later on.
Many players could feel it.
And so, they began to panic.
Because—
the writer's blade now seed poised above both Griseo and Kosma.
No, please!!!
[...??? I take it back, don't tell Griseo's next?!]
[Scriptwriters, STOP! How could you hurt Griseo like this?!]
[Please… don't let witness falling stars and fading dawns.]
...
"Griseo…"
Elysia furrowed her brows, unease in her voice. "She's not… gonna be in danger, right?"
"She shouldn't be, right? 'Otto'-san can't be so cruel to do sothing to Griseo—she's just a kid," Pardofelis was reluctant to believe it.
"Can't say for sure."
Elysia sighed lightly. She wouldn't dare underestimate soone's "ruthlessness."
Pardo responded with rare seriousness:
"If 'Otto'-san lays a hand on little Griseo, even I—
even I, the Can—will be mad!"
"And if you ever need help… with things like lockpicking or sneaking into Otto-san's house for a eting, I could totally help."
Can: "ow~~"
A soft cat sound echoed through the stream.
"Rare to hear you so serious, Felis," Elysia said, tapping the screen.
"Well, rather than guess… let's just see what happens next."
At her words, everyone refocused on the ga.
Griseo looked at Kosma and said:
"So… tell , please… Kosma… what do you plan to do?"
And then—
the screen jumped straight back to i and Vill-V.
Such a jump cut—
how could anyone hold back their emotions?!
[???]
[(Expletive)! Why not finish the scene!!!]
[It's bad enough being cryptic, but now you cut it off too?! I'm losing it!!]
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