Chapter 3

Himeko and Brother Dan Heng exchanged a glance,

and nodded in unison.

"What?"

"I thought I, the conductor, was hearing things!"

"So you all heard it too, Pom-Pom!"

Pom-Pom arrived at the train's main hall,

just in time to overhear everyone's discussion,

and couldn't help exclaiming out loud.

Teyvat continent,

Lumine had already been in Sumeru for some time now,

and after many experiences,

they were currently researching how to rescue the Lesser Lord Kusanali.

"Hmm?"

"Paimon, did you hear some kind of sound?"

Inside the room,

Lumine, who was resting,

suddenly asked the listless Paimon beside her.

"S-sound?"

"Mm... it seems like there's a voice talking inside my head."

"But wait, am I dreaming?"

Hearing Lumine's words,

Paimon, who was nearly asleep, let out a drowsy mumble.

"No!"

"It's not a dream!"

"There really was a voice in my head just now!"

"Was it Nahida... or..."

"Scaramouche!?"

Lumine was certain she had truly heard some kind of voice,

she just couldn't make out the source yet!

"Sca-Scaramouche?!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Scaramouche appeared again?!"

"Where, where?!"

"Waaah, so scary!"

Hearing the two words "Scaramouche,"

Paimon acted as if she'd just had a nightmare,

and was scared wide awake on the spot.

They had suffered at Scaramouche's hands several times before.

So now, the moment she heard that name,

she felt very much like a bird startled by the twang of a bow.

"Don't panic, Paimon. Scaramouche probably wouldn't pull something this weird."

"This voice might just be instructions from Nahida for all we know."

"From what the voice said, it seems like if we wait another ten minutes, we'll find out something?"

"Then let's wait."

Lumine soothed Paimon for a bit,

and began to wait patiently.

In the Sanctuary of Surasthana,

Nahida, who was imprisoned here,

had also heard this voice.

"God-tier Plot Livestream Room?"

"That's a term I've never heard before!"

"What could this be?"

Nahida furrowed her brow slightly,

falling into deep thought.

Although she was still young,

she was, after all, the God of Wisdom.

And something that could escape the notice of the God of Wisdom herself

was clearly no ordinary matter.

Liyue, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

"Consultant, did you... hear some kind of voice in your head?"

Hu Tao rubbed her own head,

asking with some hesitation.

"Hall Master, I heard it."

Zhong Li set down the birdcage in his hand,

nodding calmly.

"Ah, this... in broad daylight! Have we run into a ghost or something?!"

"But what little ghost would dare come to our Wangsheng Hall?"

"Aren't they afraid this Hall Master will just burn them into the afterlife?"

"Or could this be an old ghost with profound magical power?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, if that's the case, it's a bit tricky!"

Thinking of this,

Hu Tao began pacing back and forth in the room,

her mind constantly devising what method to use to catch this old, seasoned ghost.

"Run into a ghost?"

"Sigh... I'm afraid that's not the case!"

While Hu Tao was immersed in her imagination,

Zhong Li couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Is the wind about to change?"

"I just don't know what kind of result this gust of wind will bring?"

At Windrise,

Venti, who was having a light drink, looked up at the sky,

his expression turning somewhat melancholy.

That strange voice also appeared in his mind.

Yet he couldn't make out any details from it.

"Celestia, could it be you?"

Venti murmured softly,