[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors-":3,"chapter-honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-20":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Honkai Star Rail: Wait! Why Are There Two Saviors on Amphoreus?!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1546085,2008,"Chapter 20","honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-20",20,"\u003Cp>Her fingertip unconsciously tapped her chin. \"But the exact wording of the prophecy was: ’All shall bid farewell to one, and that person alone will witness the miracle’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...But could this ’one’... perhaps refer to blood-related, identical twins being considered as ’one person’ in some mystical sense? After all, prophecy are often full of metaphor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaethon’s hand, which had been selecting a longsword, paused. He shot a precise, exasperated glare towards Cyrene, who was poking Trianne’s cheeks. \"What brother? Who told you that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone carried a hint of stiffness and rejection. \"Whatever you want to do with my brother is your business.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He chose his own path, he walks it. But don’t try to pin any ’Savior’ label on me. I’m not interested.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Little Little Whitey!\" Trianne, seizing the moment Cyrene was distracted, finally broke free from her \"clutches\" like a slippery little fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She darted in front of Phaethon, tilting her head back to look up at him, her deep blue eyes filled with pure curiosity and conviction. \"Little Little Cyrene told me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She said you have half of a ’Savior’ card too! An Oracle Card! Right? So you and your brother together make the complete ’one’!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaethon looked down at the lively, utterly well-meaning face so close to his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The retort about the absurd nickname \"Little Little Whitey\" died in his throat, ultimately swallowed back as a nearly inaudible sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply picked Trianne up and settled her on his lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(His ahoge: Heh! I’m up again!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He once again directed his \"death glare\" at the instigator, Cyrene, the meaning in his eyes clear: *You just wait.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cyrene, receiving his look, wasn’t frightened in the slightest. Instead, she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She silently thought to herself: *Sorry about that, little Phaethon~ But if you keep everything bottled up inside forever, you’ll never make good friends, you know? ♪*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having successfully achieved her goal, Cyrene was satisfied. Her sly gaze, like a searchlight, slowly shifted towards the last target in the room—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple-haired girl who had been as quiet as a little quail since entering, trying to make herself small in the corner, her hands tightly clasped on her knees as if afraid of touching something she shouldn’t: Castorice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile filled with \"inquisitiveness\" and \"playfulness\" curled at the corner of Cyrene’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Castorice: *...I have a bad feeling about this...*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Cyrene’s \"malicious intent\" could fully envelop her, Castorice moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Phaethon,\" Castorice’s voice was soft, carrying a barely perceptible tremor. She took a deep breath. \"Might I request... that you step outside to speak with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaethon’s gaze moved from the quietly snuggling Trianne on his lap to Castorice’s face. Her eyes were unusually determined, even carrying a hint of grim resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(*What’s with this girl? She looks like she’s marching to her doom...*)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned slightly. After a brief moment of hesitation, he nodded and gently set Trianne down beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Phaethon agree, the tension in Castorice’s shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. She turned silently and walked out first towards the moonlit courtyard beyond the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Cyrene’s gaze dimmed slightly as Castorice left, but then she turned her attention to Tribbie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lady Tribios...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little Cyrene, you can call me Teacher Tribbie,\" Tribbie responded gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Teacher Tribbie,\" Cyrene quickly corrected herself. \"I’ve heard you were the former Holy Maiden of Janusopolis. Regarding the spell ’Oronyx Prayer’...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry,\" Tribbie shook her head gently, dashing Cyrene’s hope. \"We don’t know that spell either. However...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door closed behind them, muffling the sounds from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaethon’s tall figure stood under the eaves, the moonlight outlining his hard, cold profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the purple-haired girl carefully twisting her fingers before him. \"What is it?\" His tone was as flat and direct as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Castorice flinched almost imperceptibly, as if pricked by his blunt tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced herself to look up and meet Phaethon’s gaze. Her voice still held a polite formality, but she tried to convey her own insistence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Phaethon... I... I wish to know, why... why did you have to kill those soldiers? Even if...\" Her words faltered. Her fingers twisted tighter, the knuckles turning white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaethon’s brow instantly furrowed into a deep scowl. \"Stop! Stop! Stop! You’re not about to say I shouldn’t have killed them, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Castorice, intimidated by his suddenly intensified aura, felt her breath catch. But the urgency and insistence in her eyes didn’t fade; instead, it grew stronger:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not exactly, it’s just... Lord Phaethon! Life is the most precious thing! Once it’s lost, it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Precious?\" Phaethon’s voice dropped low. \"Have you considered that if I hadn’t killed them, I might be the one dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or the people I need to protect? The moment they drew their weapons, I had no intention of leaving any of them alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took half a step forward, his tall figure casting a shadow over Castorice in the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think that facing a group of people who want you dead, they still deserve leniency? You really are a bit naive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Castorice was forced back a small step by his presence, her face appearing paler in the moonlight. But her gaze only grew more determined and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She straightened her spine. Her voice was soft, but each word was clear: \"Lord Phaethon, you may have misunderstood. I know you had to act against them in that situation! But aside from killing them,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There were many other methods you could have used to neutralize the threat! Knocking them out, restraining them, even crippling them to render them immobile would have been acceptable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What I want to know is, among all those options, why did you choose to bring ’Death’ to them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phaethon stared into her unyielding eyes, shining with a near-stubborn light, and finally understood the true question in Castorice’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he let out a long sigh. That sigh seemed to contain a measure of understanding, mixed with a touch of helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he spoke again, his tone held a rock-like firmness:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your conviction, I see it. It’s pure, and also very... idealistic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused. \"But you must understand, I do not kill for sport. I killed them because in that moment, they chose to do evil, chose to raise their weapons against the innocent or the weak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One must take responsibility for their mistakes! Pay the price! That is my ironclad rule! One of the principles I live by!\" His words echoed in the quiet courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowed his speech, looking at Castorice. \"I respect your belief—that life’s value is above all else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Although,\" the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch almost imperceptibly, with a hint of wryness, \"this might make you seem... overly merciful, even ’Saintly’ in some people’s eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not try to refute this conviction you hold in your heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But, Castorice, I equally hope that you can respect my stance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"People can make any choice they want. But every choice comes with corresponding responsibility and consequences.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When they choose to commit evil, choose to rob others of their lives or peace, they have already placed their own lives on the scales.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Paying with their lives is the ultimate price they bear. It is the inevitable result of the choice they made.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1214,"2026-06-06T06:59:16.952Z",1,"novelbin.me","0fc27840871823320aed439b01e80a1601eab49b46a2a14e22b6e8d5e4cbf74c","honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-262","honkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--chapter-169",300,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhonkai-star-rail-wait-why-are-there-two-saviors--cover.jpg"]