行政区广场人头攒动，大半个贝洛伯格的市民都聚集到了这里。希儿强忍着自己对嘈杂人群的厌恶，用尖锐的目光扫过一张又一张面孔。
功夫不负有心人，她很快便锁定了一个目标。那个戴着灰色格纹帽的男人双手插袋，在人缝中来回穿梭，藏在阴影下的双眼狡黠地打探着四周。确认周围无人注意到他的存在以后——至少他自己如此认为——他将手伸向了身边一位妇人的挎包。
在他的指头能够触碰到挎包拉链之前，一只纤细但有力的手迅速拑住了他的腕部。窃贼差点疼得叫出声来，但希儿用另一只手捂住了他的嘴。
「别出声。」
雄浑的号角声划过天空，熙攘的人群瞬间沉默了下来。一个打扮夸张滑稽的男人冲到了高台上，用尖锐的嗓音喊出了那句话——
「女士们先生们，请欢迎本次庆典的剪彩嘉宾——大守护者布洛妮娅•兰德女士！」
广场爆发出震耳欲聋的欢呼声。借着声浪的掩护，希儿静悄悄地将窃贼带出人群，送到了在边缘值岗的铁卫手上。她转头望向远处的高台，视线在一瞬间与身着白裙的女人相撞。大守护者对她露出了一个短促的微笑，希儿也微微点头作为回应。
然后她们分道扬镳，一个踏进灯光，一个融入阴影
Character Story: Part IV
• Unlocked at Character Level 80
The Administrative District Plaza is a crowded place, and it's where almost half the residents of Belobog are now gathering. Suppressing her disdain for bustling crowds, Seele scans across the faces in the Plaza with her careful gaze.
Her hard work pays off, and she soon locks onto a target. A man wearing a gray hat, his hands in his pockets, is scuttling back and forth through the crowds while slyly looking from side to side with a sharp expression. After confirming that nobody is watching — at least, so he thinks — the man reaches out to grab the satchel of the woman beside him.
But before his fingers could reach the bag's zip, a slender but forceful hand quickly grabs his wrist. He nearly cries out with the pain, but Seele clasps her other hand over his mouth.
"Not a peep from you."
The majestic cry of horns resounds throughout the skies, and the bustling crowd falls silent immediately. A man in a comical outfit rushes to the podium, and shouts in a piercing voice —
"Ladies and gentlemen! For the ribbon-cutting part of this ceremony, please welcome to the stage — the Supreme Guardian herself, Madam Bronya Rand!"
Deafening cheers erupt from the plaza. Seele quietly pulls the pickpocket out of the crowd during the ruckus, and escorts him to the Silvermane Guards on duty. She turns to look back at the distant stage, and briefly locks eyes with the woman in the white dress. The Supreme Guardian flashes her an ever-so-brief smile, and Seele nods slightly in response.
And then, they go their separate ways — one stepping into the light, the other into the shadows.
— One day, they will finally meet again.
