行政區廣場人頭攢動，大半個貝洛伯格的市民都聚集到了這裏。希兒強忍着自己對嘈雜人群的厭惡，用尖銳的目光掃過一張又一張面孔。
功夫不負有心人，她很快便鎖定了一個目標。那個戴着灰色格紋帽的男人雙手插袋，在人縫中來回穿梭，藏在陰影下的雙眼狡黠地打探着四周。確認周圍無人注意到他的存在以後——至少他自己如此認為——他將手伸向了身邊一位婦人的挎包。
在他的指頭能夠觸碰到挎包拉鏈之前，一隻纖細但有力的手迅速拑住了他的腕部。竊賊差點疼得叫出聲來，但希兒用另一隻手捂住了他的嘴。
「別出聲。」
雄渾的號角聲劃過天空，熙攘的人群瞬間沉默了下來。一個打扮誇張滑稽的男人衝到了高台上，用尖銳的嗓音喊出了那句話——
「女士們先生們，請歡迎本次慶典的剪綵嘉賓——大守護者布洛妮婭•蘭德女士！」
廣場爆發出震耳欲聾的歡呼聲。借着聲浪的掩護，希兒靜悄悄地將竊賊帶出人群，送到了在邊緣值崗的鐵衛手上。她轉頭望向遠處的高台，視線在一瞬間與身着白裙的女人相撞。大守護者對她露出了一個短促的微笑，希兒也微微點頭作為回應。
然後她們分道揚鑣，一個踏進燈光，一個融入陰影
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.
