角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
流亡至黎明的聖城，她目睹黃金裔的傳說在城中激盪。但當她看到那些逼仄骯髒的角落時，只覺得這裡與多洛斯並無不同。
「哼，什麼逐火，什麼英雄，按賽法利婭的經驗判斷，其中定有不可告人的貓膩！」
將黃金裔視作沽名釣譽的騙徒，她把手伸向那黃金的織坊。
「蜜釀？棋盤…還有一把怪模怪樣的琴？都是搜刮來的吧……」
她飲下蜜釀，大啖葡萄葉包飯，耍弄著水晶的棋子。
「呵，地板還會轉呢……」
待她從酩酊大醉中清醒，手中多了一封帶著香味的密信。
她寒毛狂豎，掙脫毯子，逃向自己陰暗的小窩。
「小饞貓：
玩得還開心麼？織坊廳堂被你當作了肆意嬉鬧的遊樂場。
你品嘗蜜釀，不勝酒力。棋盤亂作一團，連舊琴也不放過。
有句話你需記得：蜜釀須飲盡，世事有轉圜。
知道你手藝甚巧，把你碰壞的琴修好。幸好那位騎士統領不在，不然她一定會用劍鋒釘住你的尾巴。」
拿著密信，女孩心中第一次湧出來說不清的感受。
「大城邦的人…花樣這麼多啊。」
流浪的貓兒等了一天又一天，卻沒等到嚴厲的興師問罪。
於是，她吹著口哨，拋著金幣，一次次裝作不經意在織坊門前停下腳步。
「飛兒，有什麼想吃的，直接和*我們*說！」紅髮的女孩們每次都準備一大堆食物。
跟隨織者編織的時候，她常常聽到那些英雄的故事。
「對於流著黃金血的人們來說，逐火是不斷失卻的旅途…即使連生命本身，也微不足惜。」
織者談起提琴最後的悲鳴，死局中陷落的棋子，碎作千道的門徑……
「…那跟我有什麼關係？我只是想吃頓飽飯而已。」
她嘟囔著，蜷起了手指，不小心刺破的指尖上，冒出一滴小小的金色血珠。
這一晚，她也悄無聲息地溜出了織坊。
「沒關係。奔跑吧，賽法利婭。
只有你知道，你的終點在何方……」
月下的身影從視野中消失，房間中只留下織者的喃喃自語。
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
Exiled to the holy city of dawn, she witnessed how the legends of the Chrysos Heirs surged through the streets. Yet when she saw its squalid alleys and filthy, cramped corners, she found the place no different from Dolos.
"Hmph! What Flame-Chase? What heroes? If my experience isn't wrong, I smell shady schemes afoot!"
Deeming the Chrysos Heirs glory-hungry frauds, she targeted a certain golden weaving workshop.
"Honey brew? A chessboard... and a weird lyre? These have got to be stolen..."
She guzzled the honey brew, devoured the dolmadakia, and toyed with the crystal chess pieces.
"Heh, even the floor's spinning..."
When she awoke from her drunken stupor, she found a perfumed letter in her hand.
Hair standing on end, she threw off the blanket and fled to her shadowy den.
"Little Glutton:
Did you enjoy your fun? You treated the weaving hall like your personal playground.
You tasted the honey brew, but couldn't handle it. The chessboard's a complete mess, and you didn't even spare the old lyre.
But remember this: Always drink honey brew to the last drop, and no situation in this world is beyond salvation.
I know you possess great skill, so fix the lyre you damaged. You're lucky a certain knight commander wasn't there, or she surely would've pinned your tail to the floor with her sword."
Clutching the confidential letter, the girl felt a vague, indescribable emotion rising within her for the first time.
"Big city folks... they sure got a lot of tricks, huh?"
The stray cat waited day after day for a harsh reckoning, yet she wasn't held to account.
So, she would whistle, tossing a coin in the air, and time and time again "accidentally" stop in front of the weaving workshop.
"Ciphy, if there's anything you want to eat, just tell us!" The red-haired girls would always have a heap of food at the ready.
While following the weaver at work, she often heard the stories of those heroes.
"For those with golden blood, losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey... and even life itself holds little value."
The weavers spoke of the violin's final wail, the chess pieces that fell in a doomed game, the shattered pathways splitting into a thousand fragments...
"...And what's that have to do with me? I just want a full belly."
She muttered, curling her fingers. A tiny bead of golden blood welled up from her pricked fingertip.
That night, she silently slipped out of the weaving shop once again.
"It's okay. Run, Cifera.
Only you know where your path ends..."
Under the moonlight, her figure vanished from sight, leaving nothing in the room but the weaver's murmured words.
