Chapter 166: The Grave of the Shining Stars
After dragging Bel to a whirlwind of magical shows, a slapstick illusion duel, flame jugglers, and a performer who danced on threads of light, Airi finally slowed down.
Bel followed without complaint, though his face grew more and more tired. Crest trailed behind, always just far enough to feel forgotten.
They stopped by a food stall and grabbed another set of skewers before settling on a lantern-lit bench tucked beside a crooked alley.
The golden light gave their skin a faint, dreamlike hue. Music drifted from a nearby plaza.
It was a beautiful night, in every way possible.
Bel looked down at his skewer like it was his biggest challenge.
"Again?" Airi teased. "Never had meat that didn’t scream first?"
He didn’t answer.
She grinned and wiggled her skewer toward his mouth.
"Fine, fine. I’m in a good mood so I’ll help you. Say ah~."
Bel raised a brow.
"Maybe stop annoying him," Crest said, sharper than before.