[ Hahahaha, Captain, what are you doing? Captain! ]
[ The originally sad atmosphere got diluted in an instant. ]
[ Please identify who in this picture is the "Deliverer" everyone is talking about. ]
[ Tribbie: Shocked. Aglaea: Helpless. Hyacine: Confused. Mydei: Confident. ]
[ I'm dying of laughter. This Phainon scene is going down in Honkai: Star Rail drama history. ]
[ Post a picture and let everyone guess their combat strength. ]
[ Honkai: Star Rail, will you die if you play one less meme? ]
[ Yes. If they play one less meme, they'll make up for it with even more in the next season. ]
[ 6. ] [ Isn't this a very normal pose? Generally speaking, in web dramas or anime, there are only two ways to lie face down. ]
[ What are the two? ]
[ One is lying face down while stretching out one finger. The other is curling up like a shrimp. ]
[ Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore! ]
— —
"Dee! What did you do to everyone?!"
Tribbie stomped her foot at Mydei.
Mydei stood with his arms crossed, looking every bit the victor—though his voice was still trembling.
"Hmph… I simply won another bout of combat, that's all."
Hearing this, Hyacine looked even more confused. "C-combat?"
"As expected," Aglaea's eyes darkened as she sighed. "These two may be the strongest warriors in the holy city on the surface, but they can't hide their childish natures… Go on, Mydei? Tell us what foolish things you and Phainon did."
[ Translation: As expected, Amphoreus's future is pitch black. ]
[ How old are Phainon and Mydei exactly? ]
[ Who knows? Their combined mental age definitely doesn't exceed three. ]
[ Apart they are each a king, together their intelligence is ominous. ]
[ Hahahaha, this is kinda fun. ]
— —
The scene shifted.
It went back to a short while earlier.
Mydei was standing behind Phainon.
At the time, Phainon was still caught in the shadow of failing the Strife trial. Even his two unruly ahoge strands were drooping.
Mydei was slowly thinking of ways to comfort Phainon.
Countless lines flashed through his mind…
"Are you feeling better, friend?"
Or, "Failure is common in battle. Don't mind it."
How about, "Let's take a bath to relax, bro."
Mydei shook his head fiercely.
No, that's not right.
Saying something like that would be harder than killing him.
Try rephrasing?
"Cheer up. You still have greater goals ahead."
"Want a drink, buddy?"
"If you don't mind, let's talk."
Sigh… Forget it.
Mydei felt he couldn't say any of it.
[ Hahaha, my tsundere little lion. ]
[ This is unbearable. He actually went through all of them in his head. ]
[ Textbook tsundere. ]
However, the next line he spoke made the bullet-screen audience completely lose it.
"Did I see wrong? The great 'Deliverer' is finally willing to step out into the light?"
[ Hahahahahaha. ]
[ I can't anymore. These two really… hahaha… ]
[ Mydei ultimately chose the line with the most bullet comments. ]
[ The legendary player who goes 0 for 6. ]
[ The astonishing wisdom of the Castrum Kremnos Crown Prince. ]
[ I told you—tsunderes never go out of style. ]
[ It's been so long since I've seen such a classic tsundere. ]
[ I can't take it. He ran through so many comforting lines in his head, yet the one that slipped out was still a taunt! ]
— —
Hearing Mydei's voice, Phainon turned around with a resentful look. "Hmph."
Mydei's brows furrowed. "'Hmph'… What kind of answer is that?"
"Nothing—just imitating your usual self." Phainon fully regained his composure and looked Mydei up and down. "I don't sense any special aura on you… Did you pass the demigod trial?"
"The ritual hasn't been restarted yet. Lest you forget—it hasn't been that long since I dragged you out of the trial."
"I haven't forgotten."
"No need to thank me."
[ I always feel like they're not on the same wavelength when talking, yet they somehow manage to connect. ]
[ Their bickering is just too funny. ]
— —
Suddenly, Phainon began reciting some strange lines:
"'…The last light of the long night, the steadfast walls of Okhema.' 'How many travelers came from afar, thinking it was a bountiful garden of figs and olives…' '…Only to fall into a burning furnace?'"
Mydei paused, wondering if he had provoked some kind of illness in Phainon.
"What trick are you playing now?"
"I just felt inspired and wanted to recite a few verses. The Prince of Castrum Kremnos can understand poetry, can't he?"
"People of Castrum Kremnos don't read such soft words, but my library contains plenty of such books."
Phainon folded his hands over his chest.
"These lines express the author's homesickness. Just as Okhema is far from most people's hometowns."
[ Homesickness! ]
[ Classic. ]
[ This line must have been used by everyone until retirement. ]
[ Hahaha, too classic. ] [ Writing this line alone should get at least one point. ]
[ Formulaic answering is just that fast! ]
— —
"I can understand poetry, you HKS (bastard)," Mydei said to Phainon.
"Hah… Stop pretending to be deep, friend. Thanks for pulling me out at the critical moment, but from what I see, you weren't prepared for the trial either."
"Don't lump our situations together. I still have my people behind me. Before solving their problems, I cannot ascend to godhood alone."
"Oh?" Phainon instantly seized the only chance to counterattack. "So the brave Mydeimos, heir to the throne of Castrum Kremnos, actually wants to break a thousand-year-old tradition of his clan?"
Mydei sighed lightly. "I'm still thinking about what to do."
"Forget it. I'm afraid it's not my place to give you advice." The next moment, he changed the subject. "However, I suddenly have an idea…"
"Go on. What kind of bad idea is it this time?"
"Perhaps we both need to release some pressure. Come on, Mydeimos—let's continue our previous competition…"
Phainon revealed a resolute gaze as he stared directly at Mydei.
"This time—let's see who can last longer in the super high-temperature bath!"
[ In human terms: competing to stew themselves in an iron pot. ] [ Phainon's resolute gaze looks like he wants to join the Party. ] [ Me and my idiot roommate. ] [ We can clearly see that these two are indeed very good brothers. ]
— —
Mydei let out a contemptuous laugh without saying a word.
"What? Getting cold feet?" Phainon continued provoking him verbally.
"The dictionary of Castrum Kremnos does not contain the word 'cold feet.' I simply find it laughable. You wild historian—haven't you heard that when people of Castrum Kremnos bathe, they use the scorching molten iron for forging swords? Today, I shall teach you these courtly manners!"
[ So does the dictionary of Castrum Kremnos actually have any words in it? ]
[ Yes, HKS. ]
[ Note: Molten iron used for forging reaches 800°C. ]
[ There's a reason these two can play together. ]
— —
In the scene, the "Bathhouse Sprite" danced gracefully and began commentating on this bout.
"And thus! An unprecedented sauna battle began."