In the end, Sylvia naturally didn't go to Tingyun's room.
Mainly because it was the middle of the night—what business did she have barging into a young woman's room? It just didn't feel proper.
The secondary reason was that Sylvia had never actually been to Tingyun's residence here on the Xianzhou. Even if she wanted to go, she had no idea where to find it.
Not that Sylvia was idle, of course.
One by one, she sent the music files dug up by Silver Wolf over to Acheron.
She had assumed the other party might be offline at this hour, but Acheron popped up almost immediately and started accepting the files.
[Acheron: ?]
[Sylvia: I managed to extract the music files from the greatsword. Since you mentioned before that you liked them, I thought I'd send a copy your way.]
[Acheron: Thank you. This should help pass the time.]
[Sylvia: Glad you like them.]
Watching as Acheron accepted each file one after another, Sylvia didn't bring up the topic of her memories.
If she were honest, she was a little afraid to.
She worried that Acheron might have already forgotten many of the moments they'd shared.
She even wondered if, one day, she might wake up to find that when she messaged Acheron, the reply would be: "Who are you?"
Seeing that Acheron had gone quiet, Sylvia opened the music platform run by the Interastral Peace Corporation.
The name "Robin" wasn't unique, but by adding the keywords "The Family" and "songstress," it was easy enough to locate her social media account—and the music platform she usually used.
If Sylvia wanted to get close to Robin, or at least get her attention, the songs in her possession could serve as a bargaining chip.
In this vast interstellar era, differences in species, culture, and even the structure of one's ears meant that two people could listen to the same piece of music and perceive it in completely different ways.
After all, not all species' auditory organs were tuned to the same frequencies.
That's why the many music platforms under the Interastral Peace Corporation essentially catered to different user groups.
Sylvia had already looked into Robin's platform—it was one that suited her own style well.
Luckily, Robin's preferred genre, even her performance style, was pretty close to what Sylvia remembered.
Not that Sylvia thought the songs she had would be considered top-tier on such a massive interstellar platform. But if the style matched, it'd be easier for Robin to come across them.
Sylvia didn't know much about Robin, but from what she could dig up on her phone, despite Robin's success, she still made a habit of listening to new music—and a lot of it.
As Robin herself put it:
"They say the more discerning the diner, the more refined the chef's skills become. Whatever others may say, I will always be that most discerning listener."
This discernment applied not only to others but to herself as well. Robin held her own music to high standards, and expected the same from others.
That's why Sylvia was willing to take a chance with these few songs.
Still, when it came down to it, this was just a side project.
If it worked, great. If not, she could always fall back on Asta—that incredibly wealthy friend—and latch onto her coattails.
Honestly, latching onto Asta's coattails seemed like the easier route.
After registering an account on the music platform, Sylvia picked three songs, brazenly slapped an "Original" tag on them, and hit publish.
After a moment's thought, she checked her account balance—the one hundred million credits Silver Wolf had transferred in, which still hadn't been reversed—and casually dropped ten million on promotion and featured slots for her three tracks.
"Silver Wolf, what a generous 'daddy' you are. If I can't weasel my way in later, I might as well beg her to transfer a few billion credits into my account."
Sylvia clicked her tongue softly as she watched her three songs appear on the platform's front page. If Elio could really see her future, surely he wouldn't mind lending a hand with something this small.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized there were actually quite a few ways to get to Penacony. Maybe it wasn't as hard as she first thought.
--+--
Meanwhile.
Inside a luxurious apartment.
Robin sat draped in a comfortable home-wear gown, its loose fit unable to conceal the graceful curves of her figure.
She was lounging on the sofa, idly scrolling through her phone, sampling one new song after another.
Her manager and assistant weren't around—this was her time alone.
For Robin, listening to music was both work and a passion.
But lately, these moments felt more like pure relaxation.
During these hours, she could let go of so many burdens—the underlying tensions within the Family, the weight of her own lost voice.
Just as she swiped back to the homepage, she noticed the featured song had changed to one she'd never seen before, by a composer whose name she didn't recognize.
[Rubia]
A title she hadn't heard.
"A new release?"
Curious, Robin tapped on the creator's profile.
"Brand new account… They must have paid for promotion. So much money—I wonder which company's behind this artist?"
After all, if it were an independent newcomer, they wouldn't likely pour that many credits into promotion right out the gate.
There were cheaper promotion packages available, especially if you signed a contract with the platform.
But a new account landing on the front page immediately? That didn't fit the usual profit-maximizing promotion strategy.
"Maybe some rich amateur having fun."
Though her expectations weren't high, Robin still pressed play.
As a professional, she knew better than to judge a song she hadn't heard based on first impressions.
But soon, from the opening notes to the beginning of the vocal melody, Robin's eyes brightened with growing interest.
Even the wings near her head twitched slightly, unconsciously.
"Lovely."
It was exactly the style she loved—the kind of music she herself would sing.
After just the first section, Robin was already captivated.
This could easily become a hit on the platform.
Ms. Robin, with her wealth of experience, quickly reached her own conclusion.
She listened to all three songs in one go, but noticed each was sung in a different voice, which struck her as odd.
"Are these AI-tuned vocals? Not confident in their own voice?"
Seeing the same name listed as the vocalist for all three tracks, she assumed the creator simply didn't want to use their natural voice and had opted for other voice sources instead.
"That just won't do… All these songs are such high quality—using someone else's voice source is such a waste—!"
Robin felt a little displeased.
In this day and age, plenty of creators used AI voice libraries to compensate for vocal shortcomings. She knew not everyone had a good singing voice.
But that was beside the point.
To come across such beautiful songs, only to find they used AI vocals—it was almost unbearable for a songstress like her.
It was like eating pineapple pizza in front of an Italian—it just left a bad taste in your mouth.
"No! I have to find some time to ask this person if they'd be willing to let me buy the rights and record a version myself! These songs deserve better!"
Even without her voice, as a professional musician, Robin wanted to secure good music when she found it—she could worry about the rest later.
--+--
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