Uh, hearing many voices?
Durin froze for a moment. Why did this description feel so familiar? In Piltover, being able to hear the voices in people's hearts and perceiving every soul as a song—in his memory, there were only two female characters in League of Legends like that: one in Demacia, and the other right here in Piltover.
The former was Sona, and the latter was Seraphine!
Or affectionately known as: the Wheelchair Girl, the Songstress, Sona 2.0, and so on.
When Riot Games released this champion, the hype was immense—solo music videos, personal social media accounts on Twitter—it was as if they were trying to create the next Hatsune Miku virtual idol.
Could it be her?
"May I ask what your name is?" Durin inquired.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Daniel. I'm an acoustician and a factory owner." The wrinkles at the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes could no longer be hidden as he asked nervously, "Mage Durin, do you think my daughter's trouble can be solved?"
"Not necessarily. At the very least, I need to see your daughter first," Durin replied.
He recalled that before he transmigrated, he had looked up some background lore on Seraphine. In his memory, this magical girl solved her own problem in the future because her father spent his entire fortune to buy a Hextech crystal—a gem that was truly priceless, originating from the magical stones inherent to the Brackern.
Seraphine's father used this Hextech crystal to build a device for his daughter to suppress her magical hearing. In the future, this device would even allow Seraphine to combine it with her own talent to give birth to a brand-new power.
If this middle-aged man's daughter really was Seraphine, then Durin's solution would be very simple: tell this man named Daniel the successful plan from the future ahead of time, and leave the rest to him.
And he could easily save a large sum of money on his rent.
"As long as there's even a slight possibility, I'm willing to try," Daniel said, composing himself slightly. "I'll take you to see my daughter now."
"Alright!"
Durin confirmed.
The two of them set off, heading towards Gryllweir Avenue. The high-rise buildings here were all constructed from limestone ashlar and chamfered timber, adorned everywhere with bronze finishes, leaded glass windows, and brass eaves, each surface reflecting the dazzling sunlight.
It wasn't until they stopped in front of a red-brick house with a garden that Durin realized just how wealthy Seraphine's family was.
Good grief, in a place like Piltover where land is at such a premium, he actually managed to buy his own villa through his own hard work.
The entrance was a small foyer with a shoe cabinet and a clean carpet. The floor was made of rosewood with a clear grain and a light color, creating a visually warm feeling.
Entering the foyer, the first thing he saw was the first-floor living room, about seventy to eighty square meters, with a set of sofas, a coffee table, a long desk for work, and a floor-standing air conditioning unit.
Durin even saw high-end appliances like a radio and a record player. On the glass windowsill decorated with bronze grilles sat a pot of violets, emitting a faint, elegant fragrance.
"Mr. Durin, what would you like to drink?" Daniel asked curiously.
"Ice water, thank you."
Walking into the house, Durin could feel a wave of refreshing coolness, forming a sharp contrast with the heat outside.
As expected, wealthy families were different.
Daniel handed Durin a glass filled with ice cubes and said, "Please, make yourself at home, Mr. Durin."
Durin nodded. He didn't lean his back directly against the sofa; even while sitting, he only occupied half the seat, remaining quite mindful of his image.
"Mr. Durin, please wait a moment while I go call my daughter," Daniel said somewhat nervously. "When you speak to her later, please be mindful of your tone and try not to upset her."
"Father, who is he?"
Suddenly, a cold and aloof young girl's voice rang out in the living room.
Looking toward the sound, Durin saw a girl who had emerged from the Washroom to the right of the living room at some unknown point. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, pure and lovely.
She gently used her slender fingers to tuck a few strands of pink hair that had fallen over her cheek, but her azure eyes were filled with wariness and indifference toward the stranger. Her waterfall-like pink hair draped smoothly over her shoulders, accentuating her milk-white skin.
Her shapely, slender legs were clad in deep purple stockings, their lines exceptionally graceful. Combined with her milky skin, she exuded a youthful beauty, the two textures creating a strong sense of contrast.
Coupled with her gorgeous, princess-like dress, her overall aesthetic looked quite different from everyone else's.
Durin didn't even need Daniel's introduction to be absolutely certain that the pink-haired girl before him was the future famous Starry-Eyed Songstress—Seraphine.
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