Update - 1.9.0.103

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   "DiscIP.214044.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214044.3": "Veiled Dawn of Spring",
   "DiscIP.214044.4": "What exactly is Coronis researching?\n\nAll you know is that she's been making frequent trips outside Cangwu lately, gone for two or three days at a time. Each return is the same: a satchel of herbs and small monsters, before she vanishes again. By the time she shows up again, those herbs and specimens are all gone.\nIf anything, the volume of liquid in her syringe seems to have increased.\n\nWhat exactly is the liquid in that enormous syringe she always carries on her?\nYou've seen her use it against terrifying monsters, to destroy Stellaroids in the Monolith—it looks like some kind of dreadful, lethal potion. Yet you've also witnessed her injecting children and dying patients with it, as if it were a lifesaving elixir.\nFinally, your curiosity gets the better of you.\n\n\"You wish to know what the liquid in my syringe does? Well, that's complicated,\" Coronis replies, her expression solemn. \"Its properties change depending on the materials I acquire. It may heal. It may kill. Or perhaps...\"\nHer eyes linger on you, thoughtful.\n\"Would you like to find out the effects of what I prepared today?\"\nBefore you can even process it, Coronis shoves you down onto a cot in the infirmary. After drawing the curtain shut, she climbs atop, her syringe already filled to the brim.\nYour gaze fixes on the cold glint of the needle.\n\"W-wait!...\"\n\"Remain calm. It'll be quick, and it won't kill.\"\n\"That's not what I'm worried about!\"\n\nJust as your heart is hammering and you're certain the syringe is about to pierce your skin, Coronis finally lets you go, looking utterly gratified.\n\"Just a joke. This batch isn't approved for human trials yet. But...\" She puts the syringe away, her tone mischievous. \"That said, you place far too much trust in me. You should have fled the moment I drew the syringe.\"",
+  "DiscIP.214045.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214045.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214045.3": "Petals of Blooming Mirage",
+  "DiscIP.214045.4": "A mountain breeze rustles through the trees, stirring their branches as they whisper in the quiet.\nThe peace doesn't last, shattered by gruff shouts a moment later.\n\n\"Flank her! Don't let her get away!\"\nMercenaries charge out from the brush, their boots heavy against the damp earth and fallen leaves.\nThey've been hunting her since the foot of the mountain, finally hounding her out of the dense woods and into the open—a vast sea of flowers.\nWildflowers sway like rolling waves in the wind. At the center of the field stands Otoha, watching calmly as the mercenaries close in from all sides.\nThere is nowhere left to run.\n\n\"It's over,\" the lead mercenary pants, his voice cold. \"Hand over what you took, and maybe we can still settle this peacefully.\"\nThe girl says nothing.\nInstead, she looks down at her paper umbrella and begins to fold it with agonizing care, as if adjusting a precious accessory. She doesn't even seem to notice the weapons pointed at her.\n\"Are you even listening?!\"\n\"I hear you,\" she says, finally looking up with the polite tone of a neighborly greeting. \"I appreciate the warning, but...\"\nShe tilts her head, her gaze sweeping over them.\n\"How can you be so sure the 'me' you've been chasing is actually me?\"\nA sudden gust whips through the trees just as she finishes.\nThe flowers dance. Petals are swept into the air, and through the floral storm, the mercenaries catch a glimpse of her faint smile—then freeze in shock.\nBehind the girl who calls herself a \"Goodwind Homecare Representative,\" a row of paper parasols suddenly appears, unfurling one by one.\nIn the blink of an eye, the wind kicks up a blinding cloud of petals. By the time it clears, the center of the field is empty. She is gone, leaving only a single parasol resting quietly among the flowers.",
   "DiscIP.214046.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214046.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214046.3": "Dawn After Winter",
@@ -382,5 +386,13 @@
   "DiscIP.214048.1": "Main Melody",
   "DiscIP.214048.2": "Victory Tune",
   "DiscIP.214048.3": "Snowy Night Surprise",
-  "DiscIP.214048.4": "\"People give gifts to those they care about on the eve of the Snowish Festival, as a way of expressing their good will...\"\nThat's how the tradition goes. But for Grace Imperium employees, there is no such thing as free time on that day. Everyone is busy preparing for the next day's events, and the gifts to be delivered are stacked in the warehouse like mountains. In all likelihood, their shift would run past midnight; then they'd shuffle home after exchanging exhausted well-wishes, catch a few hours of sleep, then dive straight into the \"Big Battle.\"\n\n\"Even Laru, our queen of slacking, is working overtime? Now there's a sight.\"\nLaru, mid-count, felt a coworker smack her on the back. Her sleepy brain blanked out for a second, and in that second, she promptly forgot the number.\nA moment later, she let out a wail.\n\"No ... no no no!!! I was just about to finish counting and go home!\"\n\nStill, maybe this year's Snowish Festival would turn out a little different?\nEarlier in the day, she'd seen a wooden doll in a shop window, and its face looked somewhat like her own. If she bought it as a gift... Who should it go to?\nWillow? Laru instantly pictured the puzzled look on her face.\nAlbedo? Absolutely not—something this cute would be wasted on a boss who squeezed her dry.\nThe Boss, then? But what if Boss didn't like it?\nLaru couldn't make up her mind, but she ended up going inside the store and buying the doll.\n\nThe Snowish Festival eventually came and went in a busy blur. By the time the midnight bells rang, Laru finally returned home after a long day and saw the neatly wrapped present waiting on her desk—\nMaybe this one was meant for herself.\nAs a Grace Imperium messenger, she had delivered hundreds of gifts today; as the \"Snowish Tree Spirit,\" she'd brought joy to the children. So as Laru, receiving a gift of her own felt more than fair.\nThinking that, she sat down, opened the wrapping, and placed the little doll on her desk.\n\nAnd just like that, another Snowish Festival had passed.\nAs she drifted into the land of dreams, Laru thought she saw the tiny doll hop from her palm and lead her into a new snowy-night adventure."
+  "DiscIP.214048.4": "\"People give gifts to those they care about on the eve of the Snowish Festival, as a way of expressing their good will...\"\nThat's how the tradition goes. But for Grace Imperium employees, there is no such thing as free time on that day. Everyone is busy preparing for the next day's events, and the gifts to be delivered are stacked in the warehouse like mountains. In all likelihood, their shift would run past midnight; then they'd shuffle home after exchanging exhausted well-wishes, catch a few hours of sleep, then dive straight into the \"Big Battle.\"\n\n\"Even Laru, our queen of slacking, is working overtime? Now there's a sight.\"\nLaru, mid-count, felt a coworker smack her on the back. Her sleepy brain blanked out for a second, and in that second, she promptly forgot the number.\nA moment later, she let out a wail.\n\"No ... no no no!!! I was just about to finish counting and go home!\"\n\nStill, maybe this year's Snowish Festival would turn out a little different?\nEarlier in the day, she'd seen a wooden doll in a shop window, and its face looked somewhat like her own. If she bought it as a gift... Who should it go to?\nWillow? Laru instantly pictured the puzzled look on her face.\nAlbedo? Absolutely not—something this cute would be wasted on a boss who squeezed her dry.\nThe Boss, then? But what if Boss didn't like it?\nLaru couldn't make up her mind, but she ended up going inside the store and buying the doll.\n\nThe Snowish Festival eventually came and went in a busy blur. By the time the midnight bells rang, Laru finally returned home after a long day and saw the neatly wrapped present waiting on her desk—\nMaybe this one was meant for herself.\nAs a Grace Imperium messenger, she had delivered hundreds of gifts today; as the \"Snowish Tree Spirit,\" she'd brought joy to the children. So as Laru, receiving a gift of her own felt more than fair.\nThinking that, she sat down, opened the wrapping, and placed the little doll on her desk.\n\nAnd just like that, another Snowish Festival had passed.\nAs she drifted into the land of dreams, Laru thought she saw the tiny doll hop from her palm and lead her into a new snowy-night adventure.",
+  "DiscIP.214049.1": "Instrumental",
+  "DiscIP.214049.2": "Original Track",
+  "DiscIP.214049.3": "Traces of Starlight",
+  "DiscIP.214049.4": "The first step taken—this is the future. Stella's sky unfolds anew.\nLook, the compass in your hand leads you toward the heights of the stars.\n\r\n\nFrom that spark, a light is born, tearing through even the deepest darkness,\nso ring the bell of our beginning—this adventure knows no end.\n\nAcross a thousand light-years, eternally constant, with these feelings held within our hearts.\n\nLet's ascend this uncharted world, unbowed by any coming pain.\nBeyond its veil, a dream awaits;\nwith you, we can cross the boundless plane.\n\nThe night I realized I'm not alone, memories long buried awaken.\nThe destiny once forgotten stirs to life—Memory of Stella Days.\n\nGathering scattered bonds, now that I can bid goodbye to the past.\nI'll cast away all doubt and fear, and push forward beyond the stars.\nLike soft clouds, gently drifting, free.\nAcross a thousand light-years, eternally constant, with these feelings held within our hearts.\n\nIf I'm the one to paint a tomorrow, I'll weave a future, vast and deep.\nAn unyielding heart that never dies, will overcome obstacles countless times.\nOn this long, long journey, I found my ground, a sanctuary I must protect.\nMy spirit soars towards a new era—Memory of Stella Days.\n\nAt the destination lies a hidden past, like a symphony of riddles resonating together.\nThrough every turn, no chain will hold;\nyou stand unbound, transcending all.\nJust the Beginning—with courage held, I'll rediscover love in these hands.\n\nLet's ascend this uncharted world, unbowed by any coming pain.\nBeyond its veil, a dream awaits;\nwith you, we can cross the boundless plane.\n\nThe night I realized I'm not alone, memories long buried awaken.\nThe destiny once forgotten stirs to life—Memory of Stella Days.",
+  "DiscIP.214050.1": "Main Melody",
+  "DiscIP.214050.2": "Victory Tune",
+  "DiscIP.214050.3": "Phantom of the Banquet",
+  "DiscIP.214050.4": "The banquet, as usual, draws to its flawless close amid the clinking of glasses.\nDark motives may hide behind the evening's toasts, and malice may be baked into the cakes, but an air of perfect harmony fills the room ... at least it looks like that on the surface.\n\n\"But if it's all smooth sailing ... that'd be a little too boring, won't you agree?\"\n\nBang.\nIn a loud crash, every light in the ballroom cuts out at once.\nPlunged in darkness, the panicked guests cry out in alarm. As they scramble to find a light,\ntheir eyes are drawn to the windows.\n\nA lone spotlight has pierced the night from out of nowhere, shining directly onto the manor's wing.\nA silhouette dances within the glare. The lithe, athletic figure darts effortlessly through the shadows.\nBetween the flowing hair, the fluffy tail, and the signature kunai, you already have a pretty good idea who is behind this.\nNaturally, you keep quiet, eager to see how this little \"prank\" plays out.\n\nThe shadowy figure suddenly swells, swallowing the spotlight and plunging the room back into darkness.\nA split second later, the sharp crash of shattering glass provokes another wave of screams.\nThe autumn wind pour in, sending chills down everyone's spine.\n\nThe chandeliers flicker before shimmering back to life.\nWith the chaos seemingly over, the rattled guests check on one another while cautiously edging toward the source of the noise.\nSurprisingly, everyone is accounted for, and the windows, locked tight, remain perfectly intact...\nExcept for a single envelope that is resting on the windowsill.\n\nSomeone picks it up and pries it open. Within moments, the letter is passed around, fueling a frantic new wave of gossip.\nYou don't join the commotion, of course. Instead, you scan the room until you spot your real target lingering near the spiral staircase.\nNaturally, there are no secret agents, ninjas, or phantom thieves at the banquet, only a maid with white hair dressed in pale blue, idly spinning a paper parasol.\nShe catches your eye, presses a finger to her lips with a knowing smile,\nthen gracefully vanishes into the shadows on the upper floor.\n\nA strange realization hits you:\nher attention was never on the decoy letter. From the very second you spotted her, she was already watching you."
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