Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 – Historical Roleplay: The Silver Mermaid Legend

Wayne Academy Silver Island Field Trip — Day 4, Evening

Sunset Beach

Laughter rolled with the waves. Music pulsed from speakers half-buried in sand. The air smelled of salt, charcoal, and grilled seafood.

Near the shoreline— A full-blown volleyball war had erupted.

"THYRON!" Asha screamed, diving dramatically into the sand. "SPIKE THAT LIKE YOU'RE AVENGING YOUR ENTIRE BLOODLINE!!"

Across the net, Thyron—shirtless, sun-kissed, and insufferably confident—grinned.

He jumped.

BOOM.

The ball shot across like a cannon blast.

Asha flung herself sideways, sand exploding around her.

"LET'S GOOOOO!!"

The crowd roared.

What started as a friendly game had turned into a high-stakes battlefield. The ball barely touched the ground. Spectators gathered, snacks in hand, fully invested.

"Ten thousand pesos says Section 1 loses dignity first!"

"Too late—they already did!"

Further down the shore, things were calmer.

A group of students carefully sculpted an elaborate sandcastle shaped like the academy crest—

Only for a single wave to rise, pause...

...and erase it.

"...That felt personal," one of them muttered.

Far from the chaos, Jayson spread out a plush picnic mat like a soldier.

"This is your zone," he said, pointing. "No shells. No crabs. No suspicious marine life. If anything approaches—call me."

Miexha giggled, pulling her oversized jacket closer. A hint of pink ruffles peeked out underneath.

"You're really that scared of crabs?"

"I'm scared of anything with more than two legs approaching you," Jayson replied flatly.

"I hate dogs," Miexha added with a small pout.

"Exactly." Jayson nodded seriously, patting her head.

Nearby, Zatariel stood at the buffet like a man guided by divine instinct.

"Grilled shrimp... fresh coconut... pasta..." he muttered, scanning the table. "And anything pink. She likes pink food. I don't question it."

Moments later, he returned—tray perfectly balanced, expression noble.

He knelt beside her. "Your snacks, my lady."

Miexha lit up. "Thank you, Riel!"

As she reached for the coconut drink, her sleeve slipped slightly— Just enough to reveal her collarbone.

Zatariel froze.

Critical damage.

"Stay calm," he whispered to himself. "Do not bleed. Do not collapse. You are stronger than this—"

Jayson's voice cut in. "You're within six inches."

"Six point five," Zatariel corrected weakly. "I know the line."

"Danger zone either way."

At a nearby cabana, Section 3 had turned the evening into content.

"We are LIVE from Sunset Royale!" one girl chirped into her phone. "Section 3 is thriving, glowing, and winning!"