Doctor, you'll be working hard today? Then, I'll stay with you. If you slack off, then I'll use this staff... Like this... and give you a smack on the head. Bonk, bonk.

Beeswax, Beeswax, Beeswax... Mm, okay. I should get used to it after reading it a few more times. Oh, Doctor, do you need something? I'm just trying to get used to hearing my code name... so I don't fail to react and get made fun of when others call me.

This bug... Midnight seemed very scared of it and jumped up into the air as soon as he saw it, so I helped him catch it. But, where should we put it now... Um, Doctor, why are you backing away?

My clothes are a bit big, so I feel at ease when they drape over my body. I like that sensation. But, sometimes, I'll accidentally step on them—Uu, uwah, ahh...! ...Fweh, I tripped again... Ow…

The new piece the Folk Song Association put out this month is my new favorite song. Oh, you've never heard of them before, Doctor? The full name is the Folk Song and Originium Arts Research Association... Still haven't heard about it? What about the Electro-music Arts Alliance? How about the Rap and Folk Joint Vantage? Haven't heard of any of them?

The mark on my head? Ah... this is a ceremonial emblem passed down from generation to generation in my tribe, and it is a symbol of our Golden Gods' blessings on our tribe and our people. The faceless gods will protect us, no matter where we go, whether or not we remember them...

Leaving the tribe and traveling to other cities and countries is a rite of passage for all our tribespeople. Only by completing it can one become a fully-fledged adult like my sister. Um, Doctor, you believe I can handle it, don't you?

Hehe, my horns are big and pretty, right? There aren't many people in the tribe who can boast horns like mine! The secret to maintaining them is to apply essential oils once a day, gently massage them with a soft brush—W-Wait, Doctor, I haven't finished today's routine yet, even you can't just touch them like that!

Doctor, please come here. Mm, okay, close your eyes, and let me touch your forehead. The scorching sun, the raging storm, and waves of golden sand washing across the desert. The gods set foot upon the land where we were nurtured, and bestowed our tribe with their blessings. Now, I will share this blessing with you, Doctor.

Zz... zzz... Sister... you dummy... zzz... mm... H-Huh, Doctor? I fell asleep...? Sleeptalking? Did I say something?

Hmm... Wah, excuse me, I let my mind wander. Hello, Doctor, I am, my code name is... Umm... Ah, I remember! It's Beeswax. Do you like it? My tribe helped pick it for me.

Hm...? I have to watch all of this?

Promotion? Mm... I don't quite understand.

Doctor, perhaps the path that lies ahead for Rhodes Island is destined to be long and treacherous, but please remember, the gods' decrees and my blessings... will always be with you.

Umm... where are we going this time?

I'm the leader...? Even though I'm not sure how you select your team leaders, I'll try my best.

Well then, let's go.

Someone's over there. Everyone, please be careful.

Yes, I'm here.

How can I help?

Over here? Leave it to me.

The land beneath my feet is the domain of the gods.

Devour them.

Crush them.

Sleep beneath the golden sands.

This is the blessing of the gods.

May they also receive the blessing of the gods…

Phew... It's over. Doctor, was I able to be of use?

Ooh, they got away! Mm... but I guess that's fine?

We can't do this anymore, Doctor. I'll hold the enemies back, so please escape!

What a spotless room... It'd be troublesome if I accidentally spilled sand over it, right?

W-Woah... I stepped on my clothes again…

Ah, Doctor, please look at this! I caught another bug!

Arknights.

Wepet renpet neferet, Doctor. It's an important day, so the first thing I did was a little horn care. Now my friends can come touch them... Oh, touching my horns, you can't feel how well I've kept them? Hm, that's okay. You don't have horns. I don't blame you.

Doctor, I've been waiting.

It's your birthday today, Doctor? Okay. Let me give you my blessing. Please close your eyes and imagine an endless desert. In the desert, a priest knocks the staff on the ground. The sound signifies the gods' blessings are drawing near, and each step kicks up a sandstorm... Huh? Why did you start coughing?

Even now, I still haven't figured out what my sister is up to. But having traveled with Rhodes Island for so long, I've seen lots of sights like the ones in the magazines, but with my own eyes. When I go back to my people, I'll probably see more clearly the blessings of the gods.