Lord of Entertainment-Chapter 339: Heavenly Voice

(3rd Person POV)

A quiet current of excitement and intimacy pulsed between them—subtle, electric, undeniable.

After the final strokes of the sketch, Firfel—still as Rose—draped the robe back over her shoulders. She stepped behind Arthur to peer at the drawing.

Her eyes widened with awe.

It was beautiful. Honest. Vulnerable. Even the most delicate parts of her body were drawn with such respect and restraint that, despite the modest rendering, she couldn’t help but feel shy. Still, the scene continued.

With her leaning close behind him, their eyes met. A breath passed between them.

And then—she kissed him.

Coming off the charged intimacy of the drawing, the kiss landed with even greater intensity. For a moment, it wasn’t Firfel and Arthur playing Rose and Jack.

It was just them—caught in something deeper than lines and lenses.

Only when the director called "Cut!" did reality snap back into place. They broke apart gently, dazed but composed, the lingering heat still crackling between them.

Firfel quickly excused herself, cheeks flushed. Though she and Arthur had kissed before—on and off screen—it had never crossed that unspoken boundary.

Not until today.

Unlike their shared moments during Lord of the Rings, this felt different. Raw. Revealing. The kind of closeness that nudged the edge of something new.

’This film might really change things between us,’ Arthur thought as he watched her walk away. ’Looks like starting Titanic was the right move after all.’

He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Maybe this was the breakthrough he’d been hoping for.

—

Not far away, Firfel rounded the corner and was immediately met by Vivienne and Apollonia.

She hesitated, unable to meet their eyes.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, amused. "Well, well... that was quite the scene."

Firfel said nothing.

"I mean," Vivienne continued with a grin, "I watched the replay. You two? You were made for that moment. It was... romantic."

She turned to Apollonia. "Don’t you agree?"

Apollonia’s face turned red. "I... Yes. It was really romantic. And kind of... intense."

Vivienne smirked. "Exactly. Nothing to be shy about, Firfy."

Firfel finally spoke, her voice low. "I’m not ashamed. Just... a little shy, that’s all."

Vivienne laughed gently. "Please. Look at him—" she pointed over Firfel’s shoulder at Arthur, who was calmly leaving the set "—he’s not shy in the slightest."

Firfel didn’t reply, but her flushed cheeks said enough.

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Following the sensual sketch scene, filming resumed as usual—but something between Arthur and Firfel had shifted.

At first, Firfel had been noticeably shy around him, avoiding eye contact, keeping her voice soft. But over the next few days, that awkwardness faded. They became more comfortable, more natural. And soon, more intimate.

Their chemistry on-screen as Jack and Rose began to spill off-screen.

They weren’t just filming as a couple anymore—they were acting like one in real life. Holding hands between takes. Sharing food in the dining hall. Whispering and laughing in corners of the ship. Sometimes even sneaking in quick kisses when no one was looking.

The cast and crew noticed.

Of course, everyone knew they were dating. That was old news. But they’d never been this affectionate. Arthur and Firfel had always kept things professional on set. Now? It was different.

Some people looked on with envy—some admired Firfel, others wished they were in Arthur’s place.

But Princess Rika’s reaction was... complicated.

She told herself she didn’t care. That her interest in Arthur was only because he once played Michael Corleone—her favorite fictional character.

But day by day, she found her eyes drawn to him more often.

The way he handled the set. The way he moved in character. The way he looked at Firfel.

And worst of all, the way everyone rooted for the two of them like they were some fairy-tale love story.

It annoyed her.

More than it should.

She clenched her jaw during lunch, watching Arthur lean in close to whisper something in Firfel’s ear, making her laugh.

’I must be going crazy...’ she thought, stabbing her food a little too hard.

---

On the bow deck, Arthur stood silently, his eyes fixed on the vast ocean stretching into the night.

’It’s been days... and still no sign of the so-called Fae,’ he thought, arms folded as the ocean breeze tousled his hair. ’The sinking scene is approaching fast. I could carry it out as planned, sink the ship for real with my team’s help—but if something goes wrong during the descent, I’ll need real aquatic support. Ordinary lifeguards won’t cut it.’

He exhaled quietly.

’I could intervene with my powers... but that would be overkill. And using clones? Tch. Unreliable. They each have their own twisted quirks—last thing I need is one improvising mid-rescue and making a mess of everything.’

No. It would be better—cleaner—if the Fae appeared and offered their cooperation. He didn’t need much. Just their presence. Just enough to assist if something went south... and maybe to make the sinking look a little more real.

Pulling the ship back up afterward? That was easy. He could do it himself, alone, without anyone noticing. But for now, all he wanted was a hint that the Fae existed.

’Or are they just another old folk’s tale?’ he wondered.

He almost dismissed the thought—until the deep silence of the night was pierced by a soft, ethereal sound.

Singing.

At first, it was faint. Just a whisper on the waves.

But it grew.

Passengers and crew began to stir, their voices overlapping.

"...Do you hear that?"

"...Is someone singing?"

"...It sounds like a woman... but too perfect..."

As the haunting melody grew stronger, those of weaker will began to sway. Their eyes glazed over, their steps aimless. One by one, they wandered toward the edges of the ship, completely entranced.

Not everyone succumbed.

Firfel, Vivienne, Apollonia, and Rika remained unaffected—along with a few of Rika’s friends, Captain Ollie, and some seasoned sailors. Among the crew, Klein, Amon, and several others held their ground.

Arthur had sensed the shift in the air long before the singing began. And rather than unease... he felt satisfaction.

He stepped forward, eyes narrowing as dark shapes flickered across the water—silhouettes dancing beneath the moonlight.

Figures. Dozens of them.

They sang in harmony, voices both heavenly and dangerous.

A slow smile crept onto Arthur’s face. "Finally. The Fae," he murmured.

Footsteps approached behind him. He didn’t turn. He already knew who it was—Firfel, Vivienne, and Apollonia.

"What’s happening?" Firfel asked, her voice tense.

Vivienne and Apollonia looked pale, visibly shaken by the sound still echoing through the air.

Arthur tilted his head slightly, voice calm. "No need to panic. Just some sea friends... putting on a show to welcome us."

The three women stepped to the railing, squinting into the darkness.

The figures were still distant... indistinct. But the longer they stared, the more the illusion faded.

And what emerged was chilling.

Sleek bodies. Flowing hair. Angelic voices.

But their faces—twisted, monstrous. Eyes void of warmth. Mouths curled with something that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Sirens..." Vivienne whispered.

Apollonia clutched her arm, breath catching.

Even Firfel’s calm began to waver.

"They’re... beautiful," she said. "But terrifying."

Arthur raised a hand, his tone steady. "Don’t be afraid. A fish will always be a fish."

Vivienne scowled. "What’s that even supposed to—" She paused, her expression shifting. "Wait... why is the ship turning?"

At the helm, in the bridge where the ship’s controls were managed, Captain Ollie looked pale. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as the sirens’ voices drifted through the air like a haunting lullaby.

"Change course! Full speed ahead!" he barked. "Those damn sirens—I’ve dealt with them before! This singing is how they lure ships to their doom!"

"Aye, Captain!" the sailor responded, quickly adjusting the controls.

Ollie clenched his jaw, eyes locked on the eerie silhouettes in the water. The ship veered away, as he’d ordered—pulling back from the dangerous call of the sea.

Just then, a crewmember burst in. "Captain! Boss Arthur says to reverse course and head back!"

The room fell silent.

Captain Ollie’s face twisted in disbelief. "He’s lost his mind..."

But before anyone could say more, the door opened—and Arthur stepped in, completely composed.

"Turn the ship around," he said calmly. "I have something to discuss with our singing guests."

The bridge crew stared at him in stunned silence.

"You’re serious?" Ollie asked, blinking.

Arthur nodded. "Very."

Behind him, Firfel, Apollonia, and Vivienne exchanged glances. Even they were shaken.

’He’s up to something...’ Firfel thought, eyes narrowing. She knew Arthur well enough to understand—he never walked into danger unless he already had a plan.

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