"Eternal Ringer"
Enchanter 
Church 
Crescent Moon / Half Moon 
M. DMG 
Medium Current: Lv200 SS10
Gallery: Lv200 SS10 + Skills = 20,871 BP
Regal Treat
Holy Delicacy
Simple Meal
Afternoon of Leisure
Quantities shown are for reaching max rank (30)
A channeled spell with a long cast time. Interruption cancels any effects.
M. DMG Dealt +30%. Does not stack with effects of the same type.
P. DMG Dealt +30%. Does not stack with effects of the same type.
When dealing DMG, CRIT Rate +20%. Does not stack with effects of the same type.
'Let me sing you a psalm... eh, too much trouble. Let's find something more fun to do.'
As No. X Bell Ringer, Acappella can control the 'Air' and hear even the faintest sounds around her, including human heartbeats.
Perhaps it's because the world is too noisy that Acappella chose to join the Choir, using music to drown out the sorrowful sounds in her heart.
I used to mistakenly believe that those versed in music theory were 'quiet and composed'—until Acappella came along.
Perhaps it's because a Bell Ringer's duties are too monotonous, or maybe the Church's discipline is too rigid and suffocating, but I can always sense her boundless energy looking for an outlet.
They say that after becoming a Bell Ringer, Acappella's physical form has remained eternally youthful, frozen in her teenage years. It seems her mentality has stayed the same as well...
Objectively speaking, Acappella is a perfect listener. Her hypersensitive ears allow her to assess someone's psychological state through the subtle changes in their pulse and breathing.
It was this gift that helped her survive a harsh childhood without parents.
But who listens to the inner voice of this prodigy?
In a way, all Bell Ringers are lonely. But only Acappella refuses to accept this fact—and she herself hasn't even realized it.
Duty, service, faith, discipline... These chains that bind Acappella may often leave her restless, but the constant push and pull with these constraints has become her way of maintaining her sense of self.
Finally, through all this noise, I heard Acappella's most genuine inner voice for the first time—Play with me.
The carefully stored hymn robe and sheet music bear witness to the turning point in Acappella's life. She's complained to me about many boring things, but never about singing.
Perhaps only when she's softly singing hymns does the world quiet down to listen to her voice.
Now, my ears too are filled with Acappella's thoughts and worries.
Somewhere along the way, this shared cacophony has gradually been brightened by a young girl's cheerful laughter.