Dvalin, I'm Here to Negotiate (Continued)

Furcalos noticed this phenomenon immediately.

Eris also turned his head at the opportune moment, looking in the direction of the Supreme Judge's office with a bewildered expression.

"Eris, you felt it too?"

"Um."

"Furina, stop lying there, let's go!"

Without a word, Furcalos grabbed Furina, who was lounging on the sofa, and at the same time grabbed Eris's wrist, and rushed out the door.

She led the way, dragging two other girls behind her, rushing into the office like the wind and bursting open the door.

"Boom!"

But then he saw Neuvillette sitting perfectly at her desk, holding a handful of clear water in her hands, looking thoughtful.

Upon closer inspection, that once stiff face that seemed to show signs of premature aging now actually looked a bit younger.

"Navilai..."

"Bang!"

The door suddenly collapsed, interrupting Furcalos's urgent questioning.

Although she ascended to the throne of the Hydro Archon five hundred years ago, she quickly went into hiding to carry out her own plans, thus isolating herself from the world and hardly ever using her divine power. Strictly speaking, she had only just entered the mortal world, and her self-understanding of the Demon God was very superficial; she did not fully understand how fragile human creations were in front of her.

In short, Furcalos realized he had made a mistake and immediately shrank back, like a quail that had been doused with cold water.

Neuvillette dispersed the water element in her hand, glanced at the door panel, and said calmly:

"Good morning, La Signora. Furcalos La Signora. Furina."

His businesslike tone indicated that Vilette wouldn't hold the gods of Fontaine responsible for a mere door. After all, he had witnessed enough of the troubles Furina had caused over the years. If he got angry over everything, he wouldn't just be showing signs of premature aging, but would have already started losing his hair long ago.

The Supreme Judge's gaze shifted back to the table, glancing at the lunchbox left behind by Sigewinne.

"Eris, how have you been lately? With La Signora. Furcalos around, have you been a burden?"

Neuvillette's coldness had noticeably subsided. After all, Sigewinne had only come because of Eris's concern. He always appreciated the care and attention from Melusine.

Eris blinked, revealing a sweet, innocent smile:

"Eris is alright, but how is Lady Neuvillette?"

"That's good. I'm fine too. Also, as some of you guessed, the Outer God has just left."

Neuvillette gave Furcalos the answer he wanted directly, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned water to wash the teacup left behind by the Descendant Anqi, placing it back on the shelf. At the same time, she set down four new cups and poured tea into them.

"They're really here?"

Furcalos felt as if a hammer had fallen, heavy yet relieved, and then she froze.

Weren't there only three of them? Why are there four cups of tea?

Furcalos seemed to sense something and turned around.

Sure enough, a young man from Fontaine, wearing a top hat and with a stern face, stood at the entrance.

"Jacob?"

Furina instinctively uttered the other person's name.

Everyone present knew that behind Jacob was Nacizenkruz, who was the guardian of the World Tree —meaning that he had the right to sit on equal footing with the Demon God and discuss the matter of the Descendants.

"Your Excellency the Hydro Archon, Your Excellency the Supreme Judge, and Your Excellency the Assistant Administrator, I Jacob, have taken the liberty of visiting you."

Despite his special status, Jacob showed no arrogance and immediately removed his hat and bowed to show his respect to the rulers of Fontaine.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the five people sat down one after another.

Furcalos, as the Hydro Archon, spoke first and got straight to the point:

"Mr. Jacob, you've come from afar. Does that gentleman have any instructions for you?"

"That's not the case. The Supreme Will has not made any demands. It's just that the Master believes we should keep a close eye on the Outer God's movements, at least to avoid our Supreme Will being completely unaware of them."

"I see."

A hint of relaxation crept onto Furcalos's face.

On the contrary, the more humane Furina maintained a dignified and aloof demeanor, seemingly unmoved by Jacob's answer—in fact, she also loosened her grip on Eris's small hand.

In short, as long as it's not an order from the World Tree, that's fine.

As long as it's not a problem at that level, the current strength of the three Demon God in Fontaine is more than enough to handle it. After all, even a terrible prophecy can be forcefully suppressed by the three Demon God in a time when fate is no longer fixed, let alone anything else.

Jacob didn't concern himself with how the Hydro Archon had split in two. Demon God were among the most peculiar life forms in Teyvat; transformation was their basic ability, so splitting in two was even less surprising. He simply spoke cautiously:

"Lord Neuvillette, although the conclusion should be quite clear from the current situation, out of caution, I would like to confirm with you... have you relinquished your authority?"

"To be precise, she simply took away the energy I had accumulated in order to construct a completely new Water Dragon Authority."

"I see. It seems the Outer God are still accelerating their actions, and perhaps our time is running out."

"She will take 70 days to digest the first power, 7 days to collect the second, 7 hours to devour the third, and finally 7 breaths to obtain the rest... That's what she said."

Neuvillette relayed the Advent's words truthfully, for there was no reason to conceal them.

So much so that the group couldn't help but frown and ponder.

Why is it always 7? Does this number have any special meaning?

Does it correspond to the seven powers? Or is it related to the abilities of the Descendants?

No matter how hard they racked their brains, they would never have guessed that it was just something Anqi said casually. There was no such precise data; it was just something to sound sophisticated.

Unable to figure out the specific reason, the group could only silently note down the unusual number and then move on to another topic.

"Then, Hydro Archon Majesty, if I Jacob to ask further, has Fontaine already made her choice?"

Some time has passed since the meeting of the two kings in Liyue, enough time for the Hydro Archon and the High Inquisitor to carefully study this matter. Furthermore, regardless of what the number 7 actually represents, it's undeniable that the Descendants are accelerating their progress. Currently, even if the unapproachable World Tree isn't in a hurry, the gods of the various nations within the faction certainly need a definitive answer.

Furcalos and Furina exchanged a glance and realized simultaneously that the question was not asked by Jacob, but by him on behalf of the Master and the other four gods of the four kingdoms.

Fontaine cannot delay any longer. Loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal, and this principle applies here as well. Hesitating for too long will be very detrimental to Fontaine's future.

Therefore, the two of them looked at Neuvillette had not yet made a clear statement.