I, Little Griseo, Roaming the Myriad Worlds

There were no reservations whatsoever.

She acted as though she had made this decision long ago, answering firmly and without the slightest complaint.

It would not be an exaggeration to say so!

Her willingness to give things away was simply even more excessive than that of the several World Wills aboard the Ark.

Whatever anyone said, she acted as though it were only natural.

The look in their eyes as they gazed at Little Griseo was affectionate yet tinged with respect. There also seemed to be something else mixed in—unconditional trust.

Reservations?

They did not exist...

But if it was merely gratitude for saving their lives, was that really enough?

Or was it because Little Griseo had come to save the world?

That made her feel more at ease.

And therefore very happy?

Little Griseo did not understand.

But it did not matter.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Sustainer of Heavenly Principles Asmoday had originally intended to contact the Seven Gods directly through the Gnosis.

But after sensing them slightly, she quickly discovered something.

The locations of several Gnoses were abnormal.

They should not have appeared within the territories of other nations.

And yet, they had.

She frowned slightly, fully aware that this was part of the problem her master had mentioned. Although she very much wanted to vent her anger, her master's request was to bring all those Archons up there.

Thus.

She could only make a reluctant trip down to the mortal realm.

Mondstadt.

"Master Diluc, I'm back again, damn it!"

"You've already used up today's allowance."

"..."

Although the Stormterror incident had ended.

Diluc already knew Venti's true identity.

But respect was one thing; he still did as he pleased.

He could let him drink.

But there was a daily limit!

Even though he knew that a god's constitution meant