Running Away Is Shameful, but Difficult

"I... I've always harbored feelings for you—"

Elafia's voice abruptly stopped, because the red-haired fool, who had no choice but to act despite the embarrassment, finally couldn't resist placing his hand on her shoulder.

So, the Little Deer instinctively turned its head away.

"Sorry, I'm not dead yet... You can think of this as some kind of Originium Arts. Something like that Black Serpent?" Miss Surtr gave an awkward and very impolite smile.

Then Alina looked her over carefully, from head to toe.

He turned his head and looked again at the corpse lying on the ground.

He looked up again and glanced at her.

The poor Little Deer's face flushed crimson in an instant, then turned deathly pale as she realized what she had just said. She let out a pitiful 'gurgle' and promptly fainted.

Miss Surtr suddenly slapped herself in the face.

—What should I do? Did I hear something I shouldn't have heard?!

—I'm already 'dead.' The possibility of Alina lying about a corpse here is negligible. So, based on this theory... is Talulah's family about to jump up and pry me off the wall?!

—But how could I, a Pure Love God of War, possibly do something like breaking up someone's couple?! Talulah, Talulah, where are you?!

Take a deep breath.

Inhale, exhale, inhale again. Calm your mind.

Don't panic.

Because the problem is serious, panicking won't help!

But before that—

The girl sighed softly.

"It would have been so much better if you had come a few minutes earlier or later, so that no one would have felt awkward."

She suddenly turned her head and looked at a spot to her side where a gentle breeze was blowing.

"But now, I'm going to charge you for watching the show!"

The next moment, her figure suddenly shifted several meters, and the sword burning with flames forced out a green figure hiding in the wind!

"Um... I'll sing a song to pay the bill?" The handsome young man with emerald green hair, swirling in the breeze, raised his hands, looked at the Flame Sword pressed against his throat, and gave a fawning smile.

My WPS office archive was wiped out by a Windows 10 restart at 10:00 AM, and I spent an hour frantically typing to finally finish it. My fingers are killing me...

I'd appreciate a vote..._(:з"∠)_

I missed today.

Um, I have some personal matters to attend to. I happen to have one more leave slip, so I'll be skipping today.

Just before going to bed, I realized I hadn't sent a leave request, so I gave up on doing anything and just collapsed...

And... well, it seems like the Genshin Impact universe isn't very popular. Should I split it into a separate volume...? It doesn't really seem necessary though _(:з"∠)_

Chapter 90. Escaping is shameful, but difficult.

Miss Surtr lowered her sword, and the flames on it gradually dimmed and disappeared.

"Singing is out of the question. If you don't mind, how about helping me find someone in this land?" Her words were direct and frank. There was no need to hide anything when it came to the right person.

"Uh..." But the boy in front of him seemed unable to understand this frankness.

"I'm just an ordinary bard. I can sing and compose music without any problem. But finding people..." He looked like he was saying, "I'm so weak, there's nothing I can't do."

"I think you should be able to do it," Miss Surtr tilted her head. "After all, I haven't settled the score with you for your dragon almost kidnapping my sister. Or would you prefer a more decisive and straightforward approach?"

The poet's ingratiating smile suddenly froze.

"My family's dragon or something..." he was still trying to argue.

However, Miss Surtr simply pointed to the 'Eye of God' on his belt, which shimmered with a pale green light.

"You rode the wind, chasing me and that dragon all the way from Mondstadt to here. You even had the ability to pass through that barrier after the dragon fell, making sure the dragon was still alive before coming here to see what was going on—but this spectacle was a bit beyond your imagination, which is why you revealed your weakness. And the bigger weakness is... that Eye of God on your belt, it looks a bit like a glass ball to me?"

"Is that so? Barbatos, the ruler of Mondstadt, the Wind God."

She watched as those azure eyes suddenly changed, a fleeting divine majesty replaced by helplessness and dejection. The poet before her lowered his head, looking melancholy and resigned, and once again raised his hands in surrender.

This is normal. Because the wind dragon is a friend of the Wind God. Even if the dragon is cursed and goes mad, it is still a friend.

So, defeating the wind dragon summons the Wind God. This development seems logical... unfortunately, "logical" doesn't guarantee complete certainty. Otherwise, Miss Surtr wouldn't have had to die not long ago.

"Sigh, it seems the act wasn't convincing enough after all." A wisp of wind dissipated around the boy, clearly indicating that he had just been planning to run away. "But since you've been discovered, there's nothing we can do... I'm sorry, Teyvat probably didn't mean to harm your friend. It was just... injured and a little disoriented. But even so, it has never harmed a single person in Mondstadt. And your friend..."

"She doesn't have Wind Glider, I know." Miss Surtr waved her hand knowingly, offering the Wind God bard a way out. "Everyone in Mondstadt has Wind Glider; everyone can use these devices to fly through the air. The storms stirred up by that wind dragon can blow haystacks away and knock notice boards off rooftops. But these powerful winds don't harm people. And because of the repeated occurrences of the wind dragon incidents, outsiders don't wander freely in the streets."

"Uh... you know, then..."

"But my friend is different." She stomped her foot on the ground, causing it to shake and burying her own corpse in the earth. Then she slung the greatsword over her back, picked up the unconscious—or rather, pretending to be unconscious Alina —and lifted her up in an effortless position, letting the Little Deer lean against her.

"She's a newcomer here, as are I, and my other lost friend. So she doesn't know how to adjust her position in a storm, nor does she know that she can't just walk around in the streets. So, when the wind dragon attacked the city, she was naturally swept up by the storm, and since your dragon— Teyvat— had no intention of harming anyone, it was only natural for it to instinctively grab her and protect her in its claws."

The Flame-haired maiden easily took control of the conversation.

"Even so, your dragon still frightened my friend. It kidnapped her in front of me, forcing me to resort to extreme measures to pursue it, even at the cost of my own life. So, tell me, don't you owe me? Barbatos, the Wind God, the sword I struck your dragon didn't actually harm it; it was more like a rescue. And so, you owe me twice."

"You don't treat me like a god at all..." the boy in green muttered under his breath.

Miss Surtr really wanted to retort—because I've killed more gods than you've slept. If we were to actually talk to gods like that, one of us would probably collapse on the spot!

Obviously, she couldn't say that. So Miss Surtr simply gave a smile that was neither awkward nor impolite.

Then she saw the Wind God boy in front of her scratch his head.

"Alright, my mistake. I thought you were also a Genshin Impact with a Vision of God. Since you were able to defeat Teyvat, there was no way you could have been hurt by a few wolves. Who knew you didn't have a Vision of God..." The relaxed expression on the boy's face silently faded, and his gaze towards Miss Surtr gradually became serious.

"How interesting. You don't have a divine eye, yet you can forcibly control the elements through strange secret techniques, and you can even 'come back to life' in such a bizarre way... You look like an immortal from Liyue. But you also give me the feeling of being a native of Mondstadt. You... are you an outsider?"

"Yes, that's me," Miss Surtr replied frankly.