Next came Kaeya's letter. It showed him drinking with Volga, with Diluc there too—the drinking was happening at his tavern, the Angel's Share.
"The Favonius Knights will always welcome you."
Then came Razor and Rosaria. Razor clearly wasn't much of a writer, so Rosaria had to help him.
Their letter showed the moment Varka had rescued them.
Varka, his greatsword slung across his back, reached out to them.
"Come on. Let's go back to Mondstadt."
"Grandmaster, when you see this..."
"To Varka..."
"To Varka..."
"Lupical..."
The letters from the Favonius Knights were gathered one by one. Meanwhile, the Traveler and Venti climbed onto Dvalin's back.
"Poems and letters were among the first ways humans sent their longing to those far away. Make sure every one of them gets there, stranger who catches the wind."
Holding the letters, the Traveler used his connection to Varka to send them all to him.
Voices of his companions rang out from the letters, one after another. Then the letters turned to light and landed in Varka's hands.
Roland was stunned by what Varka had done.
"You used the thoughts of others to keep a contradiction alive, even to reverse assimilation. Seeking the bonds and answers of others is not the proper path of a knight.
It seems the Abyss will no longer allow me to exist. But next, countless souls who died unjustly will rise to stop you from returning.
If you truly believe in your path, then grant them release. Carve out a bloodstained triumph, Varka, the strongest Knight of Boreas."
Roland had vanished, leaving behind a vast host of the Wild Hunt.
And by calling Varka the strongest Knight of Boreas, Roland had admitted his defeat.
Yet Varka was now surrounded by countless members of the Wild Hunt and monsters.
Over