That sounded like an obvious brush-off. Paimon planted her hands on her hips. "You can't get off that easily!"
"Let's talk about the Expeditionary Force instead."
"Right. Now that we've defeated Roland's Reflection, the Wild Hunt probably won't be able to mount another counterattack anytime soon.
Aside from those taking turns manning the outpost in Nod-Krai, everyone else will return in groups.
Albedo and Durin will come back with the first group of the Expeditionary Force. You should see them before long."
"And what about your future? Don't you want to talk about it?"
"My future? Maybe you've already heard about it from Barbatos or the Hexenzirkel. I once glimpsed a Reflection of the future in the Hydromancy Disk."
"An abyssal calamity from the north."
"Right. From the looks of things, that future has changed, thanks to you, Traveler.
But once I've dealt with the odds and ends at the Knights of Favonius, I'll still have to head north again. There's plenty to handle at the new outpost in Nod-Krai.
The first knights who volunteered to stay behind haven't been relieved yet. How could I just leave them there?"
"You make it sound so noble. You're not just trying to dump all Mondstadt's work on Jean, are you?"
"Heh heh heh..."
"You can't be serious!"
"Don't give us that grin now!"
"Haha, I'm kidding. You'll still run into me often in Mondstadt.
Let me enjoy the breeze here a little longer. The most intoxicating wine is still the wind from home."
The scene ended there. The sight of Varka standing in the breeze at Windrise had stirred something in quite a few people.
"'The most intoxicating wine is the wind from home.' Such simple words. Home, huh? Is Spirit City my home? Or is it Heaven Dou City?
Now that