"Goodbye, big brother Bard! Next time-next time, you have to come tell us stories again!"
Once they learned that Venti had something to attend to, the children sensibly dispersed.
"Haha, of course." Venti waved at them.
"Say, isn't the tone-deaf bard a little pitiful? It was your lyre to begin with, but now you have to return it to the cathedral."
Paimon spread her hands as she spoke, sounding a little sympathetic.
"Even so, I 'abandoned' it for so many years, and the people of Mondstadt City took good care of it all that time. Taking it back would be rather shameless."
Venti rubbed the back of his head as he spoke, looking a little embarrassed.
"Venti, have you been replaced by someone else? What made you think you had any shame to begin with?"
Lumine folded her arms, clad in long white sleeves, over her upper abdomen. Cutouts at the sides of her elbows revealed her soft, snow-white skin.
Her gaze held disdain as she looked at the young poet.
"Ah, Traveler, that's really hurtful." Venti clutched his chest, looking woeful. "Oh, come on. I did help resolve Mondstadt's crisis."
Why don't you think about who came up with the plan to steal the Holy Lyre der Himmel? Is that really appropriate behavior for a god?
Li Qiuzhi grumbled inwardly.
Eula rested a finger against her chin and looked at the youthful Bard, finding it a little hard to believe.
This fellow is Lord Barbatos? Why doesn't he quite seem like it?
"Well, let's not delay. We should return the Holy Lyre der Himmel first."
Li Qiuzhi spoke up to remind them.
They headed toward the back of the Anemo Archon Statue Plaza and climbed the steps, soon arriving at the open main entrance of Mondstadt Cathedral. Nuns busily