Genshin Impact: I Am a Slime

But before Wendy could say anything.

Just as Tartaglia took a step to catch up with Tok, he suddenly lost consciousness and his vision went dark.

The aftereffects of overusing the Demon King's weapons came like a tide, and the young warrior felt that all the bones in his body were groaning under the heavy burden, and his muscles were aching as if being pierced by countless fine needles.

Just when he was about to fall, Famas reached out and held his shoulders firmly.

"Tsk..." The young man's voice sounded in his ears with a hint of teasing, "I remember someone just said that the Soldiers of Winter only fall when they are defeated?"

Famas narrowed his red eyes slightly, and looked at the pale face of the executive officer. "Is it useless to borrow such a little power of the abyss?"

Tartaglia managed to steady himself, and a weak smile appeared on his face.

"I can't help it... It's more difficult than I thought to mobilize the Demon King's Arms while injured..."

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. The backlash from the intense battle made him grimace.

Although Tartaglia's voice was a little weak, her tone was as brisk as ever, and her dark blue eyes still stubbornly followed Tok's figure in the distance.

"Luckily, Tok has gone far away... otherwise it would be too embarrassing for him to see me looking so listless... hehe."

Tartaglia tried several times to steady himself with the help of FAMAS's arm, but finally chose to come to a certain Ruins Guardian and sit down next to the machine's cold and hard steel armor.

The young warrior didn't seem to mind showing his weakness in front of everyone. This unreserved trust made the traveler feel a little uncomfortable.

Ever since reuniting with Tartaglia in the small house on Mount Tianheng, a long-troubled question has been lingering in Ying's mind.

Especially when seeing Tartaglia and Zhongli traveling together, the sense of incongruity became even stronger.

How should she face this Fatui executive?

The relationship between people is always subtle. When you don’t know how to get along with others, observing the other person’s attitude is often the most direct way.

Tartaglia's actions are always puzzling. He seems to have never considered the possibility of being hostile to Ying, and even laughed and said that they were both "pawns in the deal between the Rock God and the Ice Emperor."

But the chess pieces have their own positions after all.

If we put aside worldly emotions, the grudges of Liyue, the ties of Mondstadt, and even the guardian of justice who separated her from her loved ones... Ying is ultimately just a passer-by on the continent of Teyvat.

She doesn't belong here, doesn't belong to Liyue Harbor. If one has to say that there is any connection between her and Tartaglia, it is probably just the mutual respect between rivals.

There was no blood feud between them.

This reason could barely convince the traveler to continue maintaining the superficial partnership, but what puzzled her was why Tartaglia could be so calm?
In Liyue Harbor, a city where everyone regarded him as the murderer who "released the devil and murdered the emperor", why could he act calmly? Why could he still show complete trust to everyone present even when he was so weak that he couldn't even mobilize elemental power?
This doubt drove Ying to step forward.

"Tartaria...Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right now?"

"You still have a huge bounty on you from the Seven Stars of Liyue."

The traveler's voice was very soft, but it made the air in the factory suddenly freeze.

Paimon covered his mouth in horror and subconsciously reached out to grab the traveler. Wendy's fingers plucking the strings paused slightly, and even Famas gave him a playful look.

Upon hearing this, Tartaglia was stunned at first, then he chuckled. He slowly stood up against the wall, and looked directly at Ying with his gray-blue eyes, which were filled with unreadable emotions.

"Can you?" The simple question left Ying speechless for a moment.

The executor's usual lazy smile appeared on his pale face. He tilted his head slightly, and the ends of his hair glowed with a soft orange luster in the firelight.

"The travelers I know won't take advantage of others in distress."

"And I remember... you have brothers and sisters, right?" Tartaglia's voice suddenly became very soft, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. "Are you going to kill me now and let Tok come back and cry while holding my body?"

These words were like a blunt knife, slowly and accurately piercing the traveler's heart. Ying's hand holding the sword loosened unconsciously, and she suddenly understood why she always felt a subtle similarity with Tartaglia.

Obviously, if you look closely, they should have nothing in common except that they both have a close relative.

But at this moment, when Tartaglia said these words in such a casual tone, those identity labels suddenly became blurred.

Fatui executive, foreign traveler... all these titles faded away, and the ones standing here are just Tok's brother and Sora's sister.

The bond between brother and sister is like an invisible thread, silently entwining them together.

"I know you, so I know..." Tartaglia suddenly took a breath. The backlash of the Demon King's Armor seemed to be more serious than he had imagined. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, but he still forced a smile: "No matter what... you will not attack me in front of my brother."

"So you have made up your mind."

The traveler seemed to shake his head helplessly.

Seeing the atmosphere ease, Paimon breathed a sigh of relief and quickly floated in front of Dadalia, his face full of confusion: "But no one expected you to go to this extent."

In order to play games with Tok, he did not hesitate to activate the Demon King's Armor in front of the enemy despite his seriously injured body. Now he even has difficulty standing straight.

"I just……"

Tartaglia tried to straighten his back, but his voice trembled because of the pain in his wound.

"I will never give up any opportunity to improve myself!"

This declaration, which should have been full of heroic spirit, now seemed particularly arrogant due to his weakness, but Tartaglia's eyes were still beating with an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

The traveler suddenly thought of the duel in the Golden House. The young master had a relaxed smile on his face from beginning to end, as if defeat had never been taken into consideration.

Perhaps for Tartaglia, dying in battle is a kind of perfection?
"And..." The executive officer's voice suddenly softened, as if he was telling an old fairy tale, "Childhood dreams are the most fragile things. Even if you leave them alone, they will eventually break by themselves."

The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the factory ceiling, casting mottled shadows on his pale face. His smile was so gentle that it was completely different from his usual smile.

"Promises made should be kept, and wrongs done should be apologized sincerely..." He whispered softly, as if reading a bedtime story to Toke, "The dreams given to him should be cherished until the end. This is what a family should be like."

The traveler suddenly looked up, and a beam of sunlight just passed through the gap of the dilapidated factory and sprinkled on her slightly trembling eyelashes.

"Cough cough..." Tartaglia suddenly arched his body and coughed violently, but immediately gritted his teeth to hold it back, fearing that he would alert Toque deep inside the factory. He wiped the blood from his lips and keenly noticed Ying's absent-mindedness: "Why, did it bring back any memories for you?"

"You're trying to act cool even when you're like this!"

Paimon looked at Tartaglia's indifferent expression and stamped his feet anxiously, "Go see a doctor!" (End of this chapter)