Genshin Impact: I, the Winter's Executor, am forced to work.

Maria walked toward the familiar tailor shop. Instead of knocking on the door, she went straight to the trash can and began rummaging through it with her hands, which had become numb from the cold.

"Make way, make way."

The shop owner had already seen this scene from inside the window. He picked up a bag, put in needles and thread, some food, and old cotton clothes, and threw them into the bucket.

Maria didn't dare to talk to the other person too much, and could only give them a grateful look.

She turned back to Tatiana's side and wrapped the cotton coat around her.

"Mother, I'm not cold..." The little girl touched the other's icy hand, unsure how to comfort her.

No matter how difficult life gets, Tatiana can accept it, as long as her mother can stay by her side.

"fine."

Maria took the doll from her daughter's hand, looked at the arm whose stitches had been torn open by the little girl during the fire—whether from fear or tension—and carefully sewed it back together with a needle and thread.

"Sleep now, my daughter, when you wake up... everything will be alright."

The woman unconsciously hummed a lullaby, forcing a smile and a spirit, just so that Tatiana wouldn't worry about it.

The night is deep.

The young girl had fallen asleep at some point, but was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

The perfectly sewn doll lay in her arms, and a familiar hair comb behind her neatly combed her somewhat messy hair.

For a moment, she actually thought she had returned to her old home, to the place where her father and mother were always by her side.

She lifted her beloved Mr. Bear with high hopes, only to find that the snow was still falling without warning, and the surrounding streets and alleys were still dark, with no light in sight.

The cold wind made her shiver as she wore her tattered cotton coat. She instinctively wrapped it tighter, trying to keep herself warm.

"Mother..."

She snapped awake and turned to look at the woman who seemed to be asleep.

The hand, no longer fleshy, touched the woman's face, but was abruptly withdrawn due to the icy coldness.

Should I cry at this moment?

Tatiana was a little confused...

No, it's not that I don't understand, it's that my brain is no longer able to react.

Her already cold hands fell limply to her sides, and her once beautiful hair was now scattered across her face, obscuring her pale and thin features.

The little girl hugged the teddy bear tightly, burying her face in it, as if some belief in her heart was gradually crumbling.

Her petite body trembled incessantly, only to find that her tears had dried up. A tearing pain gathered in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Well, it's almost there."

Yevgeny, lurking in the darkness, stroked his mustache with satisfaction, his excitement overflowing.

He glanced demurely at his long little fingernail, then gently blew on it, as if a victor were proclaiming his achievement.

"After weeks of waiting, I remained calm and composed, just to get to this satisfactory ending. How elegant I am."

"Lord Yevgeny... I'll go and bring her over right away..."

The man in black stared in shock at the dagger piercing his throat, a metallic, sweet taste instantly filling his mouth.

"This matter is known only to Heaven, Earth, and me... but you cannot know it."

Yevgeny stared coldly at the corpse lying on the ground.

The factions among the executives are complex and intertwined, and some things can only be done in secret, not openly.

He straightened his favorite coat, which had been modified and made according to the CEO's style.

After confirming that there was no blood on it, he cleared his throat and carefully straightened his collar.

"How elegant."

Tatiana heard the approaching footsteps and suddenly looked up, warily surveying her surroundings, only to see a familiar figure walking towards her.

"It's been a long time, little girl. Have you run into any trouble? Grandpa's here to help you."

A kind smile appeared on his face as he observed the other person's expression.

"you are?"

Tatiana seemed to recall something; it was from some time ago...

Both father and mother are still...

Her gaze fell down in disappointment.

But after what had happened these past few days, the little girl had become very wary. She quickly stood up straight and put her arms out in front of her mother.

"Don't misunderstand, Grandpa is about to leave this town. I run an orphanage in the city, where almost all the children are your age. I couldn't bear to see them wandering the streets, so I gave them a home where they can stay for a long time."

Yevgeny put his hands behind his back to indicate that he meant no harm, and walked over to Maria in a few steps, lifting her up with ease.

The little girl clung tightly to his leg, about to bite him.

“Wait, little girl, you don’t want your mother to be left to die out here, do you? Grandpa will bury her with your father.”

“You…” Tatiana responded in a trembling voice, “You’re lying… Mother, Mother isn’t dead, Mother is just… just sleeping…”

She half-squatted on the ground, curling her body tightly together. She understood, she understood everything...

But she refused to admit it or accept it.

Because of this...

In this case.

Aside from Mr. Bear, am I... all alone?

"do not be afraid."

Yevgeny patted Tatiana's head: "Grandpa will always be by your side from now on. Just think of me as your family."

Once we obtain such a seedling, we can conduct experiments without harming Dennis. If successful, the House of Hearths can mass-produce soldiers to join the Fools. At that point, with my achievements...

I will become the Fools, the new executor!

Beneath his kind smile lay twisted and sinister thoughts.

As for the final outcome...

The little girl also went with him to the fireplace house.

At the same time, she realized something...

Death, it turns out, is so cruel, so cold...

She didn't want to die.

(Author's note: First, the conclusion: there will be an extra chapter today. Secondly, I will explain the reasons for this plot design when I return to the main storyline. I hope you will be patient. I will stay up until the early hours of the morning to write about the main storyline.)

Chapter 111 It's all over

“Yevgeny…Dean.”

"It's Grandpa."

"Dean."

"Call me Grandpa."

"Dean... Dean."

Tatiana shrank back and sat across the table, somewhat bewildered by the sudden feeling of happiness.

She changed into a brand new dress and arrived at the dean's luxurious and warm home, where she was greeted by a table full of food she had never seen before.

But for some reason, she just couldn't eat or stay there.

Sitting on the stool, she felt only unease.

Because none of these belong to her, nor are they what she wants; all she wants is that little wooden house.

There was her mother, her father, a sofa, a bed, and a fireplace—that was the happiest life for her.

But what can she do now? The headmaster will send her to a place called the Hearth House, where she will have to interact with all sorts of children. She herself rarely plays with children her own age and has no idea how to face them.

“Come, from this day forward, you are Tatiana Schneetsvna.”

Yevgeny placed the knife and fork on the little girl's plate, indicating that she could begin eating.

"After we finish this meal, I'll take you to meet your new friends."

The young girl seemed a little uneasy, after all, even the knife and fork she held, made of some kind of precious metal, made her feel unnatural when using them.

She carefully cut off a piece of steak, opened her mouth... but then closed it again, and only after several attempts did she finally put it in her mouth.

The intense aroma, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, made Tatiana nervous, but she soon began to miss her mother's stew.

She put down her knife and fork after only a couple of bites, and gulped down two mouthfuls of water: "I...I'm full."

"well..."

Yevgeny nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing that the dean wasn't angry, Tatiana breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But she didn't notice the smug smile on the other person's face.

Soon, the little girl's eyelids began to droop uncontrollably, and the clear scene suddenly became blurry.

Before she collapsed, what came into her view was the figure of an old man slowly getting up.

-

When Tatiana awoke again, she found herself in a dimly lit little house, surrounded by figures dressed in white coats.

She tried to move her body, but found that her hands and feet were firmly restrained.

An elderly man wearing a tall hat is talking to the "doctor".

"Lord Yevgeny... [The Doctor] once said that these medications should be taken gradually; excessive intake will only increase the burden on the body and will not be effective..."

The well-intentioned reminder was immediately dismissed by the old man's cold, stern gaze.