Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

My hair color got attacked again.

"Oh."

Ying tilted her head, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said with a hint of teasing, "Want to know more details, sleeping goddess?"

“Blonde,” Lia said.

“Qingnuoyan even made me breakfast,” Ying said calmly. “He used salt as a seasoning, didn’t he? Does that make you feel involved?”

...The black lines on Lia's delicate face became even denser, and the murderous intent in her eyes grew stronger. Her bare feet stepped on the tatami, and because of the force she exerted, the dark veins on her ankles could be seen.

She slowly exhaled, as if trying her best to suppress her emotions. After a while, her bright golden eyes regained their clarity. She shifted her gaze from Ying to avoid getting annoyed by looking at her too much, and instead focused on Lei Yingdian.

She had clearly sensed Shadow's identity.

This female warrior, adorned with hydrangeas, with a cool gaze and wearing wooden clogs, is none other than Barzebu, the ruler of Inazuma.

"Another one trying to steal believers."

She said something that Ying couldn't understand.

Ying frowned slightly. Although she didn't understand the meaning of the words, she could feel the malice of the unfamiliar demon god in front of her, and that malice was no longer concealed.

"Gentlemen."

Kiyono Sara clapped her hands, breaking the standoff between them. Tengu calmly said, "If this drags on any longer, Prince Kiyono Iwa really will drink all the wine."

The cool autumn sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, dappling everyone. Kiyono Sara looked at everyone, and finally, a slight smile appeared on her previously expressionless face.

"Let's go to the cherry blossom tree together. I'll be waiting for you."

Kiyono Sara said softly:

"That's what His Highness Qingnuoyan said."

-

Ba Yun Island.

Since that great fire, the Evil Eye Factory has been reduced to ashes. The raging fire destroyed everything, but also purified everything. The once desolate and gloomy leaden sky was also burned by the sea of ​​fire until it became clear and bright. The setting sun hung in the sky, and the glow of the sunset painted the sky like glass.

It is the duty of the shrine maidens of Narukami Shrine to purify the remaining pollution left by the Fools.

"Let's go to the cherry blossom tree together."

"—Qingnuo Rock."

Yae no Miko looked at the letter that had just arrived, while Miss Fox tilted her head.

"What an idiot," she muttered. "Who wants to go? I don't care if he lives or dies."

Miss Fox stretched lazily, her two fox ears standing up high, her eyes comfortably squinting as she lazily enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight.

"Even His Excellency the Pillar of State enjoys drinking."

Behind Miss Fox, Princess White Heron, dressed in a traditional kimono and with a clean and elegant face, smiled gently. Ryouka Kamisato raised her slender hand and brewed a pot of tea for the princess.

Behind them were the priests of Narukami Shrine, the shrine's soldiers, and even some of the guards from the Pillar State Office, their heads piled up like a vast army.

These days, Narukami Taisha Shrine and its administrators have been purging the foolish masses.

Originally, with Qingnuoyan under the protection of the Pillar State Mansion, Yae no Miko could relax and focus on dealing with the Fools.

But an unexpected incident occurred.

"That idiot." Yae no Miko crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it aside, and muttered under her breath, "A duel before the Emperor... How could they even think of that?"

That guy, that old geezer, always manages to do some outrageous things.

He never cared about his own life.

"That's very much in line with His Majesty's style. And thanks to him, our work has become much easier."

With the loss of their kingdom and the Lady, the Fools, without their commanders, were leaderless and easily defeated.

The council also investigated the financial transactions between various council officials and the foolish masses, which will be settled later.

Kamisato gently unfolded the letter and laid it out in front of the fox-girl. As she read the words, a gentle smile played on her lips. "The letter says 'everyone will be there,' isn't Lord Miyaji going?"

"Ignore him," Miss Fox said angrily.

“Milk Dumpling is here too,” Kamisato said with a light laugh. “He won’t like fox udon anymore.”

"..."

Yae no Miko pursed her lips.

"going or not?"

"...just going to see if he's dead."

-

"Old man."

Guo Beng slowly opened his eyes. He paused, feeling the vivid pain in his body and listening to his heartbeat gradually becoming more active. After a while, he said, "We won."

He won.

Although it doesn't feel real.

He stood up, raised his eyes, and looked at the sunset above the castle tower. Every time the sun set, the old man would drink wine, warming a pot of sake and drinking it in the glow of the sunset.

Guo Beng took out the jug of barley wine—it had been thrown from the old man's grave.

Swirling the liquor, the rich aroma carries the scent of wheat fields. Taking a sip, one can almost see the endless waves of wheat fields stretching as far as the eye can see.

Shadow facing the mountain... the sacred cherry tree?

He said softly, stood up, picked up the wine jug, and walked towards the setting sun in the distance.

-

"Holding the hand of the five hundred monks!"

The little tanuki stretched out its chubby little hand to Mikoto Chiyo and said seriously, "Don't get lost."

Mikoto Chiyo tilted her head, her long, mercury-like hair cascading down to the other side of her neck. She blinked her clean, beautiful eyes, her elaborate and gorgeous twelve-layered kimono trailing behind her, the hem of which was embroidered with red maple leaves.

“I won’t get lost,” Chiyo said.

"...Five hundred monks will get lost!" The little raccoon stomped its foot.

The demon girl hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her slender, soft hand and gently grasped the furry little hand.

The filth has been completely removed.

Although there are still many things I can't remember.

But there was one thing that Chiyo Mikoto was certain of—that she was very happy right now.

She was now walking on the way to the party, just like four hundred years ago. The autumn sunset melted into the wild roses along the mountain path, and the stone steps were bathed in sunlight. The autumn light was warm and languid, lazily shining on the ghost girl. Everything was so vivid.

She had forgotten many things, but there was one thing she was certain of: she was to keep a promise that had been four hundred years overdue.

Tofu and sweets, plum wine and cherry blossom wine, fallen cherry blossoms covering the ground, karuta and shrines, and all her old friends—she knew she was going to a place like that.

So I was very happy.

The ghost, who had been wandering for four hundred years, led the little raccoon dog by the hand and walked step by step up the mountain. The setting sun shattered their shadows, which trailed on the layers of stone steps, making them look as beautiful as a painting.

-

Hana Sanri gazes at the crimson sunset, and beneath the fox mask, a gentle smile can be faintly seen playing at the corners of her lips.

The smile was faint, like fresh snow falling in early spring, both bright and cool, carrying a melancholy that seemed to melt away.

It's strange, really. She's just a memory from the past, a mere illusion, so why... does she feel joy at this moment?

She kept telling herself not to have too much contact with the world and not to have any attachments, but her heart wavered.

This is truly...unfortunate.

"I can no longer obtain the wines made in the past. Would you like to try the wines made now?"

'It's a promise.'

All friends must come.

All her friends were coming—and her heart wavered. It was just a memory, yet could she still feel joy? Could she still feel reluctant to leave? Could she still find peace and happiness in the end?

For her, this experience was the most luxurious and precious gift in the world.

-

The sacred cherry tree is located on Yingxiang Mountain.

Qingnuoyan was the first to arrive.

He took out the jar of newly buried wine—cherry blossom wine that he had buried with Hana-san in late spring, and now their cherry blossoms had ripened.

He also prepared many delicious foods.

They grilled fish in the oven, made sardines, made fox udon, and made a dish of milk dumplings with milk and green rice dumplings—each dish holds a memory. Qingnuoyan placed them under the sacred cherry tree, displaying the memories in the autumn light and cherry blossoms.

And there's the dish I promised to make for Ying...

He's done it.

Dusk was almost over.

"...Are you done?" Lily asked softly.

"Hmm." Qing Nuoyan nodded. "Is the flow of time different in the consciousness space?"

“Even after a long time, this place is only a fleeting moment,” said Lily.

"That's good." Qing Nuoyan smiled. "I promised to go home for dinner at dusk."

-

PS1: The Inazuma arc will end around chapters six or seven. Don't worry, the Inazuma arc will have a happy ending.

PS2: After the Inazuma volume ends, this book will enter its final countdown and will gradually come to an end.

PS3: I'll start paying off my debts tomorrow. Goodnight everyone.