Volume 1: Chapter 43 The lady never cared

As expected, the intelligence was correct.

Tvalin did indeed run into trouble.

The woman raised her eyes and gazed at the demonic dragon coiled atop the towering mountains, which, with the power of the four temples, had conjured up a massive storm out of thin air.

The entire city of Mondstadt teetered on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of the dragon scourge, and the whole city-state wailed in despair. The massive clock tower crashed down.

Ancient church bricks and tiles flew up one by one, raising huge clouds of dust that drowned out the cries and screams of the Mondstadt people.

The Fools possess the best intelligence system in all of Teyvat, and it is precisely because of this intelligence, which precedes that of the enemy, that Winterfell's diplomacy has been so successful.

This is an opportunity to put pressure on Mondstadt by using the dragon scourge unleashed by Dvalin.

If things go any further and the knights of Mondstadt are unable to handle the disaster, she will have an excuse to send troops to Mondstadt to fight the Stormterror.

She watched all of this with a cold expression, as if she couldn't hear the cries and wails of the Mondstadt people; her pale purple eyes were completely unmoved.

As for whether Stormterror lives or dies?

She didn't care.

Monsters should be killed.

Especially the [Dragon]

The woman is pure, yet also mad. To realize the pure white world in her heart, to achieve that great ideal, and for the happiness of all, she would stand idly by and watch any sacrifice, for it is a necessary sacrifice.

She watched as the dragon let out a mournful cry, a sound that was both sobbing and angry, and a satisfied smile crept onto her lips.

Yes, yes, five hundred years ago, a dragon did the same thing, a dragon also hovered above you, Mondstadt people. Even after five hundred years, you are still so weak and powerless.

What knightly order, what chivalrous spirit... Ridiculous! You did nothing, you fled, you left him to die alone on the battlefield!

No matter how many people die, it has nothing to do with the woman.

She wouldn't care.

The Knights of Mondstadt were gradually losing their grip on the Stormterror, who summoned the divine power of the four temples, unleashing a storm that covered the entire city of Mondstadt.

The knights were already struggling to evacuate the civilians. They tried shooting arrows at the dragon, but the arrows pierced through layers of storm and lost their power when they landed on the dragon's scales, which only enraged it further.

"call..."

Kiyono Kazeyin left the Knights, and Commander Qin went to gather troops, leaving Kiyono to seek refuge on his own.

But Kiyono had no intention of obeying her orders.

Some people, even after several lifetimes, even if their memories are no longer the same, even if their appearance is completely different, there is always something that remains in their bones, rooted deep in their soul, and will never change. It is this essence that allows them to remain who they are forever.

Kiyono Fuue's true nature is: 'concerned about saving face'.

To put it in lofty terms, it's about dignity; but to put it bluntly, it's about saving face and being stubborn.

He won't run away, and he certainly won't let anyone else protect him.

What kind of joke is this woman making?

【Tvalin】

[Level: 83 (By the power of the four temples)]

He gazed at the demonic dragon above his head, the entire sky trembling at its roar. This power was undoubtedly at the level of a demon god. Faced with such a formidable enemy, his heart pounded with excitement, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

The inherited heart was beating excitedly, accompanied by throbbing in the blood vessels, and the blood in Kiyono Kazein's body was boiling.

He slowly drew the Divine Cutter. The patterns on the Thunder Serpent sword shimmered with a deep light. As the Divine Cutter was drawn, those patterns became more active. The sword trembled and emitted a deep, thunderous clang.

He sheathed his sword and suppressed his restless heart.

Kiyono didn't intend to confront them head-on, nor did he expect to defeat such a powerful enemy; he was only level 27 at the moment.

He only does what he can do.

Qin always preaches about chivalry, that knights should protect the people and be noble, but Qingye doesn't have any noble chivalry; he's just a show-off.

Dvalin continued to roar, lowering its body and swooping down, the immense wind pressure it generated cracking the streets of Mondstadt. Several Mondstadt residents were in the square that Dvalin was about to pass through.

The Knights wanted to rescue them, but it was too late.

Kiyono lowered his body, and in an instant, Kamikiri drew his sword, the patterns of wind quickly appearing in Unmoved Heart's vision.

He stepped into the wind, accelerated to the extreme, and instantly disappeared in the middle of the street. He flew over the eaves and landed on a tile. The huge inertia pulled his right arm, and the Divine Slash was released, bringing with it a huge wind pressure.

The winds that belonged to Qingye struck the people before Dvalin could, tossing them high into the air. The next second, the dragon swept through, blasting the entire square away.

The dragon churned and rolled, its four wings creating a towering vortex. In an instant, the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

"call..."

Kiyono took a slight breath. His wounds had reopened, along with several ribs. He had used too much force, which had aggravated the injuries left by the Wind Demon Dragon. The immense pain was tugging at his nerves.

"cough."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was lucky that his body didn't turn into blood foam after taking a direct hit from the Wind Demon Dragon.

"Wind Whisper".

Qin also arrived at the scene. She had just rescued dozens of people from the ruins. Her pure white armor was covered in dust, but her eyes remained bright. She gazed at the boy on the rooftop, her lips pursed:

"Didn't I tell you to go and take refuge?"

The Wind Demon Dragon roared again, and a hurricane swept up boulders that crashed down from the sky. Qin Zhong swung his Wind Sword, and the cool sword wind sliced ​​the boulders into dust.

As she brandished her sword, she scolded Qingye, "Go and seek refuge! This is not a place for you!"

Unexpectedly, the wounded boy said:

"Why? I want to stay here. You can't really beat the dragon, can you?"

Why...?

It's only natural that Qin couldn't understand what he was saying.

"It is the Knights' duty to protect the people!"

Qin said sternly.

Obligation...

Kiyono stared at the demonic dragon, which roared and howled in a frenzy. The whole world trembled in the dragon's calamity, and the leaden sky was dark and gloomy. He felt that this scene was familiar.

“I also want to join the Knights of Favonius. I mean, officially join.”

He suddenly said.

"You said I'm not qualified to be a knight, so I'm going to prove I am."

"What?" Qin asked, somewhat surprised.

"I want to join the Knights of Favonius, so that I will be qualified to stay here."

Qingye lowered his head, his purple eyes meeting Qin's intently. Qin suddenly had a strange feeling that she wasn't looking at a boy, but at some other being.

From the ancient temple, from the whispers of the wind, from the portraits hanging in the corridor, she suddenly found it hard to resist that gaze.

He wanted to prove himself, so he stayed; for a knight, honor is everything.

Jean had heard the boy's self-introduction, which included phrases like "the Knights of Mondstadt provide meals," and Jean was very displeased, considering it an insult to the ancient family.

But now?

When the dragon descended, the noble knights vanished without a trace, but the foreign youth remained, even though he was covered in wounds.

There is no reason to refuse.

Finally, she slowly said, "...You are a knight."

"That's enough."

Kiyono revealed his signature smile, a smile that was both familiar and unfamiliar, a smile unique to a certain stubborn old man.

[Quest: Join the Knights of Favonius (Completed)]

[Reward: Memory fragment retrieval (no side effects)]

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sorry for being a little late...

I'm busy with some things in real life today. My dad seems to be having an attack, and my grandma also has a headache.

Volume 1: Chapter 44 A Repulsive Sense of Déjà Vu

"The west wind will carry away the aroma of the wine."

"The mountain breeze brings news of victory."

"The wind from afar stirs my heart."

"The rustling of my voice sings of my longing for you."

Many memories have resurfaced.

[West Wind Sword Technique. 10%, 20%, 30%, 40%...]

The world in Qingye Fengyin's eyes had changed. Dizziness surged like a wave and then quickly dissipated. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and countless fragments of his life kept replaying in his mind.

He is still himself, he is still Qingye Fengyin, but he has remembered some things from the past.

"Human principles."

He called out the system's name, "Is this alright?"

Kiyono knew that her current situation was not good.

It's said to be a memory fragment without any aftereffects, but in reality, it's just temporarily suppressed.

The wear and tear on his memory was deeply rooted in his soul, and if this memory was not erased, he would eventually dissipate in the wear and tear.

Because of that failed death, the memories of the past have haunted you ever since you came to Mondstadt. You can never escape them. I made you remember everything, only to make you die completely and bury the past forever.

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