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

And even a thousand years later, it can still use this power to destroy Mondstadt!

"You go to the right, I'll go to the left."

Before Qingye Fengyin's words had even finished—

With a long howl from Dvalin, a three-story building rose from the ground, and the sky in front of him instantly darkened. The enormous weight, carrying immense potential energy, and the wind pressure slammed Kiyono to the spot, leaving him with no way to escape.

The breath of death was so close, cold and bone-chilling.

This feeling is both strange and familiar.

"Tsk."

Kiyono clicked his tongue softly, and Kamikiri followed the momentum, slashing straight at the small building. The moment it touched the surface of the building, Kamikiri vibrated slightly, and the patterns of lightning snakes quickly began to move, with the elements of lightning and wind descending upon the place at the same time.

The small building slowly cracked open, melting and splitting apart in the direction of the sword light. A huge gap tore the building apart, and Qingye Fengyin stood in the very center of the gap, blood dripping from the corner of her lips. Her left hand, which held the sword, seemed to be broken, dragging helplessly behind her.

His health condition is very bad.

Tick, tick.

Ying drew her sword and passed through the middle of the small building. Wind elements quickly gathered and created transparent wind wings out of thin air. She stepped into the air and pointed her sword directly at the demonic dragon in the center of the tornado.

It spread its three pairs of wings, raised its body, spun around, and the luminous blade grazed its scales.

Dvalin roared loudly, its body rising higher and higher, soaring above the stratosphere. Mondstadt grew smaller and smaller in its eyes. Dvalin needed to fly even higher; it would unleash a storm from the very top.

Wind wings, huh...

Calling the wind element...

Perhaps, he once had such a pair of wings.

Qingye Fengyin thought to himself.

It must be stopped.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, switched hands to hold the sword, and an invisible wind gathered behind Qingye.

He unleashed his divine sword, the light of which swung in a semi-circle in the air, and along with the sword light unfolded transparent and magnificent wings.

Wings of the Wind

But Kiyono can hardly fly anymore.

His body was so exhausted that he could no longer mobilize his elemental power, and most of his bones were broken. Qingye was just a mortal, and he had already done his best to hold on until now.

Perhaps a wolf cub from 500 years ago could do it, but he cannot.

Moreover, even if it could fly, it wouldn't be able to reach Dvarin.

"friend."

Suddenly, someone whispered in his ear:

"I will help you with a thousand winds, so that you will not fall to the ground."

Kiyono didn't know who was speaking, but the voice echoed deep in his ears, as clear as spring water.

He suddenly felt lighter and took a tentative step forward, his wind wings, trailing a trail of light, unfolding naturally.

The surrounding airflow responded kindly to his prayers, the gentle wind element encompassing his body. Kiyono had never experienced such a wondrous feeling before, as if he had discarded his weak and clumsy body and become a wisp of wind among a thousand.

what.

"call..."

Kiyono took another step, his speed increasing, his body lowered, his breathing rate decreasing, crossing the ancient square, passing through the ruins, the scene before him quickly fading away, the sound of the wind left Kiyono behind.

As the Wings of Wind unfurled at their peak speed, Kiyono's field of vision began to rise. He passed through the thick clouds and rapidly ascended, chasing after the demonic dragon.

"Gather this gust of wind and let it break through the clouds," the voice said again in my ear.

Kiyono tried to do it and found it wasn't difficult. The dark blue winds readily responded to his call, and all that was left was to aim.

In a state of unwavering tranquility, the trajectory of all things becomes so clear.

The dragon's mournful roar, the sound of wings slicing through the air, the sound of scales rubbing against the air—Qingye ignored all the noise and unnecessary information. When his vision focused on a single point, he finally saw Dvalin clearly.

To his surprise, the Wind Demon Dragon's face was not particularly ferocious. On the contrary, its blood-stained eyes shimmered with a crystalline light.

Is it crying?

Kiyono didn't know.

A thousand winds rose into the sky, and azure light trails stood between the clouds, piercing through layer after layer of dark clouds and striking directly on Dvalin's back. The latter let out a sound that was almost a mournful cry, his body trembled, and large patches of scales fell off.

More winds pierced its body, blood bloomed and feathers fell off. It roared helplessly, no longer able to control the divine power of the surrounding temples, and the storm gradually subsided.

The dragon scourge has temporarily ended.

The fierce winds that had swept through Mondstadt quickly subsided, large swaths of clouds parted, and fragments of winter morning light peeked through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the broken walls and ruins. As the oppressive clouds dispersed, the mountains revealed their outlines, and the fields were filled with puddles.

The residents of Mondstadt clearly noticed this change, and they all looked up at the clear sky and at the man and dragon in the sky.

There was resentment, but also gratitude.

They were grateful to the boy, but hated the damned dragon.

"hold head high--"

Dvalin was indeed crying, but no one could understand its cries.

The Wind Demon Dragon lowered its body, flapped its wings, and fell from the cloud peak, below which lay the vast expanse of sky.

ended.

As soon as Qingye Fengyin relaxed, a wave of fatigue washed over him. A sudden dizziness caused him to lose his balance and fall from the clouds, but someone caught him in mid-air.

The girl's embrace was warm and soft, and a few strands of golden hair fell down, drooping on Qingye's cheeks, making him feel itchy.

"Wake up." The girl leaned down, close to Qingye's cheek, and whispered in his ear as if playing a prank, "If you die, I'll touch your corpse."

-

The lady coldly observed all of this, then withdrew her gaze and instructed her subordinates: "We will officially depart for Mondstadt tomorrow."

"Use the Dragon Plague incident to put pressure on Mondstadt."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Barbatos.

But you showed up this time?

What about before?

Hatred

A deep-seated hatred, as if it had solidified into a tangible form.

On what grounds?

This hatred was so deep that it even inexplicably affected others, such as the boy.

—What makes you so lucky?

Tsk.

She clicked her tongue.

"The Girl Dies Everyday in Her Dream Life," by Tachibana Fumi.

Volume 1: Chapter 46 Remembering is for the sake of dying

It's raining in Mondstadt.

Dense rain weaves into thick fog, clinging thickly to the leaden sky. Raindrops gather into lines, slowly seeping down along the ravines of this ancient city.

The rain curtain hung on the stone pillars of Mondstadt. If it weren't for the occasional breeze stirring the rain curtain, you wouldn't even be able to tell that it was rain, but rather a piece of black cloth.

Is he an idiot?

The girl gazed out the window.

He came today too.

It was drizzling in the morning when he appeared in the square with his sword as usual. The girl thought he would leave after a while, but she didn't expect that it was already noon and the rain had gotten heavier—he was still in the rain.

Rustan wiped the rain from his cheeks; he was soaked to the bone, his long, golden hair tangled together.

His once pristine knight's uniform was now clinging to his body, as the torrential rain poured down on his not-so-imposing frame, leaving faint white lines that traced the contours of his body.

Despite this, the boy showed no intention of leaving.

It seems that even with the heavy rain today, he doesn't intend to leave early.

He would wait until dusk, as usual.

What an inflexible idiot!

The girl had never seen such an idiot in her life.

【Rosalyn Cruzshika Loehfat】—This is the girl's name.

Born into a scholarly noble family in Mondstadt, she received a lady's etiquette education from a young age. Her daily studies consisted of reading and self-cultivation. Her family did not allow her to go out at will, and her path in life was clear: to become a scholar.

She wasn't dissatisfied with this arrangement. Staying in her study, she read all sorts of books—epics, operas, or rather, popular novels... She quite enjoyed the fantastical stories in them: knights charging through valleys, lovers kissing before pale snow-capped mountains, an old man dying at Cape Oath...

She enjoyed reading these stories because the girl knew they were fictional.

The more books she read, the smarter she became; the more people she met, the more she felt that the people around her were stupid, vulgar, and boring.

She enjoys teasing these silly guys.

That guy named Rustam is the dumbest.

How could he be so stupid?

Stupid and clumsy, and with a stubborn temper like a donkey.

He kept his so-called 'oath,' how could he not know he'd been tricked?

But he still came every day.

It was just a joke, but this idiot actually comes every day... But it's pouring rain today!