Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

She was only halfway through her sentence when she froze in her seat as if struck by something.

Wind God! Barbatos!

Searching for clues about my brother!

Her ultimate purpose in coming to Mondstadt!

The meaning of her journey!

What have I been doing these past few days?!

Every day is spent mining, running errands, delivering food, or cleaning up Hilichurl camps. My mind is completely filled with "Mora!" and "commission rewards!"

They even almost used a meal to send Yi Chen, who might be an important clue, away!

She actually temporarily and completely...forgot about such an important thing!

A wave of immense regret and shame instantly overwhelmed Ying. Her face visibly fell, like a wilted eggplant, and even her golden ahoge seemed to lose its vitality, drooping listlessly.

She helplessly covered her face with her hands, letting out a painful groan:

"Oh right... I still need to find the Wind God... How... how did I end up..."

How did you become so completely immersed in the "joy" of working that you couldn't extricate yourself?

Paimon finally snapped out of his reverie and flew over, circling around Ying with concern.

"Right, right! Traveler! We seem... we seem to have really forgotten our main task! It's all because Mondstadt has too many requests! The rewards are too generous!"

She tried to help make amends, but it sounded more like she was complaining.

Yi Chen smiled smugly as he watched the two of them finally remember this, as if he had done a great service.

"Remember now? Good thing I remembered!"

He lowered his voice and said

“I’ve arranged with Dvalin to meet him tomorrow morning under that big tree in the Wind Rises. He promised to help me contact that nefarious… uh, I mean, the wind god Barbatos.”

He patted his chest, his face showing a reliable "I've got this covered" expression.

"So tomorrow we're going to the Land of the Rising Wind. With the Dragon of the East Wind's help, it'll be much faster than you wandering the world like a headless fly looking for that lazy god!"

As Ying listened to Yi Chen's arrangements and saw his confident demeanor, the anxiety she felt from forgetting the important matter was instantly replaced by immense hope and gratitude.

She never expected that Yichen not only remembered, but also paved the way for her without making a sound!

"Yichen... thank you!"

Ying's voice was filled with sincere gratitude, even temporarily ignoring her guilt over the attempted poisoning incident this morning.

"No problem at all~"

Yi Chen waved his hand dismissively, then smiled again.

"So, focus on your food now. You'll be meeting 'God' tomorrow, so you need to conserve your energy! Here, take this biggest cut of meat!"

He placed the largest and most fragrant piece of grilled meat onto Ying's plate.

Ying looked at the steak on the plate, then at Yi Chen and Paimon, who was still chattering about what questions to ask Feng Shen tomorrow, nodded vigorously, and picked up her knife and fork again.

Yes, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, we might get a clue about my brother!

The flame of hope burned brightly in her eyes once more.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew.

Yichen, Ying, and Paimon arrived right on time at the giant oak tree in the place where the wind rose.

The three looked around, but apart from the vast grassland, the babbling brook, and the birds flying across the sky, they couldn't see a single shadow.

"Hey, Yichen,"

Paimon flew a little higher, put his hands on his head, and looked around.

"That Dvalin you mentioned... is he really coming? We haven't seen a single dragon hair!"

"They should... come, right?"

Yi Chen scratched his head, a little uncertain.

"It agreed perfectly... Could it have overslept?"

Just then, Paimon's small eyes spotted an "unidentified object" on the grass not far away.

Curious, she flew lower and pointed to the green figure lying in the grass, its face covered by a hat brim, fast asleep:

"Yichen, look over there! There's someone there! Do you think... it could be him? Barbatos, the wind god?"

Yi Chen looked in the direction she pointed, and immediately burst into laughter, waving his hands repeatedly.

"How could that be! His name is Wendy, just a bard who can be found anywhere and might spawn anywhere! Don't worry about him, don't worry about him."

Ying also glanced at the poet who was sleeping so soundly that he could even be heard snoring softly, and nodded in agreement.

Just as the three had ruled out the correct answer and continued to wait for the East Wind Dragon—

The sky suddenly darkened, a strong wind swept up the grass blades on the ground, and a huge shadow enveloped them.

Dvalin's massive body gracefully landed not far away, folding its dragon wings, which resembled those woven from the blue sky.

Its dragon eyes first swept over Yi Chen and the other two as a greeting, and then its gaze fell on the green poet who was still fast asleep on the grass.

In an instant, the enormous dragon eyes were filled with an indescribable sense of helplessness, disdain, and a kind of "I knew it" acceptance.

Dvalin took a deep breath, as if the silence and resentment that had been building up for a thousand years finally burst forth in a deafening, exasperated roar, exploding like thunder across the land where the wind rises:

"Barbartos!!!"

"You're sleeping again!!!"

"Get up! Get to work!!!"

The dragon's roar carried tangible sound waves, causing the surrounding trees to rustle and the grass on the ground to seem to be overturned.

The hat covering the poet's face was blown off by the terrifying sound, revealing Wendy's handsome face, which was still half asleep and had red marks on it.

He seemed startled, abruptly sitting up and blinking blankly.

"Huh? What happened? Is it thundering?"

Yi Chen, Ying, and Paimon, who were standing in front of Dvalin, were completely frozen in place, as if they had been petrified.

Yi Chen's smile froze completely, his mouth slightly open, maintaining the "don't worry about it" expression.

Paimon's little hand was still pointing in Wendy's direction, his eyes wide open.

Ying was completely dumbfounded. She looked at Wendy, who was rubbing her eyes innocently, and then at Dvalin, who was so angry he was about to breathe fire. Her brain seemed to be flooded with the word "Barbatos," and she completely stopped thinking.

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

Only Tvarlin's heavy breathing and Wendy's drowsy yawns were particularly clear.

Yi Chen's brain finally managed to reboot successfully. He slowly, extremely slowly, turned his head and looked at Wendy, whom he had just defined as "an ordinary drunken bard," with an almost sleepwalking gaze filled with existential skepticism.

"…ha???"

Chapter 27 Trash?

A moment later, Wendy—or rather, Barbatos—had walked with Luminous and Paimon to the huge oak tree not far away, and they seemed to be talking about something important.

A gentle breeze carried their intermittent whispers and Paimon's occasional exclamations of surprise.

Meanwhile, Yi Chen leaned back in relaxation, resting against the warm and hard dragon scales of Dvalin.

He looked up at the clear blue sky of Mondstadt and casually asked:

"Hey, Dvalin, speaking of which... is there anything you particularly like? Or... something you especially miss?"

Dvalin's massive dragon head lowered slightly. After a moment of silence, its deep voice, seemingly carrying the echoes of time, slowly rose:

"Things I cherish..."

"It's the scent of the purest and freest wind, brushing against your fingertips and flowing high in the sky..."

"It is when starlight falls silently, and fireflies dance like shattered stars in the ancient forest..."

It paused, its voice becoming even lower, yet revealing a rare softness:

"…besides…"

"...the pure laughter left behind by those carefree children running and playing in the open fields and gentle breeze, laughter that is free of any impurities."

Those sounds were the most precious echoes he had heard during the thousands of years he had protected this land.

Yi Chen listened quietly, silently memorizing these words.

"I see... I understand. I'll be ready."

He seemed to suddenly remember something and gently touched Dvalin's scales with his elbow.

"Oh, by the way, I have something interesting to tell you. Recently, picture books about you have quietly become popular in Mondstadt!"

The drawings are adorable, and they all tell the story of the East Wind Dragon protecting Mondstadt.

The kids love it! They keep asking their parents to buy it for them!

He added with a smile.

"You see, everyone has always remembered you. Especially the children, they love you so much! Maybe one day, a child will come to Windrise with a picture book to play with you?"

Dvarin's enormous body moved almost imperceptibly.

It remained silent and did not respond immediately.

But those dragon eyes, like molten amber, involuntarily gazed towards the direction of Mondstadt.

An indescribable, bittersweet yet warm current quietly flowed through its ancient heart.

It turns out... not everyone has forgotten.

It turns out... those pure laughs haven't completely disappeared.

It let out a long, low sigh, very faintly, almost imperceptibly.

The sigh was less heavy than before, and more gentle with a sense of relief.

"………Um."

In the end, it only produced this simple syllable.

But the wind around us seemed to become gentler and calmer, like a silent response and comfort.

A moment later, Ying and Paimon finished their conversation with Wendy and returned.

Paimon floated ahead, hands on his hips, looking as if he had accomplished a great mission.

Wendy said she had something to discuss with you privately.

"Huh? What else?"

Yi Chen stood up from beside Dvalin, brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, and walked over with some confusion.

Wendy was standing under a big tree, playing with a leaf between her fingers. When she saw him coming, her eyes curved into crescents.

"Wendy, what do you want? Did you finally have a change of heart and are going to buy me a drink?"

Yi Chen asked casually.

Wendy chuckled softly, said nothing, but with a flick of her wrist, tossed a small object toward Yi Chen.

Yi Chen subconsciously reached out and caught it, then opened his palm to take a look.

It was a beautifully carved chess piece—the Queen.

It feels cool to the touch, yet subtle details reveal a faint, indescribable energy fluctuation.

Yi Chen held the chess piece, turning it over and over to look at it, his face full of question marks.

He looked up at Wendy with the look of someone who thought he was an idiot.

"Wendy, you want me to take out the trash for you?"

Wendy tilted her head, a more meaningful smile playing on her lips—a smile that seemed to see through everything yet said nothing.