Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

The water flow has slowed slightly, but the ice dust has not yet settled.

Irina abruptly waved her sleeve, clearing away the murky light before her eyes as if dispelling something unclean, revealing a fire of rage, shame, and fear of Lord Pantalone reflected in her gaze.

She looked toward Yelan's hiding place.

The gap was empty.

Only the ravaged rock wall, the shattered ice and mud swamp, and the lingering scent of water element belonging to the thief remained in the air.

Yelan and the pair of strange bracelets had vanished without a trace. They had used the ley lines caused by the bracelets to slip away through Irina's fingers once again.

"call……"

Irina's chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a hissing sound as if ice crystals were rubbing together.

The lips that had once sung hymns were now tightly pursed. Irina did not roar, but the violent ice elemental force that writhed around her, almost freezing and tearing the space apart, and the air pressure that suddenly dropped to zero degrees, all indicated the wrath of the Hidden Mirror Lady.

Lost and found again, gained and lost again.

Just when she was about to wash away her shame and reclaim her glory, Irina was tricked again by this despicable thief, and watched helplessly as Yelan escaped from her carefully crafted trap.

What worries Irina even more is that she has been away from the core of the Northern Bank for too long. How can she explain this to Lord Pantalone?

The shadow of failure is like a maggot clinging to one's bones.

The last batch of rare beast pelts prepared for Empress Winter to sew clothes was precisely intercepted by Yelan's undercover agents. And this time, the Youqi Bracelet, personally bestowed by Lord Pantalone as a symbol of trust and honor, was stolen by Yelan again.

Her repeated defeats at the hands of the same Liyue spy have made her, a rising star of winter with a bright future, face many difficulties.

Irina Schneetsky's resume is dazzling. Born into a "house of fireplaces," she entered the city hall as an adult due to her outstanding talent and appearance. After three years of honing her skills, she was selected to the "Gnostic Laboratory" to participate in cutting-edge research on elemental antagonism...

To this day, she works at the Northern Bank as the personal secretary of the CEO, "Rich Man" Pantalone.

Irina is one of the very few Fools elites who have successively held important positions under four powerful Fools executives: "Servant" Arecino, "Doctor" Dotole, "Mayor" Puccinella, and "Rich Man" Pantalone.

This resume itself is an unparalleled honor among the younger generation.

But at this moment, this dazzling resume feels like a heavy shackle.

“Miss Irina is a very talented member of the younger generation, but she still needs to grow.”

Pantalone's seemingly gentle comment now felt like the sharpest icicle, piercing her pride.

Irina knew that this was not just Pantalone's opinion, but the unanimous assessment of all the executives who had ever wielded her blade.

This warning of the need for growth hangs like the Sword of Damocles over her head, its chilling light intensifying with her repeated failures.

Irina raised her chin very slowly.

The elegant robes of the ladies from the Winter Kingdom were dampened by a little mist, clinging tightly to their bodies, but this did not diminish their imposing presence. On the contrary, their disheveled state forged a chilling killing intent that seemed to be on the verge of destruction.

Irina raised her hand with an elegant, chillingly ritualistic gesture, brushing away a piece of muddy ice shards from her shoulder.

The eyes hidden beneath the fabric had now transformed into an abyss of extreme cold, devouring everything, locking onto the direction where Ye Lan had disappeared.

Her left wrist was empty at the moment, yet it seemed to bear the burning mark of shame, which she unconsciously clenched tightly.

"Night Orchid..."

Despite knowing that Yelan had already fled far away, Irina still pointed to the heavens and began to utter venomous curses.

"Do you think you can get away with taking away Lord Pantalone's gift and trampling on my dignity...?"

She took a step forward, and the frozen mud beneath her feet instantly blossomed into sharp, icy thorns.

The light from the Evil Eye and the Divine Eye gradually stabilized around her, solidifying into a tangible hatred that emanated a chilling aura that froze the soul.

"By Her Majesty the Queen's Eternal Winter Veil!" Irina's voice rose, carrying an unquestionable will and determination, echoing throughout the valley.

"Even if I burn the heavens and flatten the moon, I will still dig you out, and that bracelet will return to my grasp."

Irina's lips curled into a twisted smile, yet she maintained an eerie elegance.

"And your life... will be my apology to Lord Pantalone, and your wails will become a hymn to wash away my shame."

As the last syllable faded, Irina gracefully brushed her fingertips across her damp temples.

The icy mist rose, and the water stains disappeared. She straightened her back, preparing to chase after Ye Lan in the direction she believed most likely to have fled.

Just as Irina Schneitzfna swore an oath with frost, her curse echoing through the valley.

Not far from her, in the shadow of the rugged rocks, a figure stood quietly.

FAMAS had already witnessed the entire battle between Irina and Yelan.

Meanwhile, the maidservant of the Hidden Mirror, her gorgeous clothes soaked through and clinging to her body, her hair disheveled, was swearing oaths to the empty valley, venting her burning, bone-deep rage.

Famas simply tilted his head slightly, a look of pure bewilderment on his face.

The scent of the night-blooming jasmine had long since vanished into the vast mountains, leaving no trace.

Why is this Tibetan maid named Irina still standing there, like a child who has had her candy stolen but can only cry to thin air?
Instead of hurrying after Ye Lan, she's here muttering harsh words to herself?

Maybe the water just washed over your head and damaged your brain.

A subtle sense of regret quietly crept into FAMAS's heart.

That's right.

Irina Schneitzvna was the pawn he had reserved in the deal he made with Zhiyi yesterday.

A key piece used to distract Yelan, the leader of Liyue's secret network, and divert her attention.

But Irina's current silly behavior has successfully made FAMAS doubt his plan.

"Tsk...sigh."

A soft sigh echoed in Famas's heart.

Careless.

Just as Irina's curse faded, her violent elemental power subsided slightly, preparing to continue her pursuit of Yelan's whereabouts.

"Click."

A very faint sound, like the snapping of a dry twig, came from the shadows where Famas was hiding.

The sound was so faint in the valley, which had just experienced the roar of elements and furious howls, that it was almost negligible.

But for Irina, who was already on edge, it was like a bolt from the blue.

The lady turned around abruptly.

Anger was instantly replaced by vigilance and a chilling killing intent. Irina locked onto the source of the sound. Her snow-white uniform, still damp with water droplets, moved without wind, and the remaining moisture around her instantly evaporated into a bone-chilling mist.

"Let me hear you, where are you?"

The lights of the Evil Eye and the Divine Eye shone simultaneously, as if the previous disarray and loss of control were merely an illusion.

FAMAS simply emerged calmly from the shadows.

The sunlight shifted by half an inch, perfectly outlining the boy's blurry silhouette and his eyes, which held a hint of disdain. (End of Chapter)