[Genshin Impact] A world where only travelers are alone

Buck was choked by her words, his face flushed with anger, but he still remembered his identity and didn't want to lose face in front of Wendy, a lowly commoner. He just said coldly: "It's up to you, but you better not let me get hold of anything against you."

Cecilia stood in front of Wendy, her expression also not very good: "Don't worry, you won't have this chance."

Buck snorted and stopped talking. He pushed her away fiercely and went to Master Lawrence's study with a large group of people.

After he left, Cecilia could no longer suppress the disgust in her eyes. Wendy even felt that if it wasn't inappropriate, she might have wanted this confrontation to be more than just verbal, and would have been more willing to teach this guy a lesson personally.

As a young lady from the Lawrence family, her education certainly included swordsmanship.

Wendy couldn't help but be curious about the reason why Cecilia hated Buck. After all, they were brother and sister, how could their relationship become so tense without any reason?
His curiosity was almost written on his face, and Cecilia immediately understood his little thoughts, but it was not appropriate to talk about this since they were still outside.

She could only take him back to her room before explaining, "Although Buck is my brother, he is arrogant and extravagant, and has not inherited the virtues of the Lawrence family. He is not worthy of my respect."

Cecilia couldn't accept calling a man like that her brother. Even though the blood relationship was there, she would resist in her own way.

"Is that so..." Wendy held her face and spoke in a long voice, the meaning of her words was unclear, "I thought Cecilia would be someone who values ​​her family very much."

Cecilia lowered her head and took a sip of tea to hide the bitter smile on her lips. "Teacher Wendy, you know that the Lawrence family has many rules. My mother died early, and my father is the head of the family and is very busy. He rarely comes to see me. I really can't figure out why you think that I, who grew up in such an environment, should be a person who values ​​my family."

She did have family affection in her heart, but responsibility was more important. Everything she did was just because it was what a lady from the Lawrence family should do.

Wendy smiled with her emerald eyes: "That's great."

He didn't know what he was thinking about, and suddenly asked, "Cecilia, do you think that when a group of people do something very bad, do we have to kill them all?"

Cecilia blinked in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly said this, but still gave her own answer: "If these people are all bad guys, of course they should be killed, but if there are good people among them, of course they should be let go."

"Oh, if only there were people as open-minded as you in the world..." Wendy sighed and leaned on the table.

The soft flesh on his cheek was pressed up and puffed up by this action, forming a small ball, which made him look more childish.

Cecilia couldn't help rubbing her fingers together, and thought, somewhat unrighteously, if only she could pinch them...

Wendy didn't notice her burning gaze, and was still sighing about the assumption she had just made: "It's a pity that there aren't so many open-minded people in the world. Besides, as victims, who can forgive them? Those who were let go may not have done anything unforgivable, but they also enjoyed the benefits brought to them by those evil people, so they naturally have to bear the corresponding price, even if it means being ostracized and expelled."

"Cecilia, do you understand?"

Cecilia always felt that there was something else behind his words, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't guess what it was.

Seeing her frowning and thinking hard, Wendy burst out laughing and reached out to touch her forehead: "Don't be so serious, I just heard a story from someone yesterday, and I just wrote it down. Today is your rare rest time, don't waste it thinking about this."

Although she said so, Cecilia's intuition told her that the answer was very important and she had to give it.

Her heart beat faster silently, but she didn't notice it. She only felt that the air around her seemed to be stagnant, making it almost hard to breathe.

When Wendy said goodbye, she finally got the answer in her heart and eagerly grabbed his hand: "Teacher Wendy! Wait!"

"Hmm?" Wendy looked back.

"Sorry!" Cecilia was startled and quickly let go, "It's just that I think I have the answer."

Wendy sat back down and pretended to listen attentively.

"If it were me - if I were a sinner, I would accept this arrangement calmly. Just like you said, even if I didn't do anything unforgivable, I still enjoyed the protection of others and I have to pay the price." Cecilia looked at him calmly, "But if I were a victim, I might also feel resentful. But justice will not change because of an individual. They have already received the punishment they deserve. Even God would arrange it this way."

Wendy was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief: "You are right, even if Barbatos were here, he would think this is right. The gods are always willing to give people who want to be good a chance to choose. This is also freedom."

The answer was recognized by him, and Cecilia was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and the heart in her chest calmed down.

"By the way, the last day of the Badminton Festival will be in two days, and there will be a badminton throwing event. I heard that the first person to get the badminton can get the blessing of the God of Wind for a whole year. Do you want to go with me to see it?"

Wendy seemed to really want her to accompany him, and even made a promise excitedly: "Don't worry, although it is daytime, there will be a lot of people that day. Even if we meet someone from your Lawrence family, as long as we keep a low profile and simply cover up, we will definitely not be recognized!"

Cecilia was tempted by what he said, and even though she knew that this was too risky, she couldn't help but agree.

"Then it's settled!" Wendy smiled brightly, "But this time we can't fly over the sky as high-profile as last time, we have to do it quietly!"

Cecilia suddenly had a bad feeling.*
On the last day of the Badminton Festival, the Lawrence mansion was completely different from the lively atmosphere outside. Instead, it was unusually chaotic because their owner, poor Miss Cecilia, fell ill on this beautiful day.

The butler was very angry, and even through the soundproof door, Cecilia could still hear him scolding his servants for not taking good care of her.

She couldn't bear to listen any longer and pushed the door open.

As soon as he saw her coming out, the housekeeper came up to help her: "Miss Cecilia, you are not feeling well. You should lie down in bed and rest now!"

Cecilia's face was pale, and her voice was a little hoarse after deliberately lowering it: "You are too noisy, I can hear your voice in the room."

It was the first time that the housekeeper was scolded by her like this, and he showed an embarrassed look: "But...but it was them who made you sick..."

"It has nothing to do with them. I just forgot to close the window when I went to bed at night. If you have the time to scold the servants, why not take them to clean up the place? I want to have a good rest. Don't disturb me." Cecilia calmly helped them out and sent them away.

Although the butler was reluctant, what she said was reasonable and he had no reason to stay, so he had to retreat in disgrace.

Cecilia finally had some peace and quiet.

She closed the door, but the first thing she did after returning to her room was not to lie down on the bed to rest. Instead, she wiped off the thick layer of white powder on her face that she used to pretend to be sick, changed into the clothes and cloak that Wendy had prepared for her, and looked down from the windowsill. Sure enough, Wendy was already waiting for her downstairs.

Seeing that she seemed ready, Wendy opened her arms and mouthed to her: [Dance, I'll catch you.]

The Lawrence family mansion was built with luxury in mind, so it naturally occupies a large area. Therefore, they never considered how high the house should be built. Although Cecilia's room is on the top floor, it is actually only on the third floor. Although this height is not very high, such behavior is still somewhat dangerous.

But when she met the poet's eyes, she suddenly didn't want to think so much anymore.

He will take his own.

Cecilia was willing to believe his words unconditionally, so she jumped down.

The wind whistled in my ears, but the sound was gentle, as if I was surrounded and lifted up by light feathers, and then fell into an even gentler and warmer embrace without hesitation.

The poet hugged her and smiled in her ear, "You are very brave, Cecilia. Brave children deserve to be rewarded. Today is my treat. Do you want to try some freshly baked apple pie before the event?"

Although he would have liked Cecilia to try the new cider with him, considering that she might have never tasted alcohol before, he decided to be conservative and choose the milder apple pie.

Cecilia felt like she hadn't recovered yet, so she buried her head in his neck and whispered, "Thank you, Teacher Wendy..."

Wendy touched her head and without lingering any longer, she took her and sneaked away along the route they had been following.

Cecilia found an excuse to get rid of the servants nearby early in the morning. After easily avoiding the guards who patrolled on time, Wendy and she successfully arrived at the streets of Mondstadt.

There were so many people around that Cecilia couldn't help but pull at Wendy's clothes for fear of getting separated from him.

Wendy seemed to have noticed her uneasiness. She turned around, first considerately straightened her cloak for her, and then directly held her hand.

"This way we won't have to worry about getting separated!" The poet happily shook their tightly held hands.

Cecilia felt as if her face was burning, and she quickly lowered her head and just said "OK" softly.

"Hehe~" Wendy didn't know whether he saw it or not, but he didn't say anything. He just pulled her into the crowd to buy her favorite apple pie.

The sweet apple pie was really delicious, but the guy who said he would treat everyone suddenly remembered that he had spent all his salary as a vocal teacher on drinking last night. He could only cry and be asked to sing to pay off his debt by the owner of the apple pie shop.

Cecilia sat on a wooden box next to the stall, taking small bites of a freshly baked apple pie, while the poet's singing accompanied by piano music filled her ears. It was a very gentle tune.

Very nice.

she thinks.

It would be nice if time could stay at this moment forever.

(End of this chapter)