[Genshin Impact] A world where only travelers are alone

With the help of the Lawrence family, the young men's actions were like ducks in water. The plan was carried out smoothly. Cecilia witnessed the continuous growth of the ranks of this resistance team, and finally it became a sharp blade that could shake the gods on the spire.

But the gods never discovered any clues. Perhaps in His understanding, how could ants raise their butcher knives against the sky, let alone ants who should "live and work in peace and contentment" under His protection.

As the final battle draws closer, Cecilia finally meets the hunter Amos, who only existed in the mouths of the teenagers.

The girl had a noble temperament that was totally out of tune with everyone present. Even Gunhild and Leggenfind became more serious when she was around.

Only the boy was as out of tune as ever. He hooked his arm around Amos's shoulder and teased, "It's really not easy to see you once. You really cling to that adult."

This was just a joke. After all, as a follower of Diocletian and the only one who could stay with him, it was obvious how difficult it was for Amos to meet them.

Amos didn't pay attention to his joke and just glanced at him lightly: "I came here just to tell you that Master Deacarapian is back, and He seems to be in a very bad condition."

Cecilia remembered that the boy had mentioned before that Amos had brought them a piece of news when they met last time. The general meaning was that Lord Diekarapian was not satisfied with the current situation and hoped to expand his territory, so he set his sights on the nearby demon.

Now it seems that although Diocletian won, it was only a narrow victory because he came back with injuries all over his body.

Amos lowered his eyes and said, "So if you are ready, now is the best opportunity."

It is impossible for humans to defeat the devil, which is clear to both Amos and the boy, so they must find an opportunity, a time when Diekarapian is at his weakest.

Although this would still be difficult to make up for the gap in strength between the two, at least the chances of winning would be greater.

The young men had already prepared everything, what they lacked now was just this opportunity.

But now the boy didn't rush to agree. Instead, he looked at Amos and asked, "What about you? What do you think?"

"There's no need to test me at this time. If I had changed my mind, I wouldn't be here to tell you the news," Amos said.

When Diekarapian was injured, the defense in the tower was tighter, and she had to work very hard to get out.

"I followed Him because He saved us, but now I will rebel against Him because He made mistakes. I just think He can't keep making the same mistakes again."

Amos didn't understand when exactly Diocletian's transformation began. He used to be a very kind adult, but perhaps the gale could never understand the softness of Ted, and the calm center of the tornado would eventually become part of the path of destruction because of His advancement.

He regarded the people's stooping in fear of the hurricane as a sign of love and obedience to the King, and she would correct His mistakes with her own hands.

The boy smiled, as if mocking the attachment to the gods that still remained in her words: "In that case, let's get started as soon as possible."

After discussion, the key to this battle was given to the wind elf.

No one can pass through the hurricane around Diekarapian. Only the elemental elves who are also a wisp of wind can get close to him. If they really want to kill a god, only he can do it.

The wind elf had no complaints about this, and even raised his thin arms to show his reliable "muscles" when he was called, just like when he first met Cecilia.

But this time Cecilia didn't want to laugh, she just frowned at him.

As if aware of her emotions, the wind elf flew over and rubbed her cheek.

After being together for so long, Cecilia could more or less guess what the wind elf's behavior meant in certain situations. For example, now it was comforting her not to worry.

Cecilia forced a smile: "Really?"

The boy comforted her: "Don't worry, you see, wasn't it the wind elf who saved us back then at Lawrence's mansion? He's super powerful!"

Speaking of this, Cecilia couldn't help but touch her earlobe.

She couldn't see the gift from Wendy, so she could only confirm its existence in this way. However, the touch of it now was no longer as solid and smooth as before, but rather a little light and unreal.

Cecilia probably guessed that this gift was condensed by Wendy using the element of wind, but does the current situation mean that there is not much of this power left?

She looked at the little one who was trying to comfort her, and finally made a decision: "I don't think I can change your choice. After all, freedom is what we pursue together, and it is not a pity to sacrifice our lives for it. I can't lurk quietly beside Lord Diocletian like you, so I can only work with the young man and others to pave the way for you and freedom on the battlefield outside the tower."

She took off her earring, and the invisible feather sparkled in the eyes of the wind elf.

"Chuck?" He tilted his head and stared at Cecilia blankly, as if asking her what she was doing, while the latter handed the earring to him.

"This is a gift someone gave me," Cecilia explained. "Unfortunately, he's not here and I can't ask for his opinion, so I can only give it to you on my own initiative. I don't know if it will be of any use to you, but I hope it can protect you."

The restrictions of the trial made most of her memories of the war blurred, but she also knew that the God of Wind had not yet been born in this timeline. However, despite this, she wanted to borrow the power of the god she had always worshipped and ask for His blessing.

May the wind god protect you——

Cecilia held him in her arms and touched their foreheads.

*
That day, along with the sound of someone's piano, shouts broke through the shattered prison and broke the silence of the capital city surrounded by a circle.

All around were broken walls and ruins from the flames of war, all around were raging winds and tornadoes that swept everything away, all around were the unyielding singers singing in resistance... All of this coincided with Cecilia's dream, the dream that she was about to forget.

Freedom, freedom… There is a voice ringing in my heart, and there is a completely different voice ringing in my ears.

That was the voice of the lonely king high in the sky.

He said: [It is too dangerous outside, covered in ice and snow, and infested with monsters. You should stay here, under my wings, and enjoy my protection.]

The first person to answer Him was His favorite hunter: "No, this is not protection but control."

The girl raised the bow and arrow given to her by God and shot at her love, but was torn to pieces by the angry wind.

The second person to answer Him was the young man holding the harp: "There is no freedom under your wings."

"If someone plucks out your tongue, you can still sing with your eyes"

"If someone blinds you, you can still see with your ears"

"But if anyone dares to take away your freedom to sing and look"

"——Then, absolutely no pardon will be granted."

The boy denounced His sins in this song of toast and practice, and then died from an arrow that fell from the sky.

But no one stopped, and no one even had time to feel sad about it. Sacrifice was inevitable, and they had already made sufficient preparations.

The gods watched all this.

The devil loves people, and He believes that everything He does is out of love for His people, but why do these people still rebel against Him?

He had been angry and resentful, but in the end, he was left with only confusion.

So when he felt the guy behind him approaching, who was completely different from the hurricane around him, he didn't even have the thought of resisting until the feather turned into a sharp blade and pierced his heart.

The enormous power belonging to the demon god exploded at that moment, but was actively gathered by the source of the power one second before it expanded.

Diekarapian looked at him, at this wisp of wind that meant a small turn of events and hope.

He asked: [What is freedom?]

But the wind elf could not answer him, and he did not need the wind elf's answer.

Diocletian had seen the answer in their resistance.

The power that erupted when the demon died was extremely destructive. If it was not controlled, it would be enough to destroy everything in the territory. Deacarapian should not have cared about such things. After all, these people betrayed him. But until the end, he still couldn't do anything to abandon everyone. Perhaps this was his mercy before death.

He looked at the only elemental creature in front of him: [Hmph, you got it cheap.]

As the words fell, huge amounts of energy rushed towards the wind elf like a tide, and then the world fell into silence, until a huge column of light poured out from the wind elf's tiny body, breaking through the hurricane's blockade and the gray sky.

Then, the warm sun set.

*
Even though Diekarapian had already considered it for them, the wind elves still caused some energy overflow after receiving the energy because they were not used to it, causing everyone on the battlefield to be affected and even faint.

Anyway, when Cecilia woke up, the matter had come to an end.

The funeral of the boy and all the people who died in the war was arranged on the same day. The Lawrence family took over the arrangements for the funeral and post-war reconstruction. The survivors Gunhild and Leggenfind assisted on behalf of their families.

Only Cecilia, who was almost cut in the neck on the battlefield, not only temporarily lost the ability to speak but was also pressed to the bed to rest.

It seemed that everyone had settled down, but - what about the wind elves?
When she wrote this question on paper and asked Vanilara, the mistress replied: "Well... you don't know yet? It was he who arranged all of you and sent you to me."

The wind elf sent them? How could he possibly send everyone back with his size? Did he carry them one by one?

Cecilia imagined it for a moment, with a strange expression on her face.

Vanilara chuckled. "Although I don't know what you're thinking, it's definitely not what you think. The wind elf is now - but it's very different from before. He's been doing some big things recently so he doesn't have time to come and see you, but I guess he'll be here soon."

Cecilia nodded, not quite understanding.

As it turned out, Vanilarui's guess was always right. Someone knocked on Cecilia's windowsill that night, and she could only think of one person who always liked to do such things.

(End of this chapter)