[Genshin Impact] A world where only travelers are alone

Cecilia didn't know whether she should be bothered by the fact that Vanilara's impression of her was that of a cute junior, or whether she should be bothered by the word "Barbatos".

Perhaps because she had been struggling with Wendy's identity for a long time last night, she didn't even have the energy to be surprised by Wendy's identity as the God of Wind today. It can only be said that if the trial had not blurred her memory, perhaps she would have guessed it earlier.

On the other side, the conversation between Vanilare and Wendy continued.

Wendy rubbed her eyes, still not understanding what Vanilarai was making such a fuss so early in the morning: "I usually sleep with her, is there anything wrong with that?"

"No?" Cecilia felt that the veins on Vanilarare's forehead were about to burst. "Of course everything is wrong! Men and women should not be intimate with each other, don't you know? You were just an elemental elf, of course you could sleep with Cecilia, but not now!"

Wendy grumbled and was forced to get up from the bed: "Really? You don't even give your new god any respect at all?"

Fanilari's ears were very sharp, and he clenched his fists upon hearing that.

Of course she knew that she had to be respectful when facing the gods, not to mention that the one in front of her blew away the wind and snow for them, but which elder could put on a good face when facing the guy who took advantage of her?
Of course she couldn't do that either: "Excuse me, luckily you are our god, otherwise you would have only one fate now, and that is for me to kick you out of here."

"And you, Cecilia, don't hide over there. Come out and have breakfast after you've washed up." Vanilara glanced at where Cecilia was, and the latter came out from behind the wall embarrassedly.

As he didn't expect someone to come looking for someone in the dark, Vanila Rui only prepared two breakfasts. Even considering Cecilia's neck injury, her portion was cooked porridge that was easy to swallow.

Logically speaking, a demon god doesn't need to eat, but a wind elf likes to drink, so it's understandable that he likes to eat now that he's become a demon god.

At least facing Wendy's pitiful eyes, Cecilia really wanted to feed him, but -

She raised her eyes and glanced at Vanila Rui, feeling that if she really dared to share her breakfast with Wendy, she would be even angrier.

As I said before, the emotions that she thought she had hidden well were too obvious to Vanilari.

The mistress sighed, and with the idea of ​​out of sight, out of mind, she used the excuse that reconstruction work was imminent and finished her breakfast as quickly as possible.

Cecilia was stunned and wanted to speed up her eating, but was stopped by Vanilarui.

"Don't worry, you can eat slowly. I'll arrange for someone to clean up the dishes later, or if you want to go out for a walk, you can send the dishes to the kitchen yourself." She paused and looked at Wendy again, "You will accompany her, right?"

"Of course!" Wendy agreed without any hesitation.

So Cecilia was inexplicably forced to choose the second option. Although she did intend to go out for a walk at first, she always felt weird...

But no matter what, after Vanilarui left, she finally dared to communicate with Wendy.

She found a piece of paper and wrote: [Do you want to try it too? The chef hired by the mistress is very skilled and the taste is very good, but I have already eaten this bowl...]

Before she finished writing, Wendy shook her head vigorously: "No, I just thought it would be nice if I could feed you."

Cecilia: Huh?

She was a little confused and had no idea why Wendy suddenly had such an idea.

Wendy explained with a smile: "Look, you are injured, how can you do something as tiring as feeding yourself? Let me feed you!"

Cecilia: ...

She chose to drink up the rest of the bowl, which made Wendy unhappy. She puffed up her face and complained in a low voice: "How heartless—"

Cecilia pretended not to hear and prepared to go out for a walk after finishing her meal.

Although she was still angry about her behavior, Wendy still found a way out for herself: "Wait for me, I promised Vanila Rui that I would accompany you, you can't let me go out in this dress, right?"

Indeed, the scene was so beautiful that Cecilia couldn't even imagine it.

Wendy dug out some neutral clothes from her closet, changed into them quickly, and followed her to the kitchen to return the dishes.

The Lawrence family mansion was large, but it seemed a little empty from the inside, and Cecilia knew why.

The families of Gunhild and Leggenfind used most of their funds on pre-war preparations, and the burden of subsequent reconstruction fell on the Lawrence family. After all, Vanilara did not actually participate in the war. Even though Cecilia has been given the name of the Lawrence family, it is not easy for her to sit in her current position.

But the Lawrence family spent most of their money on paying taxes imposed by Diocletian.

She felt a little sad, especially when she thought about how her father and brother already had so much wealth but were still plundering the assets of the common people.

When did it become like this?
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the people approaching from behind. It was not until Wendy beside her waved behind her that she realized Gunhild and Leggenfind had actually come.

Seeing her frown, Gunhild asked, "What are you worried about? Why do you look so unhappy?" Unable to figure it out by herself, Cecilia thought she might as well discuss the matter with them in a different way. However, she couldn't speak now, and she certainly couldn't express herself clearly just by gestures. If she had known this would happen, she would have brought the little notebook with her when she went out.

Just as I was thinking about it, the familiar notebook was brought before me.

Wendy smiled at her with great pride: "I told you that I should accompany you. Oh, I really should ask Vanila Rui to pay me a salary. After all, it's really hard to find someone as considerate as me!"

Although his words might sound like boasting, they did solve Cecilia's current predicament, so she smiled at him as a thank you, but she didn't expect that the latter would feel embarrassed instead.

Cecilia lowered her head and sorted out the things on a piece of paper, then handed it to them one by one.

She didn't write it too clearly, but simply wrote about her own problems, such as why a family that was supposed to protect civilians would become exploiters, and why the oppressed girl refused her help.

After reading it, Gunhild smiled and said, "If I didn't know that you came late and didn't know what happened before, I would almost think that you were implying something about us."

Cecilia tilted her head, not understanding what she meant.

"So you don't understand." Gunhild explained, "Don't you think what you said is very similar to Lord Decarapian? He used to be the god who protected us, but later became a shadow that shrouded us. And the girl you mentioned is just like the boy who tried to persuade people to revolt for them a long time ago, but was laughed at as a madman."

People are afraid of the power of the devil and would rather endure the miserable days they are in now than really die. Isn't it the same for the girl?
She really didn't want to be bullied by the Lawrence family anymore, but when she thought about the price of resistance, she gave up.

[But should we just leave them like this?] Cecilia didn't understand.

"It's human nature to be afraid. There's nothing incomprehensible about that." Leggenfend interrupted, "So we have to guide them, at least to let them know that what we are doing is not really crazy talk. If you want others to believe you, at least you have to set an example instead of making yourself a joke."

Gunhild nodded in agreement: "After that, they will make their own choice. Whether they want to go with us or wait behind, it is their freedom."

What's the difference between you and those people who force your views on others?

Cecilia finally understood that her previous behavior was more like pinning the fuse of rebellion on the girl. Only if she nodded would she have an excuse to resist her father's tyranny.

But this shouldn't be the case. She rebelled only because she wanted freedom.

Seeing her expression gradually become firm, the three of them understood that she had thought it through.

"That's right." Wendy came up to her with a smile, "Hey, now that the previous matter has been resolved, I have something else to say~"

what?
Cecilia was still thinking about what he wanted to do when something was suddenly stuffed into her hand.

She opened her palm and found a feather.

Such color and softness, Cecilia really couldn't imagine where it came from, except for the pair of wings that Wendy let her touch last night.

She looked at Wendy in shock.

Seeing that she had guessed it, Wendy winked at her, signaling her not to tell anyone about it. She also said, "Before you left, you gave me your earrings. Now I'm giving them back to you. These are real feathers, and they have my power on them. You will look very beautiful wearing them!"

As if in response to his words, the green color at the tip of the feather flashed.

"Also, you didn't answer me last night. Now that everything here is settled, do you want to go out with me?"

As he said this, the boy's blue eyes reflected the sunlight, as sparkling as water, just like the wind, and also the appearance of freedom that Cecilia longed for the most.

She wanted to speak, wanted to answer the question in person instead of pinning the answer on a piece of shallow paper. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, everything in front of her suddenly faded and shattered, turning into that luxurious yet cold study.

The girl was still kneeling in front of her, and Master Lawrence was watching her not far away, waiting for her to come to her senses and return to the right path, as if she had not suddenly fainted and had not gone back to that era a thousand years ago.

She suddenly became unsteady, and Wendy, who noticed it from behind, immediately stepped forward to support her.

"Teacher Wendy..." Cecilia spoke in a daze, her voice still a little obscure.

"Come back to your senses, Cecilia." The boy's voice was still clear, with a soothing smile, as soft as a feather. "Time is always moving forward. Now you still have to pay attention to the predicament in front of you."

Cecilia suddenly felt relieved.

Even if it was all fake, she did learn a lot from those boys. At least she understood what she should do now.

(End of this chapter)