Genshin Impact, Raiden Shin joins the chat group

The woman roared and charged at the man like a madwoman.

At that moment, the man opened his eyes, which were filled with confusion and doubt. But soon he saw the woman rushing towards him.

For a split second, the man blinked, and asked uncertainly, "Rosalyn?"

"!"

The gentle and familiar voice made the frenzied woman stop in her tracks, and she looked at the man, trembling all over.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down the woman's face. Instead of continuing to rush forward, she involuntarily took a step back.

"Impossible, impossible, he's already dead."

“He has been dead for five hundred years, that’s impossible.”

"Barbatos! If you want to punish me, don't do it in his likeness!!!"

At this moment, the woman was no longer as frantic as before. Her tears, which should have dried up, flowed again. Her body swayed precariously, as if she was about to collapse to the ground.

The man before me is Rustan, the vice-commander of the Knights of Favonius who fought against calamity five hundred years ago.

That year, he died in a calamity while protecting Mondstadt. The lady who had returned from studying at the Mondstadt Academy wept bitterly upon learning all this.

After her tears and songs finally dried up, Rosalyn Cruzshika Loefat, the singing girl, died.

The Flame Witch and the Fat Man Enforcer were born.

"Rosalind, what happened to you?!" Seeing the woman swaying precariously, Rustan rushed over and hugged her, looking at her with great concern.

"No, no, no!!!"

The woman, with a sudden burst of strength, shoved Rustan away. She covered her face with her hands and cried out, "Don't look at me!!! Don't look at me!!!"

She was afraid, terrified, and now her face was scorched and broken from disgust and the flames.

The moment Rustan opened his mouth to speak, the woman knew that the other person was her lover.

The lady knew that his resurrection was the work of Barbatos, the god of wind.

This is a true miracle. If this had happened five hundred years ago, the lady would have been truly grateful to Barbatos.

But now, faced with Rustam's resurrection, the woman refuses to speak to him because she doesn't want him to see her like this.

I am so ugly now, while he is a hero of Mondstadt. I am not worthy to stand with him.

"What's wrong, Rosalyn? It's me!!!"

At this moment, Rustan's memory was still stuck at the moment of his death; he had no idea what had happened.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me, Rustan, please, don't look at me like this," the woman cried, begging her lover not to see her as she was now.

The woman used her tattered clothes to cover her face, preventing Rustan from seeing her.

This made Rustan look very distressed, but he still moved closer to the woman. His beloved woman was right in front of him, even though she had changed so much.

But she is still his lover. Once he is certain of that, how can he, as a man, abandon her?

The woman's fragility was something Su Hao and Nasita hadn't expected.

Even the group members were surprised; was this the same woman they knew?

Everyone knew just how arrogant and haughty the lady was.

The lady had always been very arrogant, as if everything was trivial in her eyes.

She is cunning, treacherous, and ruthless! Even when she is at a disadvantage, she will never lower her proud head.

Faced with the combined attack of Shen He, Shanhu Gong Xin Hai, and Jiu Qi Shi, she was bold yet meticulous, even daring to detonate the power of her authority to escape.

Take what just happened as an example. Even when facing three demon-level combatants—Su Hao, Wendy, and Narcida—the lady still did not abandon her arrogance.

She even said that she did not regret what she had done at all.

But now the woman seemed unusually vulnerable; she didn't want Rustam to see her face or get close to her.

"It's like killing someone by breaking their spirit," Su Hao couldn't help but say.

Knowing the background story, Su Hao was well aware that such a woman would never dare to face Rustan.

Because the woman's hands were stained with the blood of too many innocent people, she had committed far too many sins, and even did many heinous things.

In addition, her appearance had also changed drastically, which is devastating for a woman.

The woman prevented Rustan from getting close to her, perhaps because she wanted him to only remember her from five hundred years ago.

Rosalyn, who was simple, only liked to sing, and hadn't changed at all.

Instead of the ruthless, blood-stained female executive officer of the Fools' Clique.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, a warm breeze blew over again, enveloping the woman.

In an instant, the woman's appearance also changed drastically. Her body shrank, she wore a large mage's hat, held a magic book in her hands, and her face was completely free of any injuries.

"Me? This?"

The woman felt the changes in her body. She touched her face and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar clothes she was wearing.

"........."

The woman knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't cry. It's all thanks to Barbatos's miracle that we can meet again." Rustan helped the woman up, looked at the familiar face before him, and smiled. "You've suffered a lot, haven't you?"

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep our promise, but Mondstadt needs me. If I don’t stay, you’ll be homeless when you come back.”

One sentence brought the lady to tears: Rustan fought to the death back then not only for the sake of Mondstadt.

It was also for her sake, so that she could have a home to return to after returning to Mondstadt.

"I miss you, I miss you so much, Rustan." The woman threw herself into Rustan's arms and cried like a little girl.

"I'm sorry, Rosalyn." Rustan patted his lover's back and said firmly, "I will walk with you on the road ahead."

"These years have been tough for you, haven't they? It's okay, I'll be there for you on the road ahead."

"Waaah, Rustan!!!" the woman cried, clinging tightly to Rustan, not wanting him to leave her.

Rustan, with a gentle smile, allowed the woman to fully express her emotions.

Soon, three minutes passed, and with a gentle breeze, the domain dissipated.

Wendy, standing not far away, looked rather pale; clearly, he had paid a considerable price to maintain that domain.

"Is it worth it?" Su Hao asked Wendy, somewhat puzzled. He felt that doing so was completely unnecessary.

Nasita looked at Wendy with mixed feelings, because in her opinion, the sins committed by the lady were far more serious than those of Hazard.

Furthermore, the lady showed no courtesy whatsoever to Wendy; if it were her, she would never have given the lady such a "dream."

“This is a form of trial.” Wendy looked at the woman lying on the ground not far away, her breathing becoming very weak, and slowly said, “This is both her punishment and her compensation.”

"Five hundred years ago, perhaps I should have come back sooner, but I was still too weak and did not have the power of the old man."

Five hundred years ago, during the War of Keria, Zhongli was the first to return, and he blocked the most terrifying calamity torrent that attacked Liyue.

Wendy had no choice but to send Dvalin to stop the calamity.

"Never mind." Su Hao didn't say anything more. After all, it was Wendy's kindness, and he wouldn't say anything more.

Actually, when he saw the woman crying her heart out, Su Hao was inexplicably moved.

Yes, if it weren't for the mess that happened 500 years ago, the lady, or rather Rosalyn, should have lived with her lover and grown old together.

Instead of becoming the Flame Witch, she will not become an executive officer of the Fatui.

Su Hao once saw a comment in the comments section that said the lady was once a girl who loved to sing.

But the disaster turned her into a witch who burned everything, and the absence of her god further drove the girl to extremes.

The woman is now practically dead; she has only her last breath left.

After meeting with Rustan and confiding in him, Su Hao felt that she should swallow her anger.

"Thank you, Barbatos, the wind god."

The woman nearby spoke up, expressing her heartfelt gratitude: "You allowed me to see Rustan on my deathbed. I thank you and praise you."

"I regret it. If I had died like this five hundred years ago, would I have been able to meet Rustan sooner?"

The woman reached out her hand, still reminiscing about the feeling of having just embraced Rustan.

That was a real feeling, not some kind of illusion, and she could clearly sense that.

She was grateful to Wendy, and all her past resentment and anger vanished, replaced by shame.

Only now does the woman understand what it means for God to love people.

Even if you don't approve of Barbatos, you might insult and humiliate him, or even try to attack him.

Barbatos still gave himself the best judgment and allowed himself to see Rustan one last time.

If she survives, she will become the most devout believer, wholeheartedly serving Barbatos.

Ah, but she's about to die.

"Do not."

Wendy arrived at this moment. He shook his head slightly and looked at the lady with a sigh, saying, "If you had died five hundred years ago, you would not have been able to meet Rustan."

"Because at that time, I had already fallen into a deep sleep and was unable to help you."

Upon hearing Wendy's words, the woman laughed for some reason; her body was already beginning to crumble.

“Lord Barbatos, I will bear all the sins, Rustan... you cannot follow the same path as me.”

As the woman gazed at the starry sky, Rustan's gentle face appeared in her eyes. She knew she carried unimaginable sins on her shoulders.

Rustan said he would stay with her, but the sins she had committed were too grave.

She couldn't let Rustan accompany her on her journey; she had to atone for her sins alone. Only in this way could she go to find her lover without any burden.

"Ah, the free wind." The woman seemed to sense something; she slowly closed her eyes and hummed an unknown song.

Soon, scorching flames began to burn from inside the woman, threatening to consume her body completely.

Even as she was completely burned, the woman still had a smile on her face, as if she were having a beautiful dream, and felt no pain at all.