Genshin Impact: Watch me turn the tables and kill my servants at the start!

Fanes was squatting at the table in the top-floor room of the Goethe Hotel, with a record book of recent activities in the area around Mondstadt spread out in front of him.

Fanes flipped to the coordinates of several recent appearances of Tvalin and was drawing an arc on the paper, speculating on where it might appear next.

There was a knock on the door. Before he could say "Come in," the adjutant pushed the door open and entered, carrying a stack of slightly curled bills. He stopped at the table and said, "Sir, this is Mr. Wendy's latest summary of spending records. He sent the bills to the Northern Bank for a unified settlement."

Faenes put down his pen, took the stack of bills, and flipped through them. The first one was a record of the angel's gift on credit, dated last week.

The second was the monthly statement for the Deer Hunter Restaurant. The third was the accommodation fee for the Goethe Hotel. The fourth, fifth, and sixth followed one after another, each stamped with the seal of "Winter's Office in Mondstadt, Collected by the Northern Bank." The numbers in the bottom summary column accumulated sequentially from the last digit, with the number of digits increasing as you went on, until the total on the last page was so long that you had to turn the page to see the length—ten million Mora.

The figures were circled in red, with a note next to them: "The total amount payable has been temporarily advanced by Beiguo Bank, and the parties involved need to verify the amount and confirm their responsibilities within a specified period."

Fanes placed the bill back on the table and sat there in silence for a moment. Then he spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft, as if he were addressing the bill on the table rather than his adjutant.

"Originally, I was thinking of finding a suitable reason to peacefully retrieve the Heart of God. Now it seems that this approach is no longer necessary—the amount he owes is already enough to prevent him from living in peace anywhere outside the Winter's Edge. If this drags on any longer, the debt he owes will not just be ten million Mora, but a debt he will have to repay in installments for the rest of his life."

Fanes reached out and tidied the bill, picked it up from the table, folded it, and put it in his pocket: "Don't rush to collect it. This bill will naturally come in handy when he has to make a statement."

Rosalind leaned against the windowsill, watching him, her voice neither loud nor soft: "What about the Heart of God? When do you plan to make your move?"

Fanes put the bill back in his pocket: "After he settles things with Dvalin, and after the travelers have mostly resolved their issues, we'll go and clean things up. Then we'll just go and ask him—whether he wants the money back, or the Heart of God as payment."

Two days later, at dusk, Fanes and Rosalyn stood on a high slope near Star-Picking Cliff, looking through their binoculars at the open cliff top in the distance.

Luminous, Wendy, Jean, and Diluc were all there, standing in a semi-circle at the edge of the cliff. Dvalin's massive body hovered in mid-air in front of the cliff, his wings slowly flapping.

Wendy stood at the front, his hands slightly raised, the Sky Harp in his hands glowing with a pale blue light, and a layer of faint light flowing in the air, gathering in the air.

Ying stood slightly behind him, her hands gripping the hilt of her sword, poised to strike at any moment. Jean stood near the cliff face. Diluc stood on the other side, his hand on his sword hilt, his gaze fixed on Dvalin's direction.

Halfway through the purification process, a deep purple crack flashed through the air.

A dark abyss mage emerged from the crack, hovering behind Dvalin, and raised his staff, firing a dark purple energy beam toward the Sky Harp, which struck the center of the harp.

The Sky Harp emitted a deep, resonant echo. Wendy's movements visibly paused. The cracks on the harp's body slowly extended along its surface in the lingering sound, and the light was dimming, as if it were being gradually suppressed from within by some external force.

Dvalin suddenly raised its head, folded its wings halfway, and the deep, resonant echo reappeared in the gradually subsiding low hum.

Just as Dvalin was about to turn and fly away, a silvery-white light flew from the direction of Liyue. The light was so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, and there was almost no time between it appearing at the edge of the field of vision and hitting its target.

The arrow pierced precisely through the weak point where the base of Dvalin's wing connected to his torso, without damaging the skeletal structure, but accurately severed several taut main muscle fibers and connecting tissues.

Dvalin lost coordination in that instant, its massive body tilting to one side as if its support had been removed. It struggled to regain its balance, but the sharp pain from the base of its wings prevented it from maintaining its original posture.

The abyss mage was hovering behind Dvalin, affected by the residual energy wave from the arrow that pierced Dvalin's body. He had just finished casting a spell and hadn't even had time to put his staff down when the spreading aftershock ripped him off the ground the instant it touched him, causing him to lose all signs of movement as he fell.

No one on the cliff top spoke after the arrow appeared.

Jean shifted her gaze from Dvalin's direction to the mountain range in Liyue, her voice still carrying the lingering shock of having just dealt with an urgent matter: "That arrow just now was...."

Wendy turned to look at her, following her gaze toward Liyue, and said in a calm and certain tone, "That arrow just now was the work of the Hunter, the lowest-ranking Executor of the Fatui."

Diluc also looked up: "Impossible. I just saw that arrow come from the direction of Liyue, at least several thousand kilometers away. To shoot an arrow with this kind of accuracy at that distance is beyond the reach of conventional weapons."

Wendy looked at him, her dark green eyes still holding a gentle light: "That's right. This hunter has already possessed power comparable to that of a god."

Ying stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance. Her hand, still gripping her sword, hadn't fully lowered, but her posture had relaxed somewhat from a defensive stance: "Are the Fatui Enforcers really that strong?"

Paimon, standing beside her, said, "Otherwise, why do you think they can be so widespread across Teyvat? Mondstadt, Liyue, Winterfell, Fontaine, Sumeru, Nata, Inazuma—every country has its own strongholds. If they didn't have enough power to back them up, they couldn't possibly maintain this coverage."

Wendy put away the Sky Harp: "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's finish purifying Dvalin first. Luminous, come give me a hand!"

Wendy raised her hands again, beginning to channel the purifying energy once more. Ying, Jean, and Diluc also turned back towards Dvalin.

This time, there was no external interruption, and the purification process proceeded steadily along the preset rhythm, starting from the base of the wings and extending outwards along the spine.

Dwarin's breathing gradually calmed down, and the surface of its scales was returning to its original color.

On the observation deck at the highest point of Qingyun Peak in Liyue, Yakoda sheathed her bow.

He put the bow back on his shoulder, raised his hand to tuck the stray hairs that had blown the wind to his face behind his ear, and then glanced at the fading light in the direction of Mondstadt in the distance, confirming that his arrow had completed its mission as expected and had not damaged any critical parts of the target structure due to the angle deviation.

Yakoda straightened up, adjusted the position of the bow on her shoulder, turned around and walked down the stone steps. After descending two steps, she stopped and looked back in that direction.

Yakoda: She leaves without a trace, concealing her merits and fame! She is a legend in the martial arts world!