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

Holy crap, this guy isn't from Fontainebleau! My family, I'll die first in respect!

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The moment Fañes stepped into the hall of the House of Fireplaces, it felt as if countless tiny ants were crawling on the soles of his feet.

No, not as if. His legs were trembling.

The hall was spacious, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, warming the entire space and turning it a golden hue.

Logically, this atmosphere should have been warm and cozy, but Fanes only felt as if the fire was about to scatter his ashes. This ominous premonition reached its peak, especially when he saw the three people standing in front of him.

The woman in the very center—Kujavina—exuded a chilling, oppressive aura simply by standing there. Her narrow, icy blue eyes were scrutinizing him from above, her gaze as cold and precise as a scalpel.

Long, dark purplish-red curly hair cascaded down one side, obscuring most of her right cheek, while the other side was braided into a thick plait, the loose waves flowing down to her waist. Honestly, if this woman were in her past life filming a villainous movie, she wouldn't need any makeup at all.

To her right stood a white-haired girl who didn't look very old, but her whole body seemed to scream "Keep Out."

His short, pure white hair, with a large section obscuring his left eye, had sharp, spiky ends that looked like they could prick someone, and stray strands scattered messily across his forehead. Even from three meters away, Fanes could sense his gloomy aura.

As for the one on the left, she is clearly going for the "cute" look (after all, compared to Kujavina and Peruvieri, Crevie can only be considered a loli (crossed out) little angel) – with light pink rose short hair and a pair of light emerald green eyes, she looks particularly human among this group of guys who all look more and more like killers.

Fanes recognized the three.

Kugavina, the former servant; Peruvieri, the later famous servant Arecino; and Clementine, the girl he knew would die from various fan art and research posts in his previous life. All three gazes fell upon him simultaneously, and Fanes felt like a mouse being watched by three cats.

"You are Faenes."

Kujavina spoke, her voice low and elegant, with a hint of ambiguous laughter, "What a... nice name."

Fanes stood ramrod straight, tilting his head back to meet the gaze of the woman, who was at least 1.8 meters tall. His mind raced: How could it not be a good name? Tenri has the same name! Dare you say Tenri's name isn't good?

But outwardly, he obediently nodded: "Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Kujavina."

Kujavina seemed pleased with his politeness. She walked slowly toward him, her boots clicking softly on the floor. She knelt down before him, her icy blue eyes meeting his, and then reached out—Fanes almost thought she was going to strangle him—but only gently stroked his hair.

"Join the Hearth House, and we'll give you a vibrant and fulfilling life."

Fanes's lips twitched, his expression almost breaking down.

"You're so flesh and blood. Even the killer of that 'serial girl missing' case next door isn't as eloquent as you. Your life here must be 'bloody and gruesome,' right?" He bet that Kujavina's "flesh and blood" was completely different from the "flesh and blood" that normal people understand.

Despite his inner turmoil, he forced a shy smile like a six-year-old: "Um... thank you for the invitation, but I actually quite like my current life. I can even support myself by writing novels, so I won't trouble you..."

Fanes spoke tactfully and politely, his wording so appropriate that it didn't sound like a six-year-old. Logically speaking, after such a conversation, a normal person would at least offer a polite "Okay, you can think about it" or something similar to end the conversation.

Kujavina is not a normal person—no, she may not even be human.

Kujavina's smile didn't disappear, but Fanes noticed the temperature in her eyes had dropped by thirty degrees. She stood up, looking down at him, her tone still gentle: "It's okay, you'll like it."

After saying that, she winked at Peruvieri and Clementine beside her.

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Fanes understood immediately.

This is going to be forcibly tied up!

"Wait, wait, wait—"

Fanes took two steps back, raised his hands in surrender, and said, "We can talk this over..."

Peruvéli was already walking towards him, her steps steady and heavy, like a white wolf locking onto its prey. Clementine stood to the side, looking somewhat hesitant, but she didn't stop her.

Fanes felt his life rapidly plummeting towards the Earth's core. His usually lazy brain, practically ready to sprout weeds, suddenly began to work at high speed—the water of the primordial sea! Right, he still had half a bottle in his arms!

In the blink of an eye, Fanes pulled the glass bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and splashed it in Kudjavina's face!

Half a bottle of primordial seawater drew a crystal arc in the air and precisely smeared onto Kujavina's exquisite and beautiful face.

Water droplets streamed down her cheeks, wetting her long, flowing hair, and even the ends of her thick braid were dripping wet.

Fanes held his breath.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Kujavina's face was unharmed. Only her makeup... was smudged by the water. A small patch of lipstick had smudged, her eyeliner had left thin black streaks at the corners of her eyes, and she had wiped away her foundation, revealing a paler layer of skin underneath. She looked up at him with her icy blue eyes, her gaze filled with the question, "What did you just do?" and a hint of annoyance at being interrupted.

Fanes's mind went blank.

It’s over.

This stuff works on the Fontaines, who were created from the primordial waters of the Sea of ​​the Dead; it will dissolve them upon contact.

Kujavina did not dissolve.

This means she is not from Fontainebleau.

Fanes stared wide-eyed at the woman in front of him, whose makeup was half-smudged and who was wiping water with her head down. He felt as if the floor beneath his feet was slowly cracking open, revealing an abyss below.

"Um...would you believe me if I said it was a misunderstanding?"

Kujavina wiped the water off her face, looked down at the puddle of unidentified liquid on the ground, then looked up at him. Her makeup was smudged like an oil painting after being soaked by rain, but her terrifying aura remained undiminished.

"interesting."

Kujavina licked the drop of seawater from the corner of her mouth, her expression as if she were savoring some fine wine. "Where did you get this?"

Fanes felt his legs start to tremble again.

She turned her head and glanced at Peruvieri and Clementine standing next to her—the white-haired girl was expressionless, while the pink-haired girl pursed her lips as if she was holding something back.

Fanes took a deep breath.

It's over, Barbie Q.