We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

“He—He doesn’t want to see me.” Wendy’s face showed a hint of helplessness. This proud dragon was currently in a state of pride. His proud side could probably only be seen when He showed His majesty as the wind god. But the problem was that He no longer wanted Dvalin to be trapped in the prison of duty.

"And even if we do meet him, we'll probably have to wait until winter to persuade Dvalin."

"Alright, tell me how you plan to put on this show."

Seeing Wendy's response, Akalion considered it for a moment and decided to agree.

Barbatos, the god of wind—even a wisp of human kindness amidst a thousand winds is still worthwhile.

“It’s very simple!” Hearing this, Wendy immediately perked up. He lowered his voice and began to explain his script in detail:

“Look, the fact that I, an ordinary bard, can establish close relationships with you Mondstadt saviors and benefactors of Dvalin, the Dragon of the East Wind, is itself very problematic in the eyes of the Executor [Lady].

“So, I just need to show a little something unusual, say some ambiguous things, let the Fatui spies notice, and then I’ll find an opportunity to go to a secluded courtyard. Then…” Wendy’s face lit up with an expectant smile, “Akkarion, it’ll be your turn! You’ll revert to your true dragon form, descend with unparalleled power, and then solemnly call out the name ‘Barbatos’ in front of them, and everything will be accomplished!”

"The simpler the plan, the higher the probability of success."

Akalion could sense that among the patrons around him were five or six spies of the Fools, all elites wielding the Evil Eye. It was precisely because of the demonic remnant aura of the Evil Eye that he was able to quickly locate these Fools.

"So now, I'm already part of your plan?"

"Hehe~" Wendy picked up her glass and made a toasting gesture. "Don't be so stingy! You're still my Duke!"

"Come on, cheers! Dandelion wine tastes really good!"

Akalion rolled his eyes at Wendy, then picked up his own glass, looking at the milky white liquid inside, and was somewhat speechless.

"Why is there milk in here?"

“Mondstadt may be a land of freedom, but it still has laws. Your age—” Wendy took another big gulp, letting out a satisfied sigh, “Heh heh~ That’s the feeling!”

He put down his glass, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“You don’t look like you’re old enough to drink alcohol. Even in Mondstadt under the old aristocracy, they don’t sell alcohol to young people.”

Akalion looked at Wendy, who was two heads taller than him, and couldn't help but say, "You're about the same height as me, right?"

“These things depend on looks, looks!” Wendy pointed to her beautiful, androgynous face flushed with a blush. “This is the face of the best bard in the world, and you, at first glance, are a handsome young man.”

"Of course, the most important thing is that I have been wandering around Mondstadt as a bard for four or five years now, and no one still thinks I am a child."

"..." Seeing this, Akalion silently took a sip of milk, which tasted alright. "So when are you planning to start the formal plan? Luminous and Paimon are still waiting for me."

"Glug~ glug~ glug" Wendy downed the dandelion liqueur in his glass in one gulp, then slammed the glass on the table with a flourish and shouted, "Bartender! Another one!"

Then, he lowered his voice and whispered to Akalion:

"It has already begun. These spies of the Fools have already reported our information to that [lady]."

"I'll set off after I finish this last drink."

“This is your third drink already.” Akalion looked at the wind god in front of him who was clearly there to take advantage of him. “If you drink another drink, you will owe me another favor.”

"No problem!" Wendy raised her right hand sharply and shouted with high spirits, "Another dozen Dandelion Wines, please!"

The wine glasses used in the Angel's Gift Tavern are thick wooden cups with a capacity of half a liter.

A single glass of dandelion liqueur costs a staggering 60,000 moras. This liqueur is already rare and expensive; the entire Mondstadt region's annual production isn't even enough to satisfy the Mondstadt population.

If this weren't a tavern under Lord Diluc's Dawn Winery, you wouldn't be able to buy it without paying four or five times the original price.

Wendy's cup had been filled for the third time, and with the twelve more cups he had ordered, the total came to 900,000 Mora.

That's considered a very high expense, roughly equivalent to an ordinary person's savings over a decade. Paimon's weekly food expenses of 300,000 were during a special period. You can refer to the fact that Fontaine's engineer, Leping Bolin, worked hard for several years and only had 270,000 Mora left. Although her expenses were partly due to experiments, this still proves that it was a considerable amount of assets.

This wind god is really ruthless in ripping off the big spenders.

But it doesn't matter. No matter how much he drinks now, in the future... For some reason, that unique fragrance mixed with Cecilia flowers and a gentle breeze once again surfaced in his mind.

Akalion downed the milk in his glass in one gulp, trying to sweep away the inappropriate distraction.

What's wrong with me? It's been like this lately.

It doesn't matter as much as it does for Ying, Eleanor, Artoria... but for 'me' it's fine.

How could she treat a man like this... Is this truly the nature of a dragon? Or is it that the ancient fragment has exerted its power again?! It seems I'll have to consult Master Zhongli later.

Just as Akalion was lost in thought.

"I am ready!"

Wendy had already finished his fifteenth glass of dandelion wine, yet his flat stomach remained completely still, truly befitting his title as a drunken poet.

"Ah—I can do it anytime."

Akalion snapped out of his reverie, like a perfect cat whose tail had been stepped on. He didn't even hiss; he simply pulled his tail out and went to a corner to lick his wound silently.

"Phew~~~ It's been so long since I've had such a satisfying drink."

Wendy patted her flushed cheeks, which looked somewhat alluring.

Upon seeing this, Akalion immediately turned his gaze to his empty milk cup.

"Don't worry, I won't give myself away! You can keep an eye on me without worry!"

Wendy winked at him playfully.

"I'm counting on you from now on, Akalion!"

Listening to the drunken poet's intoxicated voice, Akalion nodded silently, but a doubt arose in his heart: could this guy really put on a good show?

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 100. The Plan Begins

"Please, please, Akali—"

Wendy walked out of the tavern drunkenly without even finishing his sentence, making Akalion wonder if he was faking it or not; he seemed genuinely drunk.

But then he grabbed the handrail and slid down the stairs like a slime.

Akalion felt relieved. He took out a check bearing the emblem of the Northern Bank from the cave and casually tossed it onto the table.

Liyue also has its own bank, but it does not handle ordinary savings or lending business. It seems to only be responsible for the production and distribution of Mora, functioning similarly to the Federal Reserve.

As Wendy stepped out of Angel's Gift, Akalion put away his magnificent robes, unfolded his advanced camouflage membrane, went to the rooftop of Angel's Gift, transformed into his original form, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, then quietly disappeared into the clouds.

Although he still couldn't figure out why he had transformed into this "white dragon" wearing an elemental crown as soon as he arrived in Teyvat, he could now clearly feel that he was maintaining a strange symbiosis with this world. Every breath he took was maintaining the stable operation of the world, and even the growth of the world's power—a process he couldn't actively control at the moment.

Therefore, as long as he has a thought, the clouds in the sky will spontaneously gather together to gently conceal his enormous body. Combined with the effect of the advanced concealment membrane, he can be said to be virtually invisible.

Meanwhile, Wendy was staggering toward the secluded courtyard in the West End that she had planned to visit.

At this time of day, even the most laid-back Mondstadt residents are mostly engrossed in their work, leaving the courtyard deserted.

Although the place is somewhat dilapidated, its former beauty and grandeur can still be glimpsed from the meticulously trimmed trees and spotless ground.

The wind rustled through the branches and leaves, creating a sound like a melodious tune.

Wendy, like a completely drunkard, collapsed onto the lawn without any regard for his image, mumbling incoherent verses. His two shapely, beautiful legs, clad in white stockings, opened and closed, making Akalion, hidden above the clouds, feel the scent of Cecilia's flowers and the gentle breeze more intense than ever before.

Or perhaps... it's because my senses became more acute after transforming back into dragon form?

This intense impulse made him almost forget that Wendy was a boy, and he wanted to directly—cough cough cough!

He immediately took control of the crown, unleashing a piercing storm of ice elements in his mind, which finally managed to suppress the instinctive agitation.

Very well, the Fools' spies have caught up.

Akalion did not hesitate any longer. Its massive dragon body, like a white meteor, crashed down from the sky and then hovered in front of Wendy.

"Barbatos, wake up and get down to business!"

He extended his dragon claw, deliberately nudged Wendy, and after confirming the information he wanted to know once again, Akalion lightly flicked the wind god into the air like a badminton shuttlecock.

"?"

Feeling the howling storm, Wendy was somewhat astonished. Was this revenge for him drinking so much dandelion wine?

"Wow~ That's too much, that's too much! People will find out!"

His words reached Akalion's ears clearly.

"I think this feels more realistic." Akalion responded in Wendy's mind through the mental connection they built: "You can speak to me directly in your mind; I can hear you."

"You can't leave the work of sorting out the ley lines entirely to me and Dvalin. The ley lines are practically a tangled mess, like a ball of yarn that a cat has played with."

"This is truly... an interesting power." Wendy's lips curled into a subtle smile as he manipulated the wind element to descend slowly, asking himself, "How far will this mental link have to go before it breaks down?"

"Hey~ You don't know this, my injuries haven't healed yet, so I don't have the extra strength to sort out the ley lines."

At this point, Wendy stepped forward and affectionately patted Akalion's massive claws, which resembled white jade mountains.

"Besides, haven't you been doing a pretty good job, my Duke!"

[It's probably over a thousand kilometers. And are you serious? Are you sure this will fool the Fools?]

Akalion sensed the positions of the spies around him and said to Wendy in his mind with a hint of helplessness.

"Then go and perform divine duties to gain power?!"

【sure. 】

Wendy answered in her mind, then put on a righteous look and said loudly:

"Mondstadt is the city of freedom, a kingdom not governed by the gods!"

"Tell the truth?"

Akalion, looking at Wendy like this, really wanted to pin him down and make him completely degenerate.

"Hey!"

Wendy let out a mischievous laugh, and the moment her eyes met Akalion's, she guiltily looked away.

"I've been asleep for too long, and I can't find a place where I'm needed right now."

"..."

Akalion was silent for a moment. Damn it, why was Wendy becoming more and more adorable to him?!

"Then please give me money. I'm not Dvalin; I won't work for you for free."

"Ahem—" Wendy looked up at the sky awkwardly, then pulled out two white stockings from her pocket and solemnly handed them over, "These are the most valuable things I own, even though they're secondhand—"

In that instant, Akalion's long, scarlet tongue, covered in barbs, shot out like lightning and snatched the two white strands into its mouth.

"—But I've washed it thoroughly, and there's absolutely no strange smell!"

Before Wendy could finish speaking, the two white threads had already vanished. Although he found Akalion's behavior somewhat strange, he had no objection to it.

You acted very well! I will remember your efforts!

[Hahahaha—this is a basic quality of a true dragon.]

A hearty, yet slightly guilty, laugh came from the other end of the mental connection.

"very good!"

Akalion unceremoniously took the white silk of the wind god, which was covered with his saliva, into his cave.

"This is your reward! I will continue to help you manage the ley lines, and don't forget to let the Mondstadt people focus on the construction of Brightcrown City."

Before Wendy could respond, Akalion took flight as if fleeing, disappearing into the sky in an instant, leaving only a long, thin trail of clouds in the azure sky.

If he doesn't leave, he really can't take it anymore.

Caw~ Why is that!

P.S.: Just to reiterate, this is definitely not a gay/lesbian story!

Volume 1: Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 101. Brightcrown City and the Mondstadt Idol

Having lost Wendy, Akalion was too lazy to pay attention to what was going on. Even without the Heart of God, His throne was still there, so there was nothing to worry about.

He transformed into a streak of light and flew swiftly towards Mingguan City.

Akalion had no doubt that if he had lingered any longer, what awaited the wind god would not have been trouble from the Fools, but rather a heartfelt greeting from this true dragon.

Ying had already arrived in Mingguan City ahead of time by utilizing the flow of the earth's veins.

Akalion is currently unable to use ley lines for teleportation, as he would be an unbearable burden on the ley lines of this world.

This is likely largely due to his inability to fully control his own power, but he didn't have any good solutions before he reached that level of maturity.

However, his flight speed was already quite fast, so he could take this opportunity to adjust his somewhat agitated state caused by Wendy's aura.