Genshin Impact, I, a weak person, am challenging myself to find a solution that will bring me lifelo

It's like she's still alive among us...

"Yeah. Apart from what we heard from Mr. Albedo, we also heard rumors about Miss Yuya when we were young. It was about how they defeated the dragon Ursa together!"

Sugar showed a look of nostalgia.

"I still remember that time, I really wanted to meet her, but unfortunately I never found the opportunity and I couldn't muster up the courage. After all, everyone was quite prejudiced against Lawrence at that time."

"That's a pity. If Youya knew, she would be happy to meet you..."

Amber, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"Really? What a pity! It's all because I was too timid back then."

Sugar shook her head with a look of regret, and then muttered something in a low voice.

Paimon, who was closest to him, only vaguely heard some irrelevant words like "knowledge" and "hair", while the other two just smiled helplessly.

After finishing the conversation with Sucrose, the group prepared to visit Albedo. According to Sucrose, he had finally ended his investigation in the snowy mountains and was now in Mondstadt. Perhaps they could see him in the square.

And then, just as she said, not far from the synthesis platform in the square, there was an easel, and Mondstadt's chief alchemist, Albedo, was holding a palette and writing freely, as if he was sketching.

When the three of them approached, he had already noticed it. He just paused his brush lightly and spoke to them.

"Wait a moment, you'll be fine soon."

Upon hearing this, Ying and Amber looked at each other and stopped obediently, while Paimon poked his head out to see what Albedo was drawing.

Also watching on the side was Timaus, who was looking at Albedo with admiration, as if he was impressed by his painting skills.

After a while, Albedo finished painting and nodded with satisfaction.

I took out a windmill daisy from my bag and blew on it gently.

The windmill chrysanthemums are like an invisible wind, gently blowing across the surface of the drawing paper, fitting perfectly with it, with bright and refreshing colors.

Paimon leaned over to take a look, then immediately covered his mouth in surprise.

"The windmill chrysanthemum is fixed on it?"

"I thought Albedo was sketching someone."

Amber said awkwardly, twirling the ends of her hair.

"Haha. Although there are indeed some good ready-made subjects for sketching, this time I decided on the theme of 'wind'."

Albedo nodded, his eyes moving between the three of them.

"So if you want it you'll have to wait until next time."

"But isn't this the windmill chrysanthemum that Albedo drew?"

Paimon asked stupidly.

"Windmill daisy is a plant that loves the wind. For the Mondstadt people, who worship the wind and are as free and easy as the wind, windmill daisy is the 'visible wind'."

Albedo explained in a seemingly normal manner.

"However, I also heard another interesting version from a pirate face who... um, cannot reveal his name."

"Pirate face?"

While Paimon was touching his head wondering who it was, Ying had already revealed a subtle expression.

Kaia's sly cat-like smile came to mind, and even Amber rubbed her arms in agreement.

She still hates Kaia so much.

"Oh, is there any other explanation?"

Timaeus added in a flattering tone.

"Hmm." Albedo looked at Amber meaningfully, and then said: "Its other meaning is 'the voice that cannot be expressed'."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. There is often a story behind these meanings, but it is not necessarily suitable for telling as a topic of conversation. After all, although stories and food are similar, sometimes things that are engraved in the spirit are often more difficult to digest."

he whispered.

"What do you think?"

“…There is some truth to this.”

Ying nodded.

Amber frowned, thinking about something.

"As expected of Albedo."

"What Mr. Albedo said is profound."

These are two little sycophants.

"Alright. Traveler, Amber, and Paimon, what do you want to talk to me about?"

After Albedo finished giving the reminder, he seemed to be doing his job in a businesslike manner.

"We wanted to ask you if there is any way to make the broom fly."

Paimon said on behalf of Amber and Ying.

"To make the broom fly... There are many ways, but I don't think that's what Amber wants."

He folded his arms and spoke out.

"Or, I think even if I make it, you may not be able to accept it."

"…Is it some dangerous method?"

Amber was provoked by this and asked.

"...Well, rather than saying it's dangerous, it's more like... it's a bit against common sense."

"I don't mind! Flying into the sky as a human being is against common sense. Please don't underestimate my determination!"

Albedo looked at the very excited Amber, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Good answer. I'm beginning to think you can do it—"

"Eh? Are we moving a little too fast?"

Paimon, who had just figured out who the pirate faces might be, asked anxiously.

"Besides, Albedo didn't say what the solution was."

Ying always felt that there was something else behind Albedo's words.

More importantly, alchemy, obsession, and little girl, this combination that doesn't look good no matter how you look at it... really gives her a sense of déjà vu.

"Let's go to the other side and talk. After all... these topics are not suitable to be discussed in public."

He turned slightly, as if preparing to lead the way for the few people.

Then, as if he remembered something, he spoke mysteriously.

"Of course. No matter what you see or hear, please don't get too excited. And don't speculate casually. If Captain Qin knows about this, it will be troublesome."

Chapter of the Little Rabbit - Act 1: Wind, Courage and Wings (V)

Came to Albedo's alchemy workshop——

There are many refined alchemical instruments and books stacked everywhere. What is even more eye-catching are the small flowers planted under the windows, swaying in the wind and bathing in the sunlight.

"Albedo actually still has the habit of planting flowers and plants?"

Paimon pinched his chin and looked at the furnishings in the room with curiosity. In the end, he chose the flower that had an inexplicable presence to start a conversation.

"The potted plant is my best friend. It's always in a good mood and has no worries. Isn't it a bit like me?"

Albedo said as if jokingly.

“—no roots.”

"Uh, this kind of self-deprecating joke always reminds me of Youya."

Amber held her forehead and sighed.

"She also likes to use such things as 'useless legs' and 'no place to stand' to tease us."

Knowing that Miss Youya could only use a wheelchair, the two of them naturally found it difficult to understand how the other party could so familiarly joke about her disability at that age.

And just like Yuya at that time, Albedo also showed an attitude of not minding this.

"Maybe it's because she and I don't hate our own flaws, but coexist with them."

"coexist?"

“People are not perfect after all. Sometimes, if we can forgive some of our own shortcomings, we will often live a little easier.

Of course, my intention is not to advocate slacking off on duties or being lazy, but more like... enjoying life in the moment?"

Seeing Albedo's face which looked quite abstinent, but he used the word "enjoy life", Ying couldn't help but smile.

"Alright. If we continue, it will turn into some kind of philosophical discussion that is difficult to understand. What is it that Albedo wants us to see?"

Paimon quickly waved his little hand to stop them from continuing on with the irrelevant topic.

"Yes. It's too pale to just say it, please see it with your own eyes--"

Albedo casually took out a broom from a corner of the room, a style that Amber was somewhat familiar with. Then, a handful of small dandelion seeds appeared in his hand, and he whispered to them softly: "Children of the wind, please tell your story without words."

The tiny handful of dandelion seeds floated with the wind and fell on the broom. Then there seemed to be a faint sound of wind, and the broom stopped for a short moment, and then floated up slowly and tremblingly.

Whether it was Ying, Paimon, or Amber, whose eyes were wide open and her heart was beating wildly, they all stared at the flying broom in front of them.

Although this brief floating could hardly be called flying, Albedo still gave it a gentle push and sent it in front of Amber.

“…Dandelion seeds carry a certain power that can evoke thoughts that have been dormant in the withered years.”

"That is to say... can we, can we, see her again..."

"I'm sorry. To do something like that, you need to at least go to the secret realm to trace the power of the earth veins, and then you may be able to trace back to the crystallization of his thoughts."

Albedo shook his head, staring at the broom hanging in the air, his tone calm.

"This broom was given to me by Diluc Leggenfand, the owner of the Dawn Winery, so that I could try to extract some thoughts from it. Unfortunately, it was badly worn out, and many thoughts stored on it were blown away by the wind.

Now, it can only temporarily bring to mind the past. Every time it is used, it consumes the thoughts stored in it. According to the stored amount, it will probably be no different from an ordinary broom after one more activation."

"So, we may not accept this approach."

Paimon said dejectedly.

"But in a way, this is the last resort."

Ying looked at Amber who was completely lost in her memories and spoke.

"Amber, what do you think?"

Should I accept the last gift of childhood memories like this, or...

"I, I don't want to use it..."

Amber pursed her lips and said with some complexity.

"If the premise of fulfilling my dream is to consume Yuya's thoughts, then isn't it like I am personally erasing the traces she left behind?

I don’t want to do such a selfish thing, and I don’t want to be regarded as a stubborn and bigoted child anymore.”

"So, are you going to give up?"

Albedo said abruptly.

"I've already said it before. I don't want anyone to underestimate your determination."

"Wow! These two things can't be compared!"

Paimon said hurriedly, using his body to block the flying broom, while Ying glared at Albedo with dissatisfaction.

"I know what you are hesitating about, but... have you ever thought that even if you leave it like this, these faint thoughts will eventually fade away with time?"

Albedo replied expressionlessly.

“Just like a person forgets many things in his life, time will also make many beautiful, precious and valuable things disappear until they return to their original state.”

There was a thirst for knowledge in his eyes, or perhaps something more extreme.