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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Prologue:

Ever Since That Day

Ludi Harpastum ended with a smile on everybody’s face. Mondstadt has been very peaceful, thanks to the recent Cavalry Captain and other great contenders for joining the Knight of Favonius in the past years and lending their ability to help the community. Everyone has a great respect for the Knights’ services.

Not long after that, lately, there has been a surge in crises across the nation. Under usual circumstances, people wouldn't entertain the idea that the invasion of monsters and their growing numbers is anything unusual.

Grand Master Varka and the entire Knight of Favonius, alongside the members of the Adventurers' Guild, have been making earnest efforts to address and uncover the underlying issues. Indeed, safeguarding the citizens and addressing potential threats to the people are integral to their responsibilities.

As someone who identifies as a knight, I should fit into that classification. Someone who holds power bears heavier responsibility than others, after all. Unfortunately, not everyone is as noble.

Based on my personal experiences and the time I've spent within their associations, nothing I've observed thus far appears out of the ordinary. Whether it's the positive aspects of negativity, the negative aspects of positivity, or the reverse, I've encountered a spectrum of experiences.

Despite everything, I consistently believed that opting for justice is frequently the correct decision, and I fulfilled my duty while remaining true to this conviction. I always use my power to help those in need, whether for the sake of me, my friends, my colleagues, or the people. I often told myself that ever since that day, but-

I’m not sure if everything I have done was holding a meaning.

A/N: I changed the prologue again because I wasn’t satisfied with the previous one. I promise this will be the last change.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chp 0:

Silent Departure

The sky was darkening, rumbles roared, and the air humidity progressively increased as the wind blew hard. The road from Dawn Winery to Mondstadt is by any means not that far, but making a trip when it storms is never a wise decision.

“These boxes are the last, Connor. Please check them.” A man huffed after he put down a wooden box. A youngster followed him from behind, bringing a tiny wooden box and placing it near him.

“No problem.” Connor said as he took out a notebook.

After a while, he continues, “Alright. Everything I ordered is here, so here is the fee. Thank you for making your way here. I could’ve sent Ernest to pick them up, but he’s sick today.”

“It’s alright. We just planned to go out since it’s my son’s birthday.” The man said as he patted the boy’s head.

“Oh, really? Happy birthday to you, kiddo! I wish you to grow up to be someone your parent can be proud of.

“Thank you, Mr. Connor.”

“The storm would come anytime soon. How about you take shelter here? It’s dangerous making your way back when there’s a storm. At least wait until the storm passes.” Connor offered the man.

“I appreciate your offer, but there’s something that my wife and I had to do back in the city. Send my regards to Master Crepus.” He said that as he turned his back from Connor with his son and walked away.

“Very well. Please be careful on your way back!”

The man and the boy returned to their wagon, and a woman figure greeted them.

“You sure took your time, huh?” She sounded displeased.

“Haha, my bad, my bad.” He chuckled, “Let’s go back, shall we? I don’t want my pretty wife and son to catch a cold.”

“Hmph! I’m sure the storm will happen on the way even if we go now.” She retorted as she walked away.

“We got my proud of and strong wagon. There’s nothing to worry about the storm! Even if there’s danger on our way back, we can just run. Hahaha!” The man proudly said.

The woman can only sigh, seeing the man’s antics.

They hopped on the wagon and started to head back to the city. Since the short route is temporarily blocked, they have no choice but to take the long course.

…

The rain started pouring when the family was on their way back to the city.

“It’s bad weather, isn’t it?” The boy broke the silence.

“Yeah, if it somehow gets worse, we should stop somewhere. It’s not a good idea if we keep moving forward in this weather.”

“I thought you had an urgent matter in the church? Did Seamus-” The woman immediately glared at him, “Did the Seneschal need something from you?”

“I just didn’t want you to stay too long doing your job when today is literally our son’s birthday.”

“I’m sorry, okay? Duty calls. I need to deliver goods to the client since the one who was supposed to do it is absent.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” The woman brushed his excuse, “Did you hear that, Morgan? Your father is so engrossed in his work and totally forgot to celebrate the special day.” She faked tears while rubbing her son's hair.

After a while, they arrived at Drunkard Gorge. A popular route for merchant caravans, and you can find some people set up their stalls there to earn a few mora.

“The weather makes the air here feel chill. Although, something doesn’t feel right…”  He mumbled.

“Dad, isn’t that a person?” The boy spoke as he pointed in a specific direction.

“Hmm?”

From their distance, a man dressed in a black coat crouching near a stall doing something. As they can’t see their figure clearly, the man decides to stop the wagon and drop off from the wagon.

“I’m going to ask him. Stay here, and don’t go anywhere!”

Approaching the figure slowly, the man called him from a distance. “Hey, you!”

Because of the rain, the figure didn’t notice the man and was visibly startled by that. He slowly turned his face to the source, revealing himself as a young man.

“H- Hello, do you need something?” The young man nervously answered.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the storm? You are not with the others?” The man asked him, closing his distance by a bit.

The young man didn’t answer as he looked behind the man’s figure, seeing a wagon with a woman and a boy in there. He sighed in relief, and his nervousness wasn’t visible anymore. He looked back to the man with a smile on his face and answered,

“I was just retrieving something here before going back home. As for your second question, no, I’m alone since there isn’t much stuff I want to bring back. How about you?” The young man asked back.

“As you can see, I was about to head to the city with my family.” He pointed his wagon behind him. “Are you from Mondstadt? Where do you live? Do you perhaps need a ride back to your home?”

The young man simply shakes his head and says, “Thank you for the offer, but I live nearby. It won’t take long for me to get back.”

“You should head back as soon as possible. The storm will probably get worse before you arrive in the city. Anyway, I finish here, so see you around.” The young man added before walking away.

“Wait!” The man stopped him.

“Is there something the matter, sir?” His voice sounded cold, which sent a chill down the man’s spine as he gulped his spit.

“You aren’t the one who has the right to this stall. It was one of my friends.”

The young man didn’t answer as he narrowed his eyes.

“You better get out of here soon.” The young man's sentence sounded more like a warning than a threat.

“What?”

The man pondered for some time before coming to a decision. He gasped and widened his eyes, realizing someone- no, some people showed up from the young man’s back direction.

The man instinctively takes a step back, trying to run away before he gets any closer. But as he was about to turn his back, the young man dashed toward him and hit him with his left palm, then pinned him down with a sword materialized out of thin air in his right hand.

“Guh!” The man grunted.

Two men approach from the opposite direction, holding the woman and his son. Noticing the danger to his family, the man started to panic as fear and regret filled in, but it was too late.

“Maria! Morgan!” The man shouted their names, “Damn you, let go of me!”

The storm gets even worse than before. Thunderstorms can be heard from above, accompanied by a strong breeze, and the rain is becoming heavier. Anxiety consumes a man's psyche in this weather.

Will he and his family die here? Is this the end? He can’t help but think so. A patrol from the knight will not pass here, knowing the current weather. The chance of a knight or somebody passing this gorge is near zero. These are the thoughts circulating in the man’s head.

The young man smirked, “Now, I have a couple of questions for you, and I want you to answer them honestly.”

“But before that, let me introduce myself. My name is Kyle, I’m a treasure hoarder, and these people are my underlings. What about you, strange yet respectable stranger?” The young man added.

“... Seth.” The man said nothing more than that.

Kyle walked away from him a few steps. Then he turns back to spread his arms and says, “Question time!”

“First question, why are you here? Answer this question as simply as possible, or I will cut your wife’s neck.” Kyle points his sword toward Maria.

The hostage could only whimper.

“Wait! Please. Don’t hurt her.” He pleaded as he took a step closer without alerting them. 

“People from Dawn Winery ordered some ingredients for their wine. We were delivering goods the owner ordered from the city, my wife and son tagging along.” He answered.

“Now, for the second question. Do you happen to be close to the knight or the adventurer?”

“What?” The question confused Seth.

“The Knight of Favonius and the Adventurers Guild, there’s no way you don’t know about them.”

“No, I don’t. I’m a mere merchant. If somehow I have any relations with the knights or adventurers, there’s nothing more than a formal relationship.”

Kyle stayed quiet and stared at him. That made the family nervous, not sure what was in the head of the criminal’s mind.

Kyle then closed his eyes and sighed, “Let both of them go.”

Maria and Morgan gasped and ran toward Seth as soon as they released them. He hugged them and asked if they were hurt, and they finally sighed in relief none of them were in harm.

“Get out of here, now. Before I change my mind.” The swordsman said.

The family furiously nodded and quickly headed toward their wagon, hoping everything would be alright.

As the three hopped on the wagon, Seth signaled his horse to move. They passed all the Treasure Hoarders and their leader there without making eye contact with any of them, afraid they could accidentally provoke them.

When the family disappeared from his sight, Kyle asked,

“Are we ready to leave now?”

“Ah yes, boss. We have done putting all the stuff we stole into the hideout after we get out of here, so we can safely retrieve them anytime.” One of his lackeys responded.

“Good, we are leaving now. We’ve spent too much time here than I planned.” He ordered.

His underlings are preparing to leave, but Kyle asks them again.

Everyone stopped their steps, looking at each other and asking if anyone saw where Kyle’s brother was. Kyle looked around, but nothing indicated that his brother was around.

“C- could it be…?!”

...

Amidst the darkness, fire engulfed the middle of the road, looking like a giant bonfire, illuminating the surrounding area. The flames burned deep red and amber, even as rain poured down.

“Burn everything!”

A man was standing near it. He watched as the blaze rampaged, burning it with all its might. The sword in his left hand drips liquid. His eyes reflect the conflagration, and a grin shows on his face.

Three people are lying and unmoving, with red liquid flowing out of their bodies.

A/N: A bit cliche of a starter, I admit.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 1.0:

Survivor

“Ugh, I hate morning patrol.”

Close to Springvale Town, two men are standing with their uniform, armor, and spear in their hands. It is dawn, and they just begin their morning patrol. The previous shift ended prematurely due to the storm.

That means the guard around the city would be loose during that period. Grand Master Varka, the leader of Knight of Favonius in Mondstadt, urges the Reconnaissance team and the Outrider to start patrolling as soon as the storm subsides.

“Stop complaining. We barely start our duty.” His black-haired partner retorted.

“No need to tell me. I slept too well throughout the storm and now feel weary.”

“Blame yourself, then.” He sassed before he bossed, “Let’s go. We need to move out.”

Reluctantly, he follows his partner's command and moves on to the next point. In the middle of their way, they notice something ahead of them.

“Hey. Am I high, or do I see smoke?”

“No, I see it as well. That doesn’t seem like something from someone’s camping. Let’s investigate!” His partner ran before him.

He soon follows his partner, approaching the source of the smoke. It doesn't take long for them to find the location, and they finally arrive. None of them expected what they see right now. They're so shocked by the scene before them that they don't even notice other people coming to the place.

“Hey, what’s happen-!”

The individual who had just arrived at the scene was shocked. However, unlike the two, the older man rebounds and reacts almost immediately.

“Captain! This is-”

“Roger, help me to check the scene! I’ll inspect the victims, and you examine the surroundings! Roy, you call everyone to come here! ASAP!” The older man ordered.

“Y- yes, sir!” The two answered in unison and did what he asked quickly.

Only the older man and the black-haired man are left there. The older man made his way to the bodies lying on the ground with a heavy heart. Deep down, he knows it is unlikely for them to be alive, albeit a faint hope from him to be at least a survivor.

The black-haired guy examines his surroundings, noting everything that should and will be reported to his superior. Although he ordered him to do that, the older man quickly analyzed the scene. But no matter what, the lying bodies are the most striking to him.

The burned wagon. A man lies sideways with a slash wound on his front. The woman isn’t too far from him and suffered the same injury on her back. Lastly, a young boy near the woman seems to sustain the worst, a stab right in the chest. That’s all merely what he sees.

“Seth…” He muttered, recognizing one of them.

The pool of blood forces his feet to bathe in them. He checks his friend's body first before the rest. His body is cold and shows no beat in vain. Checking them one by one, he confirms none of them are alive. Nearing the boy, he catches the young man’s chest expand lightly.

The older man widens his eyes when he sees that. He makes sure what he sees isn’t an illusion by rubbing his eyes. Before he could check the boy’s body, someone called him out.

“Captain, I bring everyone that could help!”

Knight members are swarming around the area. Just like ordinary people react, they are stunned by what they see. However, knowing there’s no time to waste, the older man leads them to do what’s necessary for the situation.

“Alright! Attention!” He gathered everyone's attention.

“I want you all to split into two groups. The first one will consist of the Reconnaissance members. Your job will be to look for clues about what happened and find anything related to the perpetrator, while my team will handle the victims. Understand?”

“Yes, sir!”

They swiftly execute the order they got. The first team disperse to scan the area and look further to find suspicious activity or individuals. Only a few are left to deal with the casualty, and one of them asks their leader.

“Is there any survivor, sir?”

“Right, the boy!” He ran to the boy’s body and checked on him.

When the older man verifies the boy’s status, he sighs in relief. The boy is breathing, and his heart beats slowly. Even though his appearance seems to tell about his injuries, his condition discloses otherwise.

It’s a miracle to believe, but he’s more than happy to know the boy is alive.

“He- he’s alive…”

“Really?!”

Something falls from the boy when the older man tries to lift him. Those who notice look down and get surprised once again.

“Is it from him?”

“Yeah. That’s not mine, for sure.” The older man said, still carrying the boy.

One of them picks it up and gives it back to the boy.

“I’ll bring him back to the Favonius Church to treat him. Can the rest of you deal with the bodies?”

“Understand, sir! Please leave the rest to us.”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

With that said, the older man moves quickly to the Church of Favonius in the city.

*CLICK*

A/N: Those two departments are responsible for patrolling unless I missed something based on the canon-game story. Amber and Eula have a voice line about it, so I find their jobs align to some degree.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 1.1:

A Second Chance

I groan as I slowly open my eyes. I see the room's white ceiling and a small chandelier illuminating the whole room. Sitting on my bed, I look around my surroundings to see if there’s someone in here with me, but no one is here.

“Ouch…!”

Instinctively, I hold the back of my head where it hurts the most. I feel something wrapped around my head. I have no idea what this is because I don't recall wearing a headband or anything. I take it off without thinking, but it’s a mistake.

“... A bandage?” I widen my eyes in surprise.

The bandage has absorbed a lot of blood, judging by the dark red color. I rub and explore my head carefully, but there’s not even a single drop of blood on my hands. Suddenly, I feel like someone is coming. When I gaze at the closed door, it immediately opens.

A sister comes in with a tray and then notices me.

“Oh, you already- Why are you taking the bandage off?!” She suddenly raised her voice and rushed toward me.

She picks up the bandage and looks at it for a second, then looks at me with slight anger mixed with worry.

“Are you hurt somewhere?” She asked.

I shake my head, and she sighs in relief.

“I’m going to pick more bandages, okay? I’m sure you’re hungry, so I prepared some soup. Eat it while it warms, will you?” She smiled warmly at me before leaving and closing the door.

“I guess I am hungry.” I shrugged after hearing my stomach grumbling.

I feel something sticking on my chest when I get off the bed. I lift my shirt to the top, revealing another bandage wrapped around my chest and left shoulder. I try to touch it gently but feel no pain. Curiosity gets the better of me again, so I remove the bandage.

“Oh my…” My jaw drops slightly, and my eyes widen. I can’t hide my surprise at what I’m witnessing.

Close inspection reveals that the size is nearly as large as a blade on my chest. It looks dreadful as a scar. I decide to put it aside from my mind since I feel hungry.

Standing before the food, I notice something eye-catching lying next to the tray. An orb-shaped gem inlaid within a pair of tri-feathered wings, with a diamond-shaped tail on the bottom and five spikes at the top. On the back, three-wing-like decorations along the bottom on one side.

“A vision?” I murmured.

I picked it up and observed it closely.

“It looks pretty. But why is it lying here? Whose is this?”

I don’t remember owning a vision, so I just put it back where it was.

While I’m sitting on my bed eating the soup, I can tell some presences are closing by. The door is open, showing the sister is back with another two figures behind her. They come in one by one, but I recognize those two within a second.

“Please don’t mind us. Feel free to keep eating. I’m sure you’re quite hungry since you’re recovering.” Assured the man in white and red vestment.

He wears a white miter and circular glasses. He’s the Seneschal of the Church of Favonius, one of the leaders of Mondsatdt. He’s very considerate to let me eat my soup back, but I choose not to since it would be inappropriate, so I shake my head.

“Hmm? Are your wounds already recovered?” The other man spoke to me with a curious expression.

The other man’s the Grand Master of the Knight of Favonius. Anyone in Mondstadt knows who he is.

“Ah, right. Let me patch your head with a new bandage.” The sister comes close to me with a fresh bandage in her hand.

“There’s no need. I’m feeling alright.”

“What are you talking about? You still need treatment for your injuries.”

“No, I’m fine. Really.”

“But you’re still bleeding.”

“They stopped already. Please take a look.” I said as I revealed all the injuries I knew.

I hear a gasp from her.

“What? You were bleeding quite severely this morning. How is it already healed?!” The sister said in disbelief. Even the Seneschal finds it hard to believe.

“Was I in that bad condition?”

The sister is confused for a second, and the Seneschal and the Grand Master look at each other for a second before the Grand Master answers my question.

“Well, if that is what you are wondering, all I can say is that you were gravely injured that we thought it was already too late to save your life. But somehow, you were still breathing with all the injuries you sustained.” He smiled bitterly.

My memories blur all the way. I only remember I was on my way home with my parents and nothing else.

“I think you should rest, kid. Hopefully, it helps you reduce the pain and recover faster.” The Grand Master said before mumbling, “I just have to ask you next time…”

“Ask me what, Grand Master Varka?”

“Huh?” He sounded surprised.

“You said you have something to ask me. Feel free to ask me. I gladly help if I can.”

The Seneschal seems to be not pleased with the Grand Master.

“You want to ask him now?” The Seneschal inquired.

The Grand Master raises his eyebrows.

“I think the question can wait. You should just focus on recovering for now. I’ll take my leave. All that matters is that Morgan is safe and sound.” He excused himself to leave the room.

When he was about to close the door, I thanked him for his visit. After looking at the Grand Master figure leaving the room, the Seneschal looks at me.

“Morgan, how are you feeling? Please let us know if you are uncomfortable or if something bothers you."

“Thank you, but as you can see, I’m fine.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I still couldn’t believe what happened to you this morning.”

Right, I forgot the reason why I’m here. Grandmaster and the Seneschal said they found me gravely injured this morning and said nothing more. That means they know nothing about what happened to me, but the same goes for me.

“Seneschal, may I ask you what happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

I nodded.

The Seneschal looks at the Sister.

“Please give us a moment.” He said.

They move to the corner of the room, whispering about something. However, I hear them quite clearly by staying quiet.

“Morgan seems to suffer an amnesia.”

“You’re right. For now, perhaps we shouldn’t tell Morgan about what happened, especially regarding his parents.”

Hearing the last part makes me immediately slide off the bed to stand up and ask, “My parents? What happened to them?”

Hearing me suddenly speak while they were whispering surprised them, and they even got confused for a second.

“M- Morgan? You heard us?”

“What happened to parents? Where are they? Are they okay?” I persisted.

I feel my heart racing due to panicking.

“Wait, please calm down. You need-” The sister tried to soothe me.

“Calm down? Knowing something happened to my parents?” I said, slowly losing patience.

“Morgan, listen to me. You need to rest to recover your condition.”

“I don’t need sleep! I need an answer!”

They reeled hearing me say that. That was the first time I shouted after I woke up. The Seneschal and the Sister seem uncomfortable and aren’t ready to answer my question. I can feel all the emotions in me bursting at that moment.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

I just yelled at them without giving them a chance to explain, so I apologized. The Seneschal and the Sister looked stunned yet relieved by my sudden apology.

“It’s alright. We also apologize for not being able to tell you because…” She seemed to hesitate to continue her sentence.

“You bound to know sooner or later anyway. We just feel like your current state isn’t ready to accept the truth.” The Seneschal added.

“I’m ready.” I said it without a hint of doubt.

I resolve that I’m ready to take the truth. I can’t remember what happened, but that doesn’t matter. The truth is in front of me, but what is this feeling I have? I feel restless.

A/N: You know, I initially wanted to describe Varka as a buffed man but decided to be against it. Because, well, we barely know anything about him except a little crumbs from Razor and others. As much as I wanted him to be like that, I wouldn’t set my expectations too high. But a man can dream, right? Let’s hope MHY does him justice.

If not, I might do it myself here.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 1.2:

The Worst News

“Can you please prepare tea for him?”

The Seneschal asked the sister, and she nodded. She throws a glance at me for a second before leaving. The Seneschal walks to my side to pick a chair nearby to sit on. He faces me, but he doesn’t speak for a while.

Then he closes his eyes, holding his hands together firmly as he looks down. He raises his head to look at me again, sighing before speaking,

“Alright, Morgan. I want you to relax and calm down before I tell you what happened.”

I stay quiet without looking away from him. I can’t help feeling nervous, but I could say the same goes for him. The Seneschal seems hesitant to tell me as his mouth is agape, like the words stuck in his throat. When he was about to speak, the door opened. It’s the Sister as she brings yet another tray in her hands.

“Your tea is ready.” She gave me the cup.

“Thank you very much.”

Before drinking it, the fragrance of the tea gets into my nose. It smells nice and makes me relax. I take a sip, then gulp it in one go. My throat felt dry, so I just finished it quickly.

“You don’t look good. You should take a rest now.” She said after taking a good look at me.

“No worry. I haven’t listened to what happened to my parent.”

The Sister looks at the Seneschal, feeling anxious. Not long after, he starts speaking,

“Morgan, your parents… already passed away when we found you.”

“Huh?”

My mind went blank there. I couldn’t think of anything. Processing what the Seneschal said, suddenly, I feel a memory surge. A bright light flashed before my eyes, blinding me for a moment. My ears buzz loudly, making me hear nothing. I hold my head tightly. The headache is nothing like before, and my head feels about to burst.

I hiss as I pull my knees close and then curl my body. The memory is forcing its way into my head.

“Argh…!”

When I open my eyes, I see myself and my parents on the ground while a man with a sword walks toward them. My father tried to protect us and even begged for mercy in front of the man.

The man didn’t even bat an eye before striking my father. My mother shrieks, seeing what she saw. The man walks toward her with his sword still dripping blood. My mother crawled backward, trying to run from him and save me, but it was futile. Once she was in his range of attack, he slashed her.

Witnessed the scene, I was just sitting there, shaking, because I couldn’t do anything, like a coward. I remember the feeling I had that night, and I could see it clearly on my face in front of me. I could sense death was nearing.

Fear and hopelessness.

[What can you do? You’re powerless. You can’t protect anyone, not even yourself.]

“Khh… Shut up!” I clenched my teeth.

I feel my body trembling. Slowly, I’m starting to feel my senses are back to reality. Opening my eyes as I release my hands from my head, I stare at my palms shaking. Suddenly, I feel a pat on my shoulders. It’s the Seneschal.

“Morgan! Can you hear me?!”

I gasped for air for a while.

Still trying to gather my mind, I reply, “...Yeah, I’m so sorry. I lost in my thought just now.”

He doesn’t seem convinced by my words, but he decides not to ask me further. I’m staring at my palms again, trying to calm myself by breathing deeply and slowly. After a minute, I raise my head and sigh, then look at the Seneschal.

“Do you feel better now?” He gently asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I see. As I thought, telling you what happened now is bad timing. I shouldn’t-”

“Please don’t apologize. I’m the one asking you to tell me. I’m thankful for listening to my request.” I bowed lightly to him.

“Do you need anything, Morgan? Hearing that news must be rough for you.” The sister offered.

“No.” I shook my head before saying, “Maybe I need some time alone. Can you all please leave?”

“Right. You might need more time to digest what I said to you. We can continue the next time you’re in better condition.” The Seneschal said as he stood.

Hesitantly, they leave the room. But before closing the door, the Seneschal said another thing to me.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask me or one of the Sisters, okay?”

I simply nod, and he closes the door.

I throw myself onto the bed while spreading my arms. I feel drained. I notice the window in this room is still open. The view from the window is good, as I can see Cider Lake from here. The fresh air in the morning, the trees near the lake dance as the wind blows, and birds fly in the sky.

I put my hands on the window to support my body, trying to enjoy the view. But there are some complicated feelings I couldn’t put into words. These feelings I have encumber my chest.

My parents have died. That is the most bitter news I ever got, and I doubt there would be anything worse than that. My mind goes blank for a while until I come to my senses. Thinking about it again makes my blood boil, making me feel furious.

[Why?]

I feel angry and disappointed in myself.

[Why would you? Are you regretting something you can’t control?]

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?” I meekly asked.

...

[You are in grief.]

“Am I?” I scoffed.

I drop my shoulders as I look down at my feet, and my vision becomes blurry. My nose feels stuffed, so I sniff to clear my nostrils. Without my notice, a droplet drops to my feet, another fall, and more. It takes me a while to notice something dripping from my eyes to my cheek, and I wipe them with my hand.

“I’m- crying?” I stammered, realizing I shed tears.

I hurriedly wipe my tears with my sleeves.

[Just let it out. No one is here.]

“No, I-” My voice cracked.

I don’t know what to do. My knees feel weak, and I drop down without resistance. Dragging my feet closer, I hug my legs tightly and burrow my face into my knees. Unconsciously, I let these complex emotions take hold of me and pour out like a forceful flood of emotions. Tears keep flowing as I squeeze my legs vigorously to a point where my legs almost feel numb.

A/N: No comment.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 1.3:

Burial

In the midst of dozing, I hear knocks on the door. Feeling heavy to open my eyes, I peek at the door. Yet, I don’t have the slight motivation or strength to speak and stand up, so I remain sitting in the corner. After a while, the person behind the door starts to speak.

“Morgan. May I come in?”

I remain silent.

I recognize the voice. Since I didn’t answer, it’s only natural for the person to open the door. When he finds me, he approaches slowly and stands before me. I still don’t bother to raise my head and keep my head burrowed. But staying silent would make matters more complicated, and for that reason, I voice,

“What is it, Grand Master Varka?”

He stayed silent before crouching.

“Are you still hurt, Morgan?” He concerned.

“... Don’t worry about me. Do what you must.”

“We did, and we’re still trying to. I won’t interrogate you about what happened, at least until you’re ready.” He responded.

“How does it help you?”

“Information from witnesses is crucial. I wish to know the chronology of the incident. With that, it would definitely make this case more manageable to apprehend whoever is behind it.”

I remain motionless. My head is still busy trying to collect all the pieces, even though I want to help him. However, I also really don’t have the impetus for it.

“Don’t you want to serve justice to the culprit?”

“...”

I feel my hand twitches. Silence dwells in the room. Unhurriedly opening my eyes, Grand Master’s words hastily echo in my mind.

“Right. That is not why I am here.” He said before continuing,

“Your parents’ funerals are beginning soon. I realize it may be too soon for all that has happened to you, but I don't believe you want to miss their funerals.”

I raise my head to look at him.

“You may be right.” I weakly said.

I can’t see clearly Grand Master’s expression as my sight is impaired. Pushing myself to stand up using my knee, he helps me. 

“You don’t look so good.” He commented.

“... It’s not as bad as it looks. Let’s not waste any more time.” I responded as I moved past him.

However, he prevented me from taking more than three steps by holding my shoulder.

“You don’t have to push it if you can’t or don’t want to, Morgan!”

Emontionlessly, I turn back and say, “This will be my last time to say goodbye to them. Let me be. Please.”

He’s speechless before sighing and hearing my response. Grand Master seems to be in deep thought, still holding my shoulder. I feel something indescribable in my chest as I wait for him to speak.

I’m aware that I AM pushing myself. I barely feel any strength in me as my limbs feel shaky. I’ve been sitting for too long without moving, literally. Perhaps that’s just how it is.

“Alright, but let’s wash your face and change your clothes first. That'll make you feel more refreshed.”

I just nodded.

...

To my surprise, I found loads more people attending my parents’ funeral. I try to conceal myself, but it’s unavailing. I can feel intense gazes from everyone. It could be because the Grand Master walks close to me or they realize who I am. Regardless, I should be feeling uptight and nervous, but strangely, I don’t.

I keep walking to where Grand Master escorts me, which leads me to the front, where I can see almost everyone. When I arrive, The Cardinal of Daybreak starts the funeral rites. He starts with my father’s story before my mother’s, and after that are hymns and prayers. And lastly is the burial.

Before I realized it, the rite was nearly ending. Barely anything gets into my ears. People began to place flowers and bouquets on my parents' graves at the end of the ceremony. The idea to bring flowers slipped my head now that I have nothing in my hand.

“Do you want to put one as well?”

Someone spoke to me with bouquets in their hand.

“Um...”

“I glimpsed you didn’t bring anything with you, so you can take these and give them to your parents.” She smiled as she handed me the bouquets.

“No, I can’t do that. That’s yours.”

“Indeed. Initially, I brought these to express my condolence. But if it’s you, then I’m sure these bouquets will mean more than that.”

I’m speechless to hear that.

“How about it?” She asked once again.

“... Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Here, take it.”

“Thank you.” I expressed my gratitude as I took the bouquets.

“Don’t mention it. Also, I’m so sorry for your loss. I hope you’ll get through it alright.”

I nodded.

Heavily, I step toward my parents’ graves along with other people. I give one to each of their graves as well as mental notes. When done, I walked back to where I was. In the end, some people start leaving the graveyard, while some approach me to say sorry and more. Although I don’t like it, I appreciate their commiseration.

…

Few people remain in the graveyard. However, I don’t see the lady who gave me bouquets among these people. It’s a shame because I wanted to express my gratitude to her. Since I have nothing else, I decided to stay here for a while.

“Excuse me.”

“..?”

“You’re Morgan, right? I believe this is our first meeting, so please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Cardinal Calvin, the Stand-in Cardinal in the Church of Favonius. A pleasure to meet you.”

I nodded.

He stands beside me while I keep staring at their graves. The winds gently blow to the east, making leaves under our feet dance in the air.

“So, what is it that you want to talk about?” I continued the conversation going, despite not wanting to.

“First of all, my sincere condolence. If you need anything or need to talk, please don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll do my best to help you.”

“... I appreciate your gesture.”

“Secondly, allow me to apologize for not involving you in your parents’ funeral rite preparation. We deemed you weren’t in state to participate when looking into your state at the time.”

“Don’t be concerned about it. If anything, I’m grateful to you for doing this without me.”

“We just did what we should. Was there anything in the ceremony you felt lacking?” He inquired as he looked at me.

I merely shake my head. Without looking, I know he feels doubtful.

“Are you sure? You don’t feel dissatisfied with our arrangement?”

I softly scoff, “Why would I? I do not wish for anything special here. Besides, it already happened. There’s no point changing it now.”

“If there’s nothing more to discuss, allow me to leave.” I added before leaving.

“Thank you, and sorry if I took too much of your time.” He bowed a little.

I stop at the track and turn back, “No, thanks to you ALL.”

I value all the kindness people gave to me. Because moving forward, I wouldn’t know what becomes of me.

A/N: A very kind lady, isn’t she? Guess who she is.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 1.4:

Piecing All Clues

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wait for people from the Knights are coming. It’s been a few days, but the investigation of the incident isn’t going anywhere. Or so I heard. They’ve been doing it without any information from me, after all.

Grand Master Varka and I agreed to discuss the incident further today. I’m curious about what they have found so far in exchange for me to tell them about what happened. Nearing the appointed time, they should come any time soon.

The moment I thought of them, I heard knocks on the door.

“Morgan, it’s me.”

“Come in.”

The door opens and reveals a few people standing in front of it. Coming one by one, they position themselves in different spots. I quietly wait for them to come in until the last person closes the door.

Four persons are in the room, excluding me. Grand Master Varka, The Seneschal, and the others are someone I don’t know.

“Shall we start now?” I began.

“No need to be haste, Morgan. Firstly, let those two introduce themselves to you. I gathered as few people as possible, like you asked.” Grand Master protested.

“Right, allow us to do the honor. My name is Fernand, the captain of the Reconnaissance. My company and I are responsible for performing reconnoiter and fend off approaching enemies.” He stands next to the Seneschal.

Well, you did a terrible job, then.

“A pleasure to meet you, Morgan.” He continued.

“Likewise, sir.”

“I’m Eroch, the Inspector of Knight of Favonius. I’m here to assist you in solving this incident. I hope we can work together.” He sits on the chair.

I nodded.

“Before we begin, do you have any questions?”

“Isn’t it a bit late for me to provide you guys with intel? It’s been a few days since then. I doubt I could help much.”

“I told you not to worry about it too much. While we got clues on our own, getting more from you definitely would increase the chance for us to find whoever was behind that incident.” Grand Master Varka answered.

“That’s why we’d ask for your cooperation. Let’s hope we can find the root as soon as possible. We cannot let them get away from punishment.”

“Besides, it’ll be dangerous to let those responsible loose around Mondstadt.”

“But, please don’t burden yourself too much with this meeting.” The Seneschal reminded.

I nod a few times, “Alright. Go ahead.”

I’ve been itching to hear something more about that bastard . My head had nothing going on but that tragedy. I’m not a fan of meet-ups like this, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have high hopes for them.

Grand Master Varka signals Eroch to speak, and after taking out a small notebook, he starts the meeting.

“The incident happened on 28th October, next to the entrance of the Drunkard Gorge. The documented victims were Seth Frederick, Maria Frederick, and Morgan Frederick. We confirmed the couple's death while their child survived but suffered grave injuries. After the crime scene inspection, we believed the incident's motive was pillage and murder. We have asked every owner vendor in Drunkard Gorge, possible witnesses from Springvale and nearby villages. However, since the event happened when it was storming, everyone was inside their house. Also, we apprehended some treasure hoarders close to the scene, but they knew almost nothing about it.”

I paid attention to everything he said. I suppose that was just a summary of the actual report they have about it, and unless I’m mistaken, they ran out of clues. I’d love to know more details, but I don’t think that’s possible. Nothing seems out of the ordinary except one.

“What made you guys think those were the reasons?”

“Was it wrong?” Eroch asked.

“I’m just wondering. I can understand the murder part, but what about the pillage? Was there anything stolen from our carriage?”

“We believe so because we found nothing valuable in your wagon. In Drunkard Gorge, caravan stalls have been cleaned up and looted. It shouldn’t be a coincidence those two events weren’t related.”

“Right. It’s worth mentioning that while we expanded our search area, we didn’t find traces of monsters in the vicinity. Those two scenes were too thoroughly and orderly plundered to be monsters’ doing.” Fernand noted.

“We assumed that the culprit was a group of treasure hoarders. Unfortunately, those we caught were not related to the incident.”

“... I see.” I muttered as I put my hands to support my body.

Now that I hear more of it, they’re actually closer to the truth than I expected. There’s only very little intel I can give to them at this point.

“I reckon those two have covered pretty much everything we got. So, it’s your turn now, Morgan. What do you have to say?” Grand Master probed.

I close my eyes for a second.

First of all, I feel the Knight of Favonius and I share different points of view about these occurrences. They think the heist in Drunkard Gorge and my family’s demise are related, whereas I do not. There’s something distinct between that Kyle guy and the one who killed me and my parents.

Next, if somehow I end up on the wrong side, the reasons they mentioned aren’t something I agree with. Because if it was, why did they let us go rather than kill and steal our stuff at that moment?

Finally, why did he take our goods? I doubt someone like him has an interest in wealth. That man was more like a killer than a theft. But honestly, it could be that treasure hoarder group, someone else, or even monsters that took our belongings.

I feel something is amiss.

“Morgan? Why do you stay silent?”

Hmm, I suppose I’m pondering too much.

“Sorry, I was just making sure I recalled everything I needed to tell you.”

“Really? What is it?”

I told them about what happened that night, from where we got ambushed to the point where he slayed us. Trying my best to describe the poignant tragedy, I can feel my stomach twirling. Good things that I managed to finish the story I made before something emerged from my throat.

Everyone in the room has a complicated face. Grand Master Varka taps his finger, The Seneschal covers his mouth, Fernand rubs his chest, and Eroch tries to write my narration. Later on, no one speaks, and another person knocks on the door.

“Please come in.”

“Excuse me,” It’s a sister bringing a tray, “I made tea for everyone.”

“Thank you, Sister Edna. Can you share them with everyone?”

She nods before presenting all of us with a cup of tea. After everyone got their tea, she excused herself to leave the room.

I sip my tea until the Grand Master carries on the discussion.

“So, you are telling us that the one accountable for the incident was a group of treasure hoarders, and not only that, their leader has a vision?”

I nodded.

“Treasure hoarder with vision, huh?” Fernand mumbled.

“Why would people gifted by archons commit something so cruel?” The Seneschal wondered.

“Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter. All I know is we find and put them behind bars as soon as possible.” Grand Master retorted.

“I didn’t know treasure hoarders would commit a murder.”

“It’s an exceedingly rare case, indeed. But those willing to go to such lengths do exist out there.” Fernand noted.

I keep quiet to listen to them talking. We have pieced together every clue we got, but apparently, it’s not enough. There’s no more use to keep this discussion going if we don’t progress further, but I proved wrong.

A/N: Fernand is just a placeholder name for the previous captain of the Reconnaissance before Eula. And for Eroch, unless you haven’t read Genshin Impact manga, you should be familiar with him.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 1.5:

The Taste of Directionless

The cold breeze constantly touches my skin and clothes as I sit on the window. Despite knowing I probably will catch a fever by doing this, I ignore the chill. I look above to stargazing while trying to empty my thoughts.

Lately, I found myself couldn’t sleep adequately. I am used to either already fast asleep or lying on the bed trying to sleep at this hour. It’s a miracle if I somehow can doze without feeling restless nowadays.

Since the meeting with some personnel from the Knight of Favonius, I’ve been trying to determine what I should do. I helped them by giving them disclosure of the incident, and Grand Master and others got what they needed to proceed with the case. But-

What about me?

What am I supposed to do?

The Seneschal said I should wait for the news from them. Sadly, I don’t feel right sitting here doing nothing while they do their best. Maybe I’m not part of the Knight, but I want to get involved. But again-

*sigh*

…

“Grand Master, don’t you think this group sounds familiar?” Eroch inquired.

Eroch was being silent too the whole time.

“Yeah, I thought so too. I didn’t expect they would set foot in Mondstadt. But are you sure it’s them?”

“Most likely, yes. I’d never heard of any other group of treasure hoarders with a vision bearer among them.”

“Fair point.”

The rest of us glanced back and forth when Grand Master and Eroch exchanged.

“Morgan, do you remember any names from that group? For example, their leader’s name.” Eroch questioned.

“... Their leader’s name is Kyle.”

“I knew it.”

“Hang on. Sir Eroch, do you mind elaborating on what you meant?” Fernand interrogated.

Everyone's attention shifts to him, waiting for an explanation. Eroch puts aside his notebook and drinks his tea before opening his mouth.

“This group of treasure hoarders headed by Kyle is one of the high-profile wanted criminals in many nations. The group consists of more than 50 people members, and two of them are vision bearers. They’ve committed a lot of identical cases like this in the past, and so far, none could apprehend them yet.”

“They are pretty dodgy and witted. There’s a rumor that the group led by those two vision bearers, namely Kyle and Kenny.” Grand Master appended.

“To guarantee the suspects, I’d like to ask you one more thing, Morgan. Do those two wield two different elements, pyro and cryo?”

Hesitantly, I nod.

“That settled then. Fernand, share this intel with the Outriders and dig for more info about this group.”

“Understood!” He saluted before leaving.

Eroch continues to write in his notebook. The rest of us remain mute until Grand Master Varka speaks,

“I’ll take my leave as well. I will try to ask about this matter to other parties and ask for their cooperation if they know anything.” He said before approaching me,

“Thank you for your information, Morgan. You’ve helped us a lot. Let’s hope we can finish this case fast enough.”

He shoves his right hand to me, and I reciprocate.

“Thanks to you too.”

After the handshake, he steps out of the room. But only after leaving a message to the inspector.

“I’m sorry if I take too much of your time. I hope you don’t mind helping us a little bit more.”

I shake my head, “It’s fine.”

We both stayed to chat about everything that had transpired in more detail. It doesn’t take long until Eroch is satisfied. I don’t know how much he got in his note, but it is safe to assume it’s sufficient since I literally have nothing more to tell him.

Finishing the drink and putting the note in his coat pocket, Eroch stands up.

“I have to thank you for your cooperation as well, Morgan. We’ll do our best to wrap up this case and hopefully bring you good news.”

“I look forward to it.”

He nods, “Please excuse me, you two.”

That leaves me and the Seneschal in the room. I’m staring at my feet, so I have no clue what he’s doing. My heart is pounding, and my head is throbbing, but I hold on to show them. Bit by bit, I raise my head.

“Is there anything else?”

The Seneschal wags his head, “No. I’m here just in case you had trouble with their interrogation, but you didn’t.”

“They just asked a bunch of questions. Nothing harmful.” I said as I put the cup on the table.

Silence.

Standing motionless, I shut my eyes tight. I tell myself to take a deep breath and exhale.

“Is there something that makes you feel uneasy, Morgan?”

I turn around, “Why?”

“Because that’s how you’re feeling right now.”

“... I guess you’re not wrong. But rest assured, it’s not worth mentioning.”

“I disagree. It must be something serious, especially after all that.” The Seneschal objected.

We stared at each other until I breathed out and sat on the chair.

“... Do you think they will succeed in clearing this matter?”

The Seneschal seems surprised, “Are you worried that they would fail?”

I didn’t answer. There’s a weird feeling on my chest.

“Let’s wish the best for them. I’m sure Grand Master Varka will do their best to find and arrest those criminals.”

“So you can’t say for certain.”

“Well, yeah. I understand you might not want them to go unpunished, but why so fixated on it?” The Seneschal wondered.

“Why shouldn’t I? There will be more victims like me soon if we let people like them loose like wild animals.”

“I get that. I’m doing my part by doing my own research. Please be patient; we are all doing what we can to solve this case.”

I blink a few times before saying, “... Is that so? Good luck, then.”

Facing the window, I rest my back on the chair. For some reason, I feel like everything that happened here was meaningless. The Seneschal is right. All I can do for now is nothing but wait for a further update from them.

I relax my muscles, trying to destress with all the negative thoughts. I considered our conversation done, but the Seneschal seemed to have something more to verbalize.

“Morgan, is there anything else that has been bugging you?”

“I wish I could help you all deal with this matter, but I can’t think of anything beneficial.”

“Don’t worry about it, Morgan. You can leave everything else to us. Meanwhile, I ask you to suit yourself until you fully recover.”

“I- Will do.”

“Good. I need to go back, so I’ll leave.”

The Seneschal excuses himself after gathering all the cups on a tray.

“May the wind guide you, Morgan.” He said before exiting.

...

I softly exhale upon recalling everything that unfolded.

There’s nothing I can do about it. That is the truth I’m trying so hard to deny. However, I can’t avoid that. I couldn’t.

Staring at my hand, I mutter, “What’s the point of having you, honestly?”

Ironically, even though I have a vision, I am still helpless in my own circumstances. No, it’s more fitting to say that I don’t know what I am supposed to do from now on. What does the archon want by giving me a vision?

A/N: Did you notice it? Can you feel something is not right in there?

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 2.0:

False Mental Expectation

Currently, I’m sitting on the bed, reading a book. Since no one is home, The Seneschal told me I could stay here as long as I wanted. And since I’m an orphan, they can take care of me. Having no reason to refuse, I accepted his offer.

While I’m still twelve, living alone at home is nothing new. Dad and Mom were rare at home. They were often busy with work and at home, mostly at night, on days off, and on weekends. However, I almost never felt lonely. If anything, the sense of being bored occurred more often than being lonely back then.

Strange, isn’t it?

Don’t get me wrong. If that somehow sounded like I’m distant from my parents, that’s not true. Indeed, we didn’t spend much time together, but my parents always made up for the time lost on their days off or weekends.

I always appreciated their effort to spend their time together with me despite them always being busy with work. Our time together was something indispensable to me.

Looking at my left wrist, where there are bracelets. “... I feel lonely now that they’re gone.”

My eyes started to moisten. I shut my eyes tightly and take a deep breath to compose myself.

[I see.]

“Really? That’s all you got to say?” I frowned.

[What do you want me to say then?]

“Well, I don’t know. I’m expecting something like comforting words or something.”

[Like what?]

“Uh… I don’t know?”

“Look, listen. You asked me to tell you my story, and so I did. Here I thought you would feel sympathy for me by saying something more sentimental than a mere ‘I see.’”

[Nah. All I said was that you didn’t look good, and then you started the whole story as if I asked in the first place.]

I blink a few times when I hear that. I feel the heat rising to my face, thinking if what he said is true, then that means I accidentally vent on him? But still! That doesn’t mean he should just say, ‘I see’ after hearing my story. What kind of person does that?

[Comforting words won’t matter. You’ve been keeping these feelings since you recalled that tragedy.]

“...”

[You feel a little better now, right? Instead of offering sympathy, I believed it was not required.]

“... You are cold.”

[I won’t deny that.]

I know, he’s like this. He is supposed to be like this.

At first, I thought I would think of him as an invisible companion or, at worst, a parasite. I don’t know what his name is, who he is, his objective, or his appearance. I also don’t know how far I can trust him and his words. This past week, he hadn’t done anything but spoke to me occasionally.

[By the way.]

“What?” I replied, slightly annoyed.

[You’ve been staying in this room for a week without going outside. Are you not bored?]

His question piqued my interest.

Indeed. I’ve been staying here without leaving the church. I mostly stayed in this room, only leaving for bathroom breaks. The sisters always brought me food when it was time to eat, so I didn’t have to go out and ask them to make food for me.

My appetite has not been as usual as well. While sometimes boredom still creeps at me, nothing is worth noting, especially knowing me in this state. But I could ask people to bring me some books so I can read them to pass the time.

[Let me guess.]

“What?”

[I could tell you were bored sometimes this past week. But since you’re still grieving, the boredom doesn’t bother you as much.]

I’m intently listening to what he said, so I stay silent.

[In your story, you don’t seem to have friends. You never mention you spent your time with one after all.]

My eyebrow twitched hearing him say that.

[You must be a homebody.]

“Excuse me?”

[Oh, maybe a recluse is more fitting for you?]

“What are you talking about? Of course not!” I denied his claim.

[Really? Then how come nobody has visited you until now?]

“...” I didn’t know what to say.

“Okay, this is getting annoying. What’s your point?”

It’s rare for me to go outside. I would be lying if I said no to that statement. I often hear my parents say how crucial it is to have friends, and they always encourage me to step outside and make some. I disregarded their advice because I believed I had everything I needed already.

Sometimes, I find it irritating when they repeatedly bring the topic to me, even though I know they have good intentions. Although my parents were concerned about me feeling lonely without playing with other children my age, I never experienced those feelings.

[Sheesh. Chill. I’m just trying to say you need someone to talk to.]

“Aren’t you contradicting yourself?” I contended.

[I know, that’s why I said it.]

“I don’t get it. Explain it like I’m five.”

[Simply put, get your ass out of here.] I refused.

I don’t believe my issue can be solved by simply venturing outdoors. Plus, I don’t know what I should do after that.

[You sure are a stubborn one. I’m starting to think you’re actually a recluse.]

“Say whatever you want.” I grumbled.

I look back at the book I’m currently holding.

[Continuing with this behavior could lead to madness.]

“I’m not mad.”

[Yet.]

I just responded with a sigh.

Neither of us speaks anything for a while. Since it’s still very early in the morning, only a few have awake. The sun hasn't risen yet, creating a serene atmosphere enhanced by the gentle breeze.

“What makes you think going out would help me?”

I straightened my back on the bed and closed the book.

[Oh? Finally interested in my suggestion?]

“I’ll consider it.”

[Human needs each other, Morgan. It's best to interact with others to help cope with your sadness instead of isolating yourself from people. I can tell you have a strong will for being a kid, but you can’t solve everything alone. You have people around you, and they are nice to you. I’m sure they are more than willing to help you if you ask them.]

I listened carefully and thoroughly without missing a beat. Closing my eyes as I face up, I grit my teeth and clench my fist.

I know that I shouldn’t keep grieving my parents’ death forever.

I know what I’m doing to keep myself together is wrong.

I know I don’t have anyone.

I know my flaws better than anyone, and hearing that from someone really pisses me off. While his statement may be accurate, it was difficult to accept. In the past week, I didn’t just sit on the bed while reading books without thinking about the future.

Is the solution really that simple?

Did I overlook and underestimate it?

Is the crisis I’m facing right now isn’t even a big deal?

“Ugh…” I clutched my forehead.

[Are you done having an existential crisis?]

“Spare me. Do you think it’s okay?”

[I only gave you a suggestion. It's entirely up to you whether you do it or not. It won’t hurt to try anyway.]

Perhaps he’s right.

Sitting here all day won’t get me anywhere, and it’s the first time he gave me some advice. It’s not like I trust him, but I don’t have a better option. So far, everyone I have spoken to has seemed hesitant to talk with me at length.

People tried to give me comforting words. However, most of what they said got into my right ear and then out to my left ear. Losing my parents seems like giving some sort of trust issues.

“It’s around 5 in the morning, so most people are still asleep. Let’s head out.” I said as I put the book on the table.

After getting out of bed, I make the bed and put on some fresh clothes. When I put my hand on the knob, he speaks to me.

[By the way, don’t forget about your vision.]

Ah, the vision is lying on the table. I didn’t touch it for a week as I purposely neglected it. A few days ago, Grand Master Varka informed me that his men had discovered that vision beside me. Therefore, it is mine.

However, why would I want power after when I needed it the most?

“Why?”

[You won’t let yourself go through that again, would you?]

I widen my eyes and click my tongue when he brings up that memory. I sigh before giving in and walk toward the table to pick up the vision. Upon close inspection again, this thing is a beauty.

I pick it up and put the vision on my right hip, hiding it under my shirt. I have no reason to hide it, but I don’t want to use it if possible. Keeping it away from my sight will allow me to forget it exists.

As I walk towards the door again, I prepare myself and hope to find something by doing so.

“Enough time to mourn.”

A/N: I gave Morgan the same, or at least similar, treatment to Rosaria, where the Church of Favonius takes care of him. Now that I think about it, both share some common ground. No parents, need rehabilitation, and they get their vision when the one they love/care for dies.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 2.1:

First Step

Stepping out of the room, I see a few sisters preparing to start working for the day, and The Seneschal is talking with one of them. Not long after, the Seneschal sees me and walks toward me for a greeting.

“Good morning, Morgan. I didn’t expect to see you this early.”

“Good morning. Yeah, I guess I want to take a stroll for a while. Staying inside all day will deteriorate my health after all.”

He seemed surprised.

“I see. It might be too early, but do you want breakfast?”

I shake my head, “It’s okay. I can do that later.”

“Are you sure? I suggest you fill your energy in the morning while you still can.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“If you say so. But may I know where you are going, Morgan?”

“Well, I am just planning to walk around the city. I don’t really have anything particular in mind. But I’ll be back before sunset.”

“If that is the case,” The Seneschal takes something out from his back, “Here, take this.”

“You can choose between having breakfast here in an hour or purchasing one outside. That amount of mora should be sufficient, right?” He added.

I open the pouch to see it contains mora, lots of mora. Quickly closing it back, I shove the bag back to him while saying,

“I- I think it’s too much. I don’t want to trouble you more than I already have.”

“Please don’t say that, Morgan. You’re not troubling me or anyone here.” The Seneschal pleaded.

“Just take this with you. What you will spend the mora besides buying food is up to you.”

The way he apologized to me sincerely with his heart made me have no heart to refuse it, but at the same time, I couldn’t accept it with my whole heart either.

“Then, I’ll accept this,” I uttered before putting the pouch on my hip and bowing slightly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Take care, Morgan.” He nodded.

“Please excuse me.”

Yet, before I can walk away two steps, the Seneschal calls me out.

“Morgan.”

“Yes?”

“May the wind guide you. I pray your day went smoothly.”

“... Thank you. I hope the same goes for you.”

Walking towards the door, my conversation with the Seneschal ends there.

…

The sky is clear, with almost no clouds on the horizon. Inhaling fresh air in the morning relaxes my body. At the same time, this is a perfect opportunity for me to clear my mind. However,

“I legit have no idea what to do from here.” I mumbled.

[Good grief, why are you acting like a lost lamb?]

“Well, I didn’t think I would actually go this far. At first, I thought I would chicken out and lock myself again.”

I didn’t realize until now that my body feel stiff and heavy. Once, I read in a book that a healthy mind is a healthy body. Maybe I should warm up my body for a bit before going anywhere, and it’s not like I have any plans for now. So much for recovery.

Doing it near the church felt weird, but since no one was there, I ignored it and finished in around 10 minutes. I ended it because I already felt exhausted, and my body felt hurt when I tried to push it.

I take a break by leaning on one of the Church’s pillars outside.

[You’re surprisingly weaker than I thought.]

“Well, sorry to disappoint your expectations. You can laugh if you want.”

[Don’t worry. It's just my misconception. Is there a reason why you started working out?]

“Hmm… When I think about it, not really. Why?”

[Was it not because you want to become stronger?]

“Ah, now you mention it. I remember something. I told my parents I wanted to become a knight one day. How- Kuh!” I growled.

My hands clutch my head, and my vision becomes blurry, but not for long. My heartbeat spikes when that happens. I take a deep breath for a few minutes to control myself, and it doesn’t take long to make me calm. I guess reading a book about therapy was worth it.

Honestly, what happened to me? Remembering my parents always gave me a sudden headache out of nowhere. Hell, even just mentioning them also triggers it sometimes. It’s like my mind refuses to lay a finger on that memory.

[You good?]

“I guess…” I panted.

[Okay, let’s change the topic then. Are you still planning to become a knight?]

“...”

Before answering him, I contemplate for a moment. Do I still want to become a knight now? Good question. My reason why I want to become a knight isn’t anything grand or commendable but a simple one.

I want to protect those I care about most and make my parents proud.

Although I said ‘those I care about most’ are only my father and mother. I’m not interested in becoming a hero. Protect Mondstadt? Protect the citizen? Give such noble tasks to the people with a noble dream!

What happens to the people in Mondstadt and Mondstadt itself isn’t my business as long as it doesn’t concern those I care about. The more I think about it, the less reason I should join the knight.

“... Maybe not.” I breathed.

[Knowing what happened, I suppose that’s not unexpected.]

“At least I have nothing personal against them.”

He doesn’t reply. Then, I’ll end our conversation for now.

“Well, let’s go then,” I said as I walked away from the Church.

A/N: Speaking of KoF, I wonder how many kids dream of joining the Knight. I mean, I get that not everyone does. After all, there are plenty of jobs, and some prefer a safer and easier one. I believe the Knight has higher requirements than the others.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Act 1 Chapter 2.2:

Undesirable Topic

Walking down the stairs from the Church, I see some people gathering in front of the anemo archon statue. I wonder if that is where people usually gather to pray. It actually fitting when your god statue is in front of you. I watch them from afar, but then I begin to walk away.

Going down again, I don’t see anything worth my time or attention here, so I decided to move again. On the other side, I see a big building with two knights guarding the entrance of the building. That building is the Knights of Favonius HQ.

I approach the entrance until the guards notice me,

“Good morning, citizen! Do you have a business in the HQ?” One of the guards greeted me in high-spirited manners.

“Er… No.” I nervously replied,  “I just want to visit.”

“Visit?” The guard repeated.

He looks at his partner, confused. But that also goes to his partner.

“At this hour?” The other guard asked.

“Am I not allowed to?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s not what we meant. Feel free to visit the HQ.”

I’m not a knight, so I can’t freely roam the HQ as I please, but it’s not like I want to anyway. The only destination I have in mind right now is the library. Maybe it was not a good idea after all.

“Forget it. I just remember I have something else to do.” I don’t.

While I am about to leave, the HQ door opens.

“Morgan?”

A figure walked out from the HQ. I raise my head to see who it is,

“Grand Master Varka?”

Both guards tense when they notice who it is and are ready to salute their leader.

“Good morning, Grand Master Varka!” They saluted him in unison.

The Grand Master greets them back casually as he walks toward us. Then he stands before me as he says,

“Good morning. I didn’t expect to see you here today. What brings you here, kid?”

“Good morning to you, too. It’s nothing, so please don’t mind me. Are you going somewhere?”

He hummed before saying, “Yeah, I want to see someone right now.”

He denotes the training ground.

“How about you coming with me? You’re free, right?” He invited.

“What?”

“Oh, but it’s okay if you don’t want to. I thought you were interested in knighthood, so I thought I should invite you.”

In Mondstadt, that way of thinking isn’t wrong. Most kids and teens in Mondstadt want to become a knight, or at least, that’s what I heard. I understand because if you join the knight, you can make your parents proud and protect them and the people in Mondstadt, which sounds impressive for children.

Who doesn’t want to become an honorable knight?

“Sure, if you don’t mind me tagging along with you.” But I decided to accept his invitation.

“It’s decided then. Come.” The Grand Master seemed to be delighted.

We walk to the training ground, and I follow him from behind. I've met Grand Master a few times, but this is the first time I'm paying attention to him. So this is the leader of Knight of Favonius, known as the strongest person in Mondstadt with the title Knight of Boreas.

Somehow, I feel like he emits the vibe of a strong person. Despite the rumor of his carefree personality, his strength is no joke. I’m not sure why I can say that for certain. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I have a vision, my keen senses, or even him .

“So, how are you feeling today, Morgan?” He broke the silence.

“I’m good. Thank you for asking.”

“Good to hear that.” He nodded, “Then do you mind explaining what’s with you today?”

“... I’m not sure I get what you mean.”

He stayed silent for a moment before slowing down and walking beside me.

“You know what? Forget that I asked that. If anything, I should be glad you are willing to go out to change your mood. I can’t stand watching people suffer, you know? Especially younglings like you. I’ll always try my best to lend a hand to those who need help.”

Then he looks at me and pats my shoulder, “In your case, I could only help a little. It’s a shame, and I have to admit it. I’m so sorry for not being able to help you as much.”

“Please don’t say that.”

I didn’t see that coming, not with this timing. I didn’t know Grand Master had been feeling guilty about it this whole time. I don’t understand why he should, either.

The Treasure hoarders managed to escape from the knight can either mean the knight is incompetent or the treasure hoarders are simply clever. But I wouldn’t say the knight is inept because I’m sure they did their best in the pursuit, especially with the grandmaster himself involved.

Those treasure hoarders not only managed to escape from the knights, but also succeeded in their foray. If I were the grandmaster, perhaps I would feel ashamed and guilty too.

Don’t worry, Grand Master Varka. You’re not the only one who feels that way.

“It’s not like you’re one to blame, sir.” I hesitated.

“Maybe, but I must tell you how I feel about this. My negligence was one of the factors why it happened. If I were stricter about our patrols, something like that wouldn’t happen in the first place.”

I curl my lips.

“To think they used our patrol shift to their advantage is humiliating. I know the Knight of Favonius isn’t a perfect protector. There’s a limit to what we can do. Not to mention, you already helped us by providing some information and clues.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s enough.” I interrupted.

I need to remember why I’m going out to take a breather from my grievance, so talking about this is against it.

“Right now, I don’t want to talk about it. Please understand that I want to take my mind off that subject.”

“... Right. It was inconsiderate of me.”

There was an awkward silence between us. I appreciate Grand Master’s concern and openness in allowing me to know what he feels about it.

“Well, then. Let’s keep going, shall we?” He casually said.

I nodded and tagged along with him.

A/N: In your opinion, how strong do you think is the Knight of Boreas? As far as we know, he said he could take on the number one member of the Harbingers. I am intrigued by how true his words are.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 2.3:

The Gunnhildr’s Motto

Arriving at the training ground, I see two figures already there, a lady and a girl.

The lady has blonde hair and wears a white, blue, and green long-sleeve shirt, white tights, and a pair of white high-heeled knee-high boots. The girl has gold-blonde hair tied back into a ponytail with a black bow, wearing a dark blue drop-waist dress and a pair of white shoes.

Those two are alike.

They are in the middle of sword practice as the two wield a wooden sword. As someone who doesn’t know a thing about weapon practice, their movements seem alien to me, yet I can’t help but feel impressed. The girl seems to do her best to keep up with the lady's sword swings, but there is a wide gap between them from what I see.

After a heat of clashing their weapons, they put distance between each other.

“Yo, Frederica. I see you are diligent as always, practicing with your daughter at this hour.” Grand Master Varka greets them casually.

After noticing our presence, the lady speaks to the girl,

“Jean, take a break for 10 minutes.”

“Yes, Mother!” She replied as I could see her panting.

“Grand Master Varka, do you need something from me?” She asked as soon as she approached him.

“Yeah. I’m not interrupting you practicing with Jean, am I?”

“Haha, of course not. By the way,” She paused as she looked at me, “Isn’t it surprising to see you here, Morgan?”

“Hmm? You know me?” I inquired.

She chuckles, “I do. I’m sure everyone in Knight of Favonius knows you by now. You made quite an uproar a while ago, after all.”

I raise my eyebrows upon that statement.

“Is that so?” I sighed.

Grand Master quickly prompts her, asking her to apologize. The lady panics for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I was just-” I cut her.

“Please don’t mind what I said.” I shook my head.

“By the way, I haven’t introduced myself properly. My name is Morgan. A pleasure to meet you.” I bowed slightly.

“A rather polite introduction.” She mumbled, “Nice to meet you too, Morgan. I’m Frederica Gunnhildr, a member of the Knight of Favonius.”

Huh. That explains Mrs. Frederica’s attire and vibe give me the impression of the aristocracy.

“Morgan, I need a moment with Frederica. Why don’t you look around the training ground?” Grand Master asked.

“If that’s what you’re going to do,” She paused as she looked at the girl from this distance, “Jean!”

The girl was sitting as she wiped her sweat with a towel until Mrs. Frederica’s call startled her and made her suddenly stand up.

“Show him around while you take a break, will you?”

She looks at me before replying, “Okay!”

And so, the grandmaster and Mrs. Frederica walk away from the training ground. I can still see and hear them faintly from here, but I’m not inquisitive.

“Hi there.” A voice suddenly spoke behind me.

When I gazed at them, I noticed she was hesitant to approach me. Looking at her closely, she seems younger than me.

“Hello.” I greeted her back.

“Before I show you around, can we do a small introduction? It would be appropriate for us to know each other names.”

I nodded to her request.

“I’ll start first.” She put her right hand on her chest to introduce herself, “Nice to meet you. My name is Jean Gunnhildr. What about you?”

She’s a surprisingly polite girl. I should expect that from a prominent clan descendant.

“Name’s Morgan. Likewise, Jean.”

She responded to my intro with a nod and smile.

“Then let’s go, shall we?”

To be honest, there’s not a lot to see here. I don’t even have to walk around to know the facilities here. This place is quite spacious, which makes sense because people need a lot of space for training or sparring and a few racks to place wooden weapons.

Something catches my attention, so I take a closer look at it. These are sturdy. I don’t think this is something you can break easily, even with a weapon.

“That’s a dummy used for training. People use them to test out their strength and skill.” She explained as she came closer.

“For a dummy, it sure has a strange structure.”

“Is this your first time seeing a training dummy?” She asked.

I nodded.

“There are some other kinds of training dummies that the knights use. But this is the simplest one to make, and they are pretty sturdy too. You can say it’s the most efficient one for training.”

“I see.” I took my hand off the dummy.

When she’s about to continue showing me the area, I call her out,

“Jean.”

“Yes? Is something the matter?” She innocently asked.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” She answered without hesitation.

Instead of walking around, I want to use my time to learn more about people. As one of the prominent clans, I’m sure she has a grand objective as their descendant.

“Do you plan to join the Knight of Favonius?”

“Yes, but I’m not old enough yet to enter the exam.”

“I heard the Knight of Favonius’ entry age requirement is 12 years old, right?”

“That’s correct. I have a year ahead of me before I can take the exam. That’s why I want my preparation to be as flawless as possible.”

She’s already preparing at this age. I won’t be surprised if she manages to pass the exam in a single try. I can see her potential, furthermore with her background. I don’t know what kind of people in the Knights of Favonius are, but I’m sure someone like her is uncommon.

“Can I ask why you want to be a knight?”

She seems to be in deep thought as I wait for her response.

“Do you know the Gunnhildr clan’s motto?” She asked me back.

Mondstadt aristocracy is common knowledge for people in Mondstadt. Though, for me, I was curious about Mondstadt’s history itself. Families like Gunnhildr and Ragnvindr are well-known for their contributions to Mondstadt in the past. There are plenty of books in the library narrating about them and their good deeds, including the Gunnhildrs’ motto.

“For Mondstadt, as always.” I answered.

“Yes, that’s true. The Gunnhildr clan always gives all for this city and protects this city. By joining the Knight of Favonius, I can contribute as a Gunnhildr. My mother helps me by training and teaching me the knowledge and skills a knight must have.”

She seemed to be very passionate about the idea. That makes me slightly envious of her.

“I see. Thank you for your answer.”

“Don’t mention it. I also want to ask you something, if you don’t mind.”

“Uh, sure. What is it?”

“Do you intend to join the Knights of Favonius as well?”

“Sorry, but I don’t think I do.”

“I- is that so..” She stammered.

What’s with the disappointing reaction? She isn’t expecting me to be interested in joining the Knight of Favonius just because I’m asking her about it, is she?

When I was about to ask her, Mrs. Frederica returned.

“Hey, kids.” She faced Jean, ”Sorry, Jean. Something came up, so let’s end our training session today.”

“Are you headed out on a mission?” Jean asked.

“No, I just need to check on something. Since we ended our training session earlier than usual, I want you to study while I’m away.”

“Yes, Mother!”

“Good girl.” She smiled.

Mrs. Frederica turned her attention to me, “What about you, Morgan? What are you going to do?”

“I don’t want to bother Jean anymore, so I’ll take my leave. I’m here because Grandmaster Varka invited me.” I answered honestly, “Speaking of Grandmaster Varka, where is he?”

“He will be attending a meeting soon.” She answered, “If you have nothing to do, why not join Jean studying, Morgan?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in a Knighthood.”

Mrs. Frederica gives me a curious look.

“Really? That’s shocking. It's the first time I've known someone in the city who isn't interested in joining the Knights of Favonius. Why’s that?”

“I… simply not interested.” I sounded indecisive because I didn’t know how to answer her question without raising another question.

“Well, make sense. I must leave now. See you later, kids.” She turned as she bid her farewell.

“I guess I’ll go too.”

“Okay, see you next time, Morgan. Have a nice day.” She waved her hand.

“You too.” I nodded.

But before leaving the training ground, I stopped my step. I forgot I have something to say before I go.

“Is something the matter? Did you forget something?” Jean inquired.

“Thank you for today. I’m glad I talked to you.”

“Huh?” She got confused, “Did I do something for you?”

“Yeah. I’m thankful for what you did for me today.”

“Y- you are welcome.” Despite her best efforts, she failed miserably to maintain her composure. It's kind of cute.

“Good luck with your study, Jean. I wish your efforts pay off when the time comes.”

“Ah, thank you!” She rejoiced.

A/N: I wasn’t sure how old someone needs to be able to become a squire in Knight of Favonius. Generally, it varied based on factors like background, skill, and connection. Which, to me, it makes sense, but at the same time, I prefer not to discriminate like that. Because that means someone like Diluc, Jean, and Lisa should be able to enter squirehood earlier than others. So, I set the bar based on age, which is 12.

Why?

In canon, or to be exact manga, Diluc became the youngest-ever Cavalry Captain at age 14. In that sense, I figure at least becoming a squire at 12 should be reasonable enough. No matter how talented Diluc was, I doubt he instantly became a captain right after he joined in. Two years of training and hard work sound pretty convincing to be a captain.

However, I do agree to treat kids like them a little more special. You know, like a recommendation, like a scholarship IRL.

Frederica is canonically Jean’s mother. But since we haven’t met her yet, this is how I picture her character.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 2.4:

The Outrider Captain

The sunlight starts to irradiate the whole Mondstadt. It is getting bustling in the market district as people do their activities. Some people are preparing to work while shop vendors are opening their stores for business today.

At this hour, I’m starting to feel hungry. So I started walking to Good Hunter. When I’m about to arrive, I don’t see many customers in the queue. Lucky me, I don’t want to spend too much time waiting for food. After those in front of me finish ordering, it’s finally my turn.

“Welcome to Good Hunter. How can I help you?” The waitress offered.

“I want to order some food. Can I see today’s menu?”

“Of course!” She beamed before handing me the menu, “Here you go.”

I scan the menu as soon as I take it from her.

Most foods on the list are something I haven’t tried before. They are relatively pricey, but I'm not planning to eat a lot. Since I don’t know what to pick, I order one Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich.

“Sure. Would you like anything else?”

“That’s all for now.” I said as I passed her the menu back.

“That’ll be 1.750 mora.”

I paid the bill with the exact amount.

“Your food will be ready soon. Please wait at your table.”

There are plenty of vacant tables, so I chose the closest table. I look around at other customers. Each of them has a companion with them as they eat. Seeing those around me, all I could do was sigh deeply.

It doesn’t take long until my food arrives. When the waitress served my food, I asked her for a glass of water, and she complied. While waiting for my glass of water, I bite the sandwich. Chewing it slowly, I savor the taste.

My meal was quite satisfying, and the portion size was just right. The only problem is my surroundings. So I decided to leave as soon as I finished my meal.

“Morgan?” Someone called out my name.

I look at the source of the voice. It was a middle-aged man, someone I’d never seen before. His attire looks like he’s a member of KoF but slightly different from what I usually see around the city, and he has a sword attached to his right hip.

Next to him is a young girl with long, dark brown hair and gold eyes. What catches my attention about her is her headband, which resembles the shape of bunny ears.

Something about him is peculiar.

“... Yes, do you need something?” I said warily.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I was about to have breakfast with Amber, but I saw you and decided to greet you.”

“I see, but how do you know me?”

“This might be the first time we met, but I was there when we, the Knight of Favonius, found you and brought you back to the city.”

He was one of those who helped me back then, and even if I didn’t know what he did for me, I must express my gratitude regardless of how small it was.

“Ah, thank you for rescuing me back then, sir.” I bowed slightly.

“I couldn’t do much for you back then, so you don't have to thank me. But I appreciate your gratitude.” He swayed his hand.

“Also, you don’t have to be so formal. You can call me Hao, and she’s Amber, my granddaughter.” He introduced himself and the girl beside him.

Oh, I thought she was his daughter.

“Hello, I’m Amber!” Amber cheerfully greeted me.

“Hello, Amber. I’m Morgan. And nice to meet you, Mr. Hao. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Mr. Hao ponders before speaking, “I know you just finished having breakfast, but do you mind if you join us? I can treat you while at it.”

Although I’m full, I accepted his invitation.

While they order some food, I look for an empty table. When Mr. Hao asked what I wanted, I replied I wanted juice. I wouldn’t want to bother him by ordering something expensive.

A few minutes have passed, and the two are back from ordering. Since it's a three-seat table, they sit next to me. Amber sits on my right, while Mr. Hao sits on my left.

“Grandpa, why can’t I have the Sticky Honey Roast?” She said in a spoiled tone while resting her head on the table.

“Last time I bought that for you, you couldn’t finish the whole thing yourself.”

“But I want to taste it once more.”

“You shouldn't order food you can't finish just because you want to taste it."

“I promise I will this time. Please~” Amber added the last part with puppy eyes.

“No, you won’t have it even if you begged me. Better luck next time.”

“Eh~”

I assumed Mr. Hao was the kind of grandpa who likes to spoil their grandchild to the bone, but that appears to be incorrect. He's surprisingly quite strict with her.

“I’m sorry, Morgan. I brought you here so we could chat, but instead, you had to listen to all that. Once again, sorry.” Mr. Hao apologized.

"Don't mind it."

I look at Amber, who is pouting now as she rests her head on the table. Her bunny ears headband seems to emulate her current emotion, as I can see them bent down like a sad bunny.

“So, how have you been, Morgan? The last time I saw you, you were suffering severe injuries. I honestly thought we were too late to save you.” Mr. Hao inquired.

“Did something happen to you, Big bro Morgan?” Amber asked.

She seems to have no idea about the event, so she-

Hang on, what?

“Big bro?”

“Yup! You're older than me, so I'm calling you big brother. You don’t like it?”

That came out of nowhere! I mean, it isn't necessarily bad, but being referred to as "big brother" is not something I am used to.

“Ju- just call me Morgan, Amber.”

“Oh, okay then.” She seemed disappointed but then quickly returned to her question. “So what happened?”

“A group of treasure hoarders ambushed me, leaving me wounded terribly. I’m fine now, though.”

She was shocked to hear my answer, her face filled with horror. My response was brief and superficial since I thought that answer was best for her and me.

“There, there. Morgan says that he’s fine, doesn’t he?” Mr. Hao comforted her.

“I’m glad you’re doing fine, Morgan. So what’s your plan for today?”

“Walking around the city to change my mood. I needed to touch some grass because I had been inside the church too long.”

“Oh, no wonder why I’ve never seen you before," Amber mumbled.

“Amber, that’s rude.” Mr. Hao scolded.

“It’s alright. But why do you ask?”

Mr. Hao seems to be in adversity.

However, before Mr. Hao could answer, a waitress came to our table carrying a tray. She places the tray on the table and gives Mr. Hao and Amber their food while I receive my juice.

Somehow, I can tell the taste of Amber’s meal is palatable, but I’m not sure about Mr. Hao’s. The waitress leaves after telling us to enjoy our food. And that’s when Mr. Hao speaks,

“Probably you didn't know, but I have talked with your father several times. He once mentioned that you wanted to join the Knights of Favonius and wanted me to help you if you need something regarding the exam entry. So I thought I would talk with you about it, but that is if you don’t mind and still wish to join.”

“Oh! You want to become a knight too, Morgan? That’s cool!” Amber showed her excitement.

“If you want to, we can still talk while we eat.”

“...”

I close my eyes. I can feel my head heating up, and my breath becomes rigid. My hands and feet clench firmly to the point I can feel them trembling a little. Without making a sound, I cover my face with my still shaking hands while grinding my teeth.

“M-Morgan, are you okay?!”

“Grandpa, he might be hungry!”

[Wow...]

“That’s clearly not the case, Amber.”

Taking a deep breath and holding my temple helps me calm myself before it gets out of control. Thankfully, I’ve experienced it a few times before, and this method works very well every time. I look at Mr. Hao and Amber after my mind feels much better.

“I’m okay. It was just a sudden headache.”

Both Amber and Mr. Hao seemed relieved when they heard my response.

“Was it happening often?” Amber asked.

“Not really. It only happens sometimes.” I replied before facing Mr. Hao, “Were you close with my father, Mr. Hao?”

“I guess so?”

Hearing his reply, I raise my eyebrow.

“As I said, we only spoke a few times before. We talked in the tavern most of the time, and when we passed each other.”

“I see. I would love to, but I’ve lost interest in joining the KoF. Thank you, I appreciate your kindness.”

“Heh?!” Amber shrieked.

“Why?! Why do you not want to become a knight, Morgan?! Being a knight is amazing, you know?”

Her voice attracts nearby people's attention, and now they are looking at us.

“Amber, calm down.” Mr. Hao toned her down.

He apologizes to other customers disturbed by his granddaughter’s behavior. He glared at Amber after that, and Amber let out a squeak as she put her hands on her head before apologizing to him.

He sighs, “Morgan. I have nothing to say if that's what you want. But if I may, can you tell me your reason?”

“I just don’t have a reason to join them.”

“That’s it?”

I nodded.

Mr. Hao and Amber look at each other. Maybe they thought my reason for not wanting to join the KoF was something more plausible, but my answer baffled them. I wouldn’t be so bold to say that joining the KoF is pointless to them, especially when Mr. Hao is a member himself.

A/N: Hao is a placeholder name for her grandfather. I will change it the day we know his name, which I doubt we ever will.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 2.5:

First Hidden Ability

The two start eating their food. Mr. Hao and Amber slip a small talk while eating, and I remain silent, finishing my drink. Only having my drink, I finish it first and wait until Mr. Hao dismisses us. It did not take long for Mr. Hao to empty his bowl, and Amber followed.

“It’s time. I have to go.” Mr. Hao declared as he got up.

“Are you going to work?”

“Yeah, it's almost time for Outrider assembly. Thank you for sharing your time with us, Morgan.”

“Pleasure is all mine, sir.” I shook his hand.

“Then I’ll be going, Amber. Be a good girl while I’m gone, okay?” He patted her head.

Amber and I watch Mr. Hao's figure disappear from our sight.

“Amber, what are you going to do?” I asked, looking at her.

“I’m going to play with my friends. Why do you ask?”

When I was about her age, I never spent my time playing with anyone. I had my own entertainment, but hearing she would be playing with someone didn’t surprise me either. It’s only natural for her to spend most of her time playing.

“I see. What are you going to play today?”

Amber hums, “I don’t know. We will decide when we gather. You want to come along, Morgan?”

I was dubious about accepting her invitation. My head has been feeling hurt recently, maybe because I’m stressed. Perhaps it will get better if I join her.

“Sure, I suppose I’ve got time.”

“Yay! Then let’s go! I’ll introduce you to my friends.” Amber pulled my arm enthusiastically.

…

Three kids gather in front of a house as they talk about something. They stopped as soon as Amber and I got close to them. They seem younger than me, but that makes sense since they’re Amber’s friends.

“Hey, guys! Did I make you wait long?” Amber waved her hand.

“Oh, Amber. You finally came! I thought you overslept again.”

“I didn’t!” Although she tried to deny it, her friends laughed for a while.

“Sorry, sorry. It was just a joke, Amber.”  One of them said as she wiped her tears.

The group in front of me consists of two girls and a boy. Although I don't know them, I have seen them once or twice. I’m not sure I can say the same for them, maybe even the fact they never saw me before. It’s not like it matters either since they or I will introduce ourselves to each other.

“By the way, Amber. Who is that beside you?” The only boy in the group asked.

“Ah, right.” Amber gasped and reverted to her usual, “Let me introduce him to you all! His name is Morgan. We met at Good Hunter this morning, and he’s my new friend. Though he’s a bit older than us.”

Did she take me as a friend even though we met an hour ago? I wouldn’t say she’s not my friend, but I didn’t know you could make a friend out of people that easily.

“Nice to meet you. I hope we can get along well.”

“Nice to meet you too, Morgan. My name is Luna.”

“I’m Kent. I also hope we can get along well.”

“And I’m Clara. Nice to meet you.”

“Hehe~ Now we’re done with the introduction. What are we going to do today?” Amber quickly shifted the topic.

“Oh, I think we could play hide and seek today!” Kent raised his voice.

“Hide and seek, huh?”

“Sure, it’s been a while since we played that! What do you think, Amber?” Luna asked.

“Count me in.” She raised her hand.

Amber then turned to me, “How about you, Morgan? Will you join us?”

It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?

“Okay.”

“Alright! Then it settles.” Kent pumped his fist before continuing, “Now, who will be the seeker?”

“Let's decide that with rock-paper-scissors.” Clara proposes her idea.

None of us raises our voices against the idea. And,

“Oh, how coincidence. You are the seeker now, Morgan.”

Goddamnit.

“Phew, that was close.” Kent wiped the nonexistent sweat on his forehead.

“Haha, you’re lucky that Morgan joins us.”

“Now, Morgan. Close your eyes and count to twenty. We will hide before you finish counting.”

“Got it.”

I close my eyes after I turn my back and start counting. I heard their footsteps getting farther from me in many directions. I have no intention of cheating in kid's games, so I keep covering my eyes and counting until twenty.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

I look around, but none of them hide in plain sight. Many places around here seem good as hiding spots. I also don’t know how far the playground is. But I don’t think they would think of hiding somewhere far away. It seems that this hide-and-seek won’t be easy.

However-

They don’t know that I have this ability where I can tell who and where people are at a certain distance. Right before I finish counting, I know where everyone is hiding. I can just bust them one by one right now, but after giving that idea a second thought, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

The nearest one who hides from me is Luna. She’s hiding behind barrels next to a house, another house away from me. When I turn to the corner of the house, I see a couple of barrels with a pot on top, and behind the second barrel is where Luna is hiding.

“Found you.” I said as I caught her.

“Wha-!” I caught her by surprise, “That was quick!”

“Your head poking out a little from that corner. That’s how I find you.”

“Hmm~ Really?”

“Come on. You’re not going to say I’m cheating or some sort, are you?”

“What? No, no, of course not. I’m just impressed and thought you might have a talent for this.”

She smiles while humming and nodding her head.

“It’s too early to celebrate. You need to find the rest to win this.” She said while pushing my back.

And so, the game resumes until I decide to give up.

After a few rounds, we settled to take a break and chat. Because they didn't know anything about me, we talked about me as a starter, but my turn ended soon. It was my turn to know better about them. However, I can remember very little about them, notwithstanding they told me a lot about themselves.

A/N: I have a fixed amount of abilities/power for Morgan, and one of them is out of the bag. I’ll lay out some clues before giving an exposition about them in the story.

Anyway, I made this fic before HSR release, so I didn’t expect there would be a character called Clara in there.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 2.6:

Angel’s Share

After playing with those youngsters, I'm psychologically, not physically, a little worn out. If I were the old me, I would head back straight home. Actually, it wouldn’t happen if I were the old me in the first place.

Empty-headed, I’ve been strolling aimlessly around the city for a while now. Sometime later, I arrived at the front of the city's gate. I look into the distance. I briefly considered leaving but soon dismissed the idea. With the sun almost going, without a doubt, it’s a bad idea.

“Ugh...”

My head feels a bit dizzy.

I didn't notice my surroundings until someone bumped into me. That caught me off guard and made me fall forward. I was about to land my face first, but luckily, I reacted fast enough and landed sideways.

“Oof!”

Ignoring the pain in my head, I quickly stand up. I approach the person and lend my hand to help them as I apologize and ask,

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I'm also sorry I didn’t look where I ran.” He took my hand.

He brushes his pants from the dust before looking at me. He has navy blue hair with streaks of lighter blue, accompanied by a long lock of hair that rests over his left shoulder. His bangs cover a bit of the right side of his face, and he’s wearing a plain black eyepatch.

“How about you? Did you get hurt?” He checked.

“I’m fine. Once again, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” I bowed slightly.

“You don’t have to do that, really. We both are at fault here.”

Even he said so, he wouldn't have crashed into me had I not stood there, right?

“Hm?” I hummed.

“What’s wrong?”

I ignore his question as I am preoccupied with my thoughts. This familiar sensation was the same as when I met Mr. Hao. But there’s nothing unusual except his eyepatch and his clothes are standard too.

“Hello? Is there something on my face? You’ve been staring at me for a while.”

I stared at him for too long, and now he noticed.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything.”

“You sure are an interesting fellow.” He giggled, “By the way, I’m Kaeya. What’s yours?”

“Name’s Morgan.”

His eyes widen the moment I say my name.

“I see.” He mused, “Well, good to see you.”

“Anyway, where were you going, Kaeya? You seemed to be in a rush.”

“Oh, right! It almost passed me by that I had to help Master Crepus in the tavern this afternoon.” He smacked his forehead.

“Sorry, but I have to go. See you later!” He ran and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

He goes as fast as he comes, huh?

“Ugh…!”

I clutch my head tightly with my hands as I shut my eyes. Breathing heavily, I lean on the closest wall, looking for support. I push myself away from the wall after feeling better.

I guess I’ll make this my last trip of the day. The sun will be setting in less than two hours, and I don’t even think I could last until then. But I want to keep pushing myself more. Who would know if I have the will to go out like this again tomorrow?

…

After a short walk, I finally see a building with a board sign written ‘Angel’s Share.’

I was about to enter before realizing something. Do taverns allow underage to go inside? Because I know you can’t drink alcohol if you’re underage. I have no intention of getting one, either. I guess I have to ask the guy standing near the door.

“Um, excuse me.”

His straight expression makes me nervous, but then a smile forms on his face.

“Welcome to the Angel’s Share! Come in and take a seat. We have a special today!” He announced.

“I want to ask something. Can I go inside even if I’m not old enough?”

“Of course you can! We also serve non-alcoholic beverages here, so anyone is welcome in Angel’s Share!”

“Oh, and before I forget, here. Take this. It goes well with our drinks.” He proffered me food.

“Thanks.” I said before taking a bite.

I am greeted with cheers as soon as I walk in. Closing the door, I look around inside the tavern. The atmosphere is lively here, with customers drinking with friends at each table. Some sit at the counter, and the first and the second floors seem packed with people.

It was my first time in a bar. I don’t remember why I chose this place out of all options.

Seriously, what am I doing here?

I step to the counter and take a vacant seat. I will have to wait for my turn later since the owner is busy taking orders from customers, and perhaps it’ll take a while. Behind the counter are shelves filled with bottles, I assume wine.

Shifting my focus, now I’m looking at the tavern owner. A man in his forties has long red hair tied into a ponytail and a short red beard. He wears a white slim-vest, a black long-sleeve shirt, and a red tie.

His interactions with customers suggest that he is quite sociable. Soon after, he approaches me and looks at me.

“What do we have here? It’s not every day I see a young patron. What do you like having today?”

His gentle tone reminds me of someone. But before I can say anything,

“Oh, we don’t serve alcoholic drinks to underage. So you might want to order anything else but that.”

“Then, can you show me the menu, please?”

“Hmm? Is it your first time coming here? I thought your face was rather familiar to me.” He wondered while holding his chin.

He picks something under the counter and gives it to me.

“Here. It just so happens that I just renewed the menu. Take your time picking and tell me when you made up your mind.”

I glance at him briefly before I look at the menu. Scanning it, I have no idea what is all of these beverages. There’s no explanation whatsoever about them cause the menu only displays names and prices. I wanted to flip the menu but stopped hearing the owner chuckling.

“Your face tells me you’re confused.”

“... Well, you are not wrong.”

“Yeah. Don't worry. It's only natural to feel confused since this is your first time here.”

“How about I ask someone to explain them to you? While I would love to do it myself, there are other orders to fulfill.”

“Hold up, there is-”

“Diluc!” He shouted.

“Yes, father?”

A boy around my age is now in front of me. He bears a resemblance to the owner. It’s like he’s the younger version of the owner himself. The difference is he’s wearing a black coat.

Hmm?

“We have a new customer here, and he’s about the same age as you. I would like you to help him understand our products. Can you do it?”

“Of course! Leave it to me.” The boy said confidently.

“Very good. I'll be back once I’ve done dealing with our patrons.”

I feel deja vu.

A/N: Crepus was the previous owner of Angel’s Share before Diluc, and naturally, Crepus was his father.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 2.7:

Terrible Person

“Hey there. I’m here to help you. If there’s something you would like to know, let me know.” Diluc volunteered.

“I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do this, really.”

“No need to be shy. I didn’t know much about these beverages until my father told me and explained them to me.”

“That is not what I meant...”

“Alright then, shall we begin? How about we start with this section?”

And so, Diluc starts explaining each drink on the menu from top to bottom without missing a beat. In his guide, coffee, tea, and juice appear on the first, second, and third pages. His explanations regarding the drinks are relatively simple for me to understand.

Doing my best to listen to him, I’m holding my upper and lower eyelids with my fingers. I might look ridiculous with this, but I’m doing it to respect his efforts.

Around fifteen minutes later,

“I guess that’s all about our product you can order. The rest are liquors, after all.” He told me before closing the menu.

“Do you have any- Huh?!” He looked at me in disbelief.

“... What?”

“You’re forcing your eyes open like that... Did I bore you?”

I let go of my eyelids and straighten my posture.

“Oh, no. I just feel tired, that’s all.”

“Really? Then how about getting yourself a coffee? I’m sure it would help.” Diluc recommended.

“I hope so. Can I get one Athenaeum, please?”

“Coming right up!” He smiled as he walked away.

After seeing him off, I drop my head on the table.

I feel so worn out. Recalling everything that has happened today, it all makes sense. I never went to various places in a single day before, not to mention my exchange with people. Luckily, although I’m a recluse, I have no trouble dealing with people.

Raising my head, I look at the people around me. This place fills with people cheering, laughing, shouting, and the big grin on their faces. I’m wondering if something like this happens every day in this tavern. It’s so lively.

After a while, Diluc returns with a cup.

“Here’s your order. Enjoy.”

I straighten my back as he puts the glass in front of me. Smelling the fragrance of the drink, I can tell the bitterness is strong. I decide to take a sip while it’s warm. Coffee's pure and intense taste makes me wince briefly for a moment.

“It’s very bitter, isn’t it?” Diluc chuckled.

After saying smacking my tongue, I say, “Yeah. It’s a little too strong for my taste.”

“Right? Adults usually order the Athenaeum. It’s not a drink for someone our age.” Diluc shrugged.

“Can you add milk to my drink? Or anything to sweeten this.”

“Allow me.” Someone butted in.

The person then pours a considerable amount of milk into my coffee. Without looking, I know who it is. Meanwhile, Diluc turns his head to see who’s coming.

“That’s enough. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I could've done that, Kaeya.” Diluc spoke.

“Don’t mention it. I’m just trying to help you.”

“Not necessary. I can do my part just fine without you.”

“Really? You could’ve prepared what he asked before he did, even though you knew full well that this coffee wasn’t suitable taste for our peers.”

Diluc doesn’t like that statement. On the other hand, Kaeya seems to enjoy teasing him. Those two started arguing in front of me. At the very least, they aren’t too noisy compared to the other side of the tavern.

Fortunately, I’m too busy stirring my coffee with all the noises around me, or I just don’t care. The sweetness is close to what I expected when I started testing it. I emptied my glass soon after.

“How about you go back to check the wine supplies?”

“I just did, though?” Kaeya looks puzzled.

“Double-checking wouldn’t hurt. Having you here distracts me.”

“How mean.”

“Thanks. That was great.” I meddled.

“Glad you liked that. Want another?” Diluc offered.

I merely shake my head.

“We met again, Morgan. I didn’t expect it would happen so soon.” Kaeya greeted me.

“I wanted to visit the famous tavern in the city for once, so our destination was actually the same.”

[What a blatant lie.]

“What? Really? You could’ve said so when we bumped into each other.”

“You’re the one who ran before I could say anything.” I sighed.

“I guess I did, huh?” He laughed awkwardly.

“Hold up.”

Both of us turn at Diluc at the same time. Diluc was only listening and observing my exchange with Kaeya.

“You two know each other?” Diluc inquired.

“We don't know each other exactly, but we just recently met.” Kaeya clarified.

“Right, we only managed to know each other name.”

“Really?” Diluc doubted.

“I haven’t introduced myself then. I’m Diluc Ragnvindr.” Diluc extended his hand for a handshake, “Nice to meet you.”

“Me too. Call me Morgan.”

After ending the handshake, Diluc seems to be in deep thought as he puts his hand on the chin. While I was about to ask what he was thinking, Kaeya beat me to it.

“Surely you remember what happened around a week ago. He was the rumored kid.”

“Ah! That makes sense. I was perplexed why your name sounded familiar even though we had never met.”

“I hope whatever you guys have heard about me didn’t leave an unpleasant impression on me.”

“Rest assured. If anything, we are sorry for what happened to you.” Diluc expressed his sympathy.

“Yeah. We attended your parents’ funeral, but Master Crepus said it was better to give you some personal space at that time.” Kaeya added.

“Wise choice.”

Indeed, it was better for them to do so instead of lining up to shake my hand and show their condolence. My head was on auto mode, so I barely remember anything. Were they to do the opposite, nothing would change between us.

Wait.

If they came to the funeral, shouldn’t they recognize my face? My position was almost visible to literally any attendee. It could be either because they didn’t notice or see me. But it doesn’t matter.

“What’s with the gloomy vibe?”

The owner asked as he moved in our direction. The three of us were silent until the moment he broke the ice. I feel guilty for ruining the mood in a place that should be full of joy. I guess that’s my call to bail out.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.” I got off my seat, “How much for my drink?”

“You’re leaving already?” Kaeya asked.

I nod, “It’s getting late. I will now leave because I promised to return before dusk.”

“I see. Alright, then.”

“No need to pay, Morgan. It’s on the house.” Diluc smiled.

“What? No, I can’t do that. I did not come here for a free coffee.”

“Don’t mind it. Take it as a newcomer's special treatment.”

That sounded mouthful. And odd.

I know that was not what the owner actually meant. I’d argue with them if I had to, but right now, I’m tired. For now, I’ll take their generosity.

“... I hope my coffee wasn’t too expensive to cover. Thank you, sir. And you two.”

“You’re welcome.” The owner nodded.

“We wouldn’t go bankrupt just because of a coffee, so relax.” Diluc humored.

After I bid them goodbye, I left the tavern.

Closing the exit door, I distance myself from the place, but not before glancing at a particular corner. The dusk is nearing its end when I look at the sky. So I go straight to the church.

…

Stepping up the stairs to the church, someone is standing next to the front door. I know who she is. So when I see her, it doesn't surprise me. She immediately notices me as soon as I enter her sight.

“Morgan! You’re finally back. Having been out for so long, I was afraid something might have happened to you.”

“Good evening, sister Franka. Were you waiting for me?”

“Yes, I was. I thought you promised you would be back before sunset. Where have you been? Are you doing okay?” Her worried expression is apparent.

“Relax. As you can see, I’m fine.” I assured, “By the way, is dinner ready? I’m a bit starving.”

“Oh, I’ve prepared plenty of food for you! That’s why I’m waiting for you to come back!”

“I’m so sorry I made you worried.”

A few moments later, she pulls me toward her to hug me. None of us said anything. She keeps stroking my hair while hugging me. Staying still, I let her take it slowly, hugging me, though I do not hug her back.

I find her behavior quite peculiar. Why does she care so much about me when neither she nor I are familiar with each other? She was only a friend of my late mother. To be precise, she was one of a few close friends.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Morgan. It must be difficult for you to let go of the things you've been through. But know that everyone here, including myself, is here for you always. So please, don’t try to harbor the sorrow in your heart.”

“... Thank you, sister Franka.”

“Don’t mention it.” She replied in a raspy voice.

It wasn’t what I had in mind, but at least I conveyed my gratitude to her. She pulls away from me and holds my shoulders while smiling. Although I didn't say anything, I noticed she had moist eyes.

“Now, let’s go inside and have dinner together, shall we? It’s getting cold outside.”

“Okay.”

She gently pushes my back to get into the church together with her.

Sister Franka, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I really do. And let’s not forget everyone who has treated me very nicely. I’m thankful for every single kindness they’ve shown to me. At the same time, I’m sorry for being aloof. I just don’t know how I can reciprocate because deep down,

I am a terrible person.

A/N: I don’t want to say this, but I hope that line didn’t sound edgy.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 2.8:

Foul Plan

The darkness nearly covers the whole room, along with a gentle wind. The only light source left is the moon’s reflection from the window. Despite everything that happened, my eyes are still wide open.

Laying on the bed, I rest my head on both hands and a pillow. I remain still for over an hour, staring at the ceiling. The night’s serenity makes me feel at peace, but I can’t sleep yet.

I’ve spent enough time doing nothing. Thanks to today’s exploration and activities, I find a lead to what I need to do. However, that’s still insufficient. So far, there’s no news about my case. At this point, I started to doubt if what happened was actually real.

Of course, I knew it was real. I'm aghast at how they can keep their tails so effectively hidden from the search crew. It’s like they didn’t exist to begin with. I wanted to keep the thought of the Knight of Favonius being inept away, but my hope for them couldn’t last very long.

You know what?

Fine, I’ll do it myself.

I shall join the Knight.

With this radar-like ability of mine, I’m sure I have a better chance than them. Initially, I thought joining the Adventurers’ Guild would do, but I swept it away for reasons. Mainly because it doesn’t align with parents’ wishes.

“Argh... Crap, it hurts.” I groaned.

I tightly close my eyes before shaking my head.

“Phew…” I sighed in relief.

To be honest, it’s not that bad. Both parties actually share equal benefits for me. The Adventurers’ Guild has more liberty, and their intel network is vast across teyvat because they have branches in every nation. I’ve read their pamphlet before.

The Knight of Favonius, on the other hand, is more strict because of the rules, and I wouldn’t be able to go far from the city unless provided some privileges. However, when a crime and such happens, the Knight is more involved than the Adventurer.

Lastly, I am not in a rush. I might be motivated by hatred doing all this, but I’m not stupid. As much as I don’t want to admit the fact that I’m weak, I know I can’t do much with my current capabilities. That’s why I need to be patient.

With all things considered, I’ve made up my mind.

Anyway, I have a plan for how I will operate. It’s not detailed, but I can improvise, assuming something goes south. I don’t want to make things complicated on my end, but I have no choice. All I need is to keep my goal clear and not stray until the end.

But first, I need to improve my physical prowess. While at it, I should consider a weapon for myself. Everything else that comes after that can wait.

A/N: Morgan got this, right? He got this, right?

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Special Chapter 1.0:

Decisive Contract

My vision is in a haze, and I’m breathing raggedly. My hearing is barely working, too. I heard a crackling noise combined with a blurry blaze in front of me. It’s a faint noise, but I’m sure I heard footsteps. That person’s coming closer with each step.

“Wow! I’m impressed that you are still alive after that. Your parents are long gone already. Why don’t you join them?”

“Ompf!” I coughed.

I can feel something hot and sharp on my chest. Before I knew it, I felt another pain that exceeded the pain in my head. I can feel something hot and sharp on my chest.

I’m starting to feel my body getting cold, and my consciousness is fading. I can’t think-

any-

more,

…

It’s cold.

It’s dark.

I can’t see, feel, or hear anything.

Am I dead?

[Relax. You are not dead yet.]

I panicked when I heard a voice, making me frantically look around. However, I don’t see anyone or anything. I thought god had spoken to me, or I’m just crazy? Don’t tell me I’m going insane even after I’m dead.

“He- hello? Is anyone there?”

[Yes, yes. I’m here.]

“Whoa!”

[Will you chill out? I’m not going to devour you or anything.]

“Who’s there?!”

[Good. You seem a little more composed now. How are you feeling?]

“I- I feel fine? But w- who are you?” I questioned.

[Who am I does not matter.]

Okay? I still have no idea what’s happening, so I move on to the next question.

“What is this place?”

[Here? It’s your own subconsciousness. Don’t you recognize it?]

My subconsciousness? I find it hard to believe what he said. Why is it darkness all over? Is it because I’ve died? That makes sense. I know a little about deep consciousness because I’ve read about it before. I suppose dead men don’t have control over their minds anymore.

[You seem perplexed. What’s the matter?]

I sigh before opening my mouth, “Am I dead?”

[No, you’re not.]

“But- I got stabbed! Right on my chest! How am I still alive?” I denied.

[I’m not lying when I said you’re still alive. Although I’ll be lying if I say your current live function isn’t critical.]

“You mean-”

[Yes. Basically, you’re on the verge of death.]

Now, it’s all coming together. I finally understand why I can still be here and why I still can remember pretty much everything that happened, even though I’m not sure if I should be happy with that fact. This time, I let out a desperate sigh before speaking,

“Let’s get this straight. The reason I’m still alive, or to be precise, dying right now, even with all the damage I suffered, is that I’m in my subconsciousness. I’ve read about this, but I don’t understand how. The time flow in the deep consciousness is much slower than in real-time.”

[Yeah, that's the gist of your current crisis.]

“But even if that's true, wouldn't I be dead if I stayed here long enough?”

[In normal circumstances, yes. But rest assured, that won’t happen in the meantime.]

“Huh? Why is that?”

[Because you die when I say you die.]

Hang on, hang on. What does that mean?

“So you’re telling me that you have affairs with me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

[Correct. Have you ever been told you're a little too smart for your age?]

Ignoring his compliment, I gulped. I decided to ask what is he after,

“What is that you want?”

[I come to make a deal with you, Morgan.]

“A deal?” I repeated.

[I’ll bring you back to life and heal you to your prime in exchange for conditions.]

“But I’m not dead yet.”

[You will if you refuse my offer.]

My mouth is agape, but no voices come out. This place is in my head, called deep consciousness. That means I’m still alive, but not for long due to all the injuries. Lastly, this being offer me conditions in exchange for my life.

Although, I’ve not heard about what the requisites are yet. I should listen to what they want before accepting it.

“What are the conditions?”

[In exchange for your life, I have three conditions. First, I’ll observe you starting when you wake up and after this to the point you die. Second, you don’t tell anyone about me and our deal. Third, whenever I chant [Order], you’ll listen and act accordingly.]

“Hmm...” I pondered for a moment.

[What’s wrong?]

“I want to ask you something. This is bizarre, no matter how I look at it.”

[Go ahead.]

“Why are you doing this? Why are you making a deal with me when you can compel me to obey your words or orders? Correct me if I’m wrong, but this feels like you’re looking for someone to be your puppet.”

[So that’s what been bugging your mind, huh? Sadly, your assumption is false. But it isn’t when you said I could force you to listen to me. Sure, I can do all of this without your consent.]

“Then-”

[I have no intention of doing that.]

“Why’s that?” I hesitated.

[I believe it isn’t necessary for you to know.]

“Actually, there are a lot of questions I’d like to ask you. May I?”

[Feel free. There’s more than enough time for us to discuss this.]

“First, why are you striking a deal with me? It might sound the same as my last question, but I meant it differently.”

[I won’t answer that.]

Tsk, I should’ve seen that coming. There’s no point in me pushing this question further because I bet his response won’t change.

“Why me?”

[Care to elaborate?]

“Exactly what I said. You could just offer this to someone other than me, yet here you are. If your answer is because I’m dying so you can make a give-and-take situation, the timing is too convenient. Teyvat is a vast world. There has to be someone other than me who is on the verge of death right now. It can’t be a coincidence that you chose me.” I explained.

[Are you implying that I chose to make a deal with you because you're extraordinary?]

“I never said anything about me being special. I’m saying there has to be a reason for you to make me your first candidate.” I refuted.

[Don’t get ahead of yourself, Morgan. I did not choose you because of a reason. Not because you're clever, strong, talented, or whatever. You might find it disappointing, but your guess about this being a coincidence was actually correct. Think that you win a lottery.]

A lottery, huh? What are the odds, really?

This deal can stay between him and me, even though I have no intention of sharing it with anyone about this. My parents-

“My parents! Where are they?!” I stressed as I darted my eyes all around.

[Do I need to answer that? You should-]

“ANSWER ME!” I snapped.

A moment of silence.

[They’re long gone already.]

Hearing those words, I can feel my heart gradually beat rapidly. I feel my limbs trembling, nausea, chest pain, and numbness. My visuals are beginning to blur. When I came back to my senses, I dropped to my knees.

Neuralgia emerged as soon as his words looped in my ears. I grabbed my head with all my strength as if trying to crush it. My senses are in chaos. I’m curling on the ground, trying to alleviate all the terrible feelings I’m having right now.

“Kuh!” All I wanted was to live happily with my parents.

“Hrgh…!” WAS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

These hurt as hell, especially the one in my head. My brain feels like being squeezed like a lemon. My breath is getting ragged.

You can’t have shit in life, can you?

Unforgivable.

…

Minutes have passed, probably. Or hours. I don’t know.

Blank. I can’t think of anything.

I’m still on my knees, using both hands to support my weight.

The pain still lingers.

I have the urge to throw up so badly.

My eyes are getting moist.

Ha. Ahaha.

For some reason, I want to laugh, but I quickly wipe the smile on my face.

[Feeling better, I wonder?]

“Give me a minute,” I said, still panting.

After recollecting everything from the beginning, I stand up on my feet.

“Why did you choose me over my parents?”

[As I said, it was a coincidence. Besides, I can’t make a deal with the dead.]

“Figured.”

[So, have you made up your mind? Yes or no?]

“I have,” I said indifferently, “My answer is yes. However, I’d like you to adjust to it.”

[Let’s hear it.]

“I want something else. What can you offer me other than reviving me?”

[Are you asking for something more?]

“Exactly. I’ll oblige to do everything you say in exchange for something, but reviving me is not the one I want. I know life is supposed to be invaluable.”

[Hooh, quite the individual, aren’t you? Very well, what is it that you want then?]

“Can you grant me a wish?” I straightforwardly asked.

[What do you wish for? Before you do, I should mention resurrecting the dead is out of the question.]

“... I want power.”

[What a cliche. Why do you want power?]

“Because there are scumbags who don’t deserve to live in this world.”

[Do you seek revenge? Is that why you want to power so you can avenge your parents' death?]

“You have a problem with that? If so, we can just pretend all of this never existed.” I declared.

[Look at you~ Blinded by hatred~ Taking my offer without care of the world for the sake of vengeance. Where did your common sense go?]

“Tsk. If you’re against my idea, then spit it out. I don’t need to stay here longer if you can’t fulfill my demand.”

[Ease up. I have nothing with how you’ll live your life after this.]

“Wait, you agree to my demand?”

[Even if you didn’t ask for it, I’ll give it to you anyway. I cannot have you relying on me all the time.]

“Fair enough. What kind of power you’ll be giving to me?” I inquired.

[The kind of power that flows through the veins of Teyvat, elemental energy. A vision, the catalyst for the chosen one to manipulate it.]

“Good enough for me. Are we done here?”

[Why the rush? There are still some things we need to discuss for our deal.]

“What is it?”

[Getting curious now? Let’s talk about it one by one.]

I remain silent to let him continue.

[First, let’s choose what element of your vision you would want. I’ll allow you to select whichever you want. You can’t change it later on, so choose wisely.]

“Element?”

[Uh-huh. Which one do you want? Your options are pyro, cryo, electro, hydro, dendro, anemo, and geo. You may select only one, of course.]

I legitimately don’t know which one I should choose. I’m guessing whichever I choose, it won't really matter because each option has advantages and disadvantages of its own. Although, having the right to pick your vision element is such a golden opportunity.

“You know what? I’ll let you decide for me. I won’t mind.”

[Are you serious? Vision bearers don’t have the choice to pick their preferred element. Here I am giving you that chance, and you’re throwing that away just like that?]

“I’m not a picky type, I say.” I nodded.

[Hmm, take this if you insist on not choosing the one you want.]

“Ow!” Something fell on my head.

The thing drops to the ground next to my feet. Crouching to pick it up and look closely, I see a small object. It’s a pentagonal prism dice with a different symbol and color on each side.

“A dice?”

[The solution to your problem without me getting involved. As you can see, each side represents its element. Unless you have a problem with it, let it determine for you.]

“Well, here goes nothing,” I said as I threw the dice to the ground.

It bounces a few times before it spins rapidly.

“What the fuck?”

[Don’t be surprised. I never said it’s an ordinary dice.]

“B- but why is it spinning?”

[For esthetic. It will end soon, don’t worry. Now, while we wait for it to stop, let’s talk about the next subject.]

“Good choice, then.”

[You were saying that you are dissatisfied with our deal on your end, and you asked for something additional, which is a wish. I complied. But you wanted power, which I initially meant to give you at the end if you agreed with the deal.]

“Uh, so?”

[So technically, you still have your wish. Is there anything else you want?]

If he hadn't said it, I would not have noticed it since I had not considered it. I even believed he would pretend to forget it. Granting a wish should be a big deal, no matter what it is.

“Then how about I ask you not to get in my way of revenge?”

[About that, you don’t have to ask me. As I said, I have nothing with how you’ll live.]

“Good, at least I don’t have to worry about you getting in my way.”

“I don’t need anything else then.” I continued.

[Are you sure?] I nodded.

[Alright, you may keep it when you’ve returned to life. Give me a heads-up when you have something in mind.]

“I can do that?”

[Sure, I won’t grant everything, though. I’ll tell you if your wish is acceptable.]

“Oh, okay. Thanks, I guess.”

[One last thing. You won't recall anything we’ve discussed when you wake up but the conditions.]

“Wait, ANYTHING? You mean literally?”

[Yes. Only the conditions and nothing else.]

“Can you make a few exceptions?” I begged.

[No. Is there anything else you want to say or ask? Not that you’ll remember it.]

I look at the ground.

“Oh, the dice have stopped spinning.”

I bend my knee once again to take a closer look. The dice show an anemo symbol.

[Oh, you get the anemo vision.]

How coincidence. I lived on the land of the anemo archon and got the same element of my vision. I don’t know if he’s playing tricks with the dice, but as I said, I do not care.

“I don’t think there’s a point of me saying or asking anything here if I’ll forget all of this later. But I do have a question, though.” I paused to stand up, “What about my wish and me owning a vision?”

[No one can use that vision except you, and I’m sure someone will tell you when you wake up later. As for your wish, I’ll mention it when you’re desperate for something.]

“I see.”

[Then, we finished and wrapped up everything. See you, Morgan Friedrich.]

A/N: As the first special chapter, it feels pretty straightforward.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.0:

The Price of Power

I woke up with stuff coming out of my nose. I thought it was snot, and I caught a cold. My nostrils get clogged with the fluid, so I blow them out. A large amount of the liquid came out and splattered on the sink. I turn the handle to let the water wash it away.

I keep the water running as I wash my hands. The stains don't come off without a hitch. My hands need to be scrubbed with soap to be clean. I also need to wash my face because I have it covered half of my face.

“Wha- what’s happening to me?”

*cough*

Another small batch of blood came out of my mouth.

Although it's not painful, this causes me to worry about my health. How can this happen? Perhaps I don’t do enough exercise? I’m unsure, or maybe the stress finally got me to the point it damages my brain? Could be. Oh shit, it stresses me out.

“Do- do you know, *cough* what happens to me?”

[No power comes with no cost, as I'm sure you've heard.]

“...! Are you serious?”

*cough* *cough*

Is this the consequence of getting myself a vision? But I barely use it. How come it harms me despite my vision usage being near zero? That can’t be. I’m also sure I don’t gain more power besides a vis-

I blink a few times when I realize,

My sonar!

Oh, my lord.

If what causes this nosebleed and cough is my sonar, then it all lines up. I always let it do its job because my sonar is too handy. But I forgot that I got this ability when I gained my vision. That means what fuel sonar was my vision, and my usage wasn’t nihil.

Fuck. I need to clean myself soon before someone looks for me. I wash my face first, followed by my hands. I have to clean the sink as well. Blood stains take a while to wash off, so I'll have to get them off before they stubbornly persist.

I'm cleaning up when I feel someone approaching the restroom. She walks up to the door and knocks twice before calling my name.

“Morgan, you in there?”

“Y- yeah! Do you need something?”

“The Cardinal Daybreak wants you to join him for breakfast. You up for it?” Her voice reverberated through the door.

“What?” I murmured, “Tell him I’m coming. Give me ten more minutes.”

“... Are you okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while now.” She wondered.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Totally.”

“If you say so. I’ll deliver your message then.” She said before she walked away.

First thing first, I have to make this place squeaky clean.

…

I walked straight to the Good Hunter’s as soon as I finished cleaning. I still feel my head throbbing, but I can worry about it later. I see the Seneschal waiting when I arrive. He has his food served in front of him.

“Over here, Morgan.” The Seneschal called.

“Thank you for inviting me, and I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“I almost thought you would not come.”

“Well, it’ll be rude of me if I said I’d come, but I didn’t.”

“I’m happy you’re willing to join me. I hope this didn’t come out of nowhere for you. Go ahead and order something for yourself, Morgan. It’s on me.” He offered.

I was about to say something, but he interrupted me.

“You don’t have to worry about it. It’s only natural since I was the one who invited you.”

“... If you insist.”

I order Crab, Ham, and veggie Bake, and a glass of water. He patiently waited until my meal was ready so that we could begin together. We didn’t converse while eating until we finished our food.

As soon as we are through, the Seneschal begins conversing with me.

“What’s you’ve been up to, Morgan?”

“You can say that I find exploring the wild gratifying. It was a discovery to me that I felt like that.”

That was exaggerating, but not a lie, at the very least.

“Is that so? Good for you.” He nodded, “I understand that exploring is satisfying, but why were you always back at noon? I’m worried something might happen to you out there.”

“I’m sorry that I made you worry. I’ll try my best to avoid danger in the future.”

“Wait, are you going to leave again today?” He asked.

“Yeah. I apologize. I think I’ll continue doing this for a while.”

“I see, but going outside alone without protection is risky. You’re not an adventurer, so you don’t have the experience to handle danger in the wild.”

“I appreciate your concern, but rest assured. I’ll be fine.” I smiled.

“I’m not going to stop you if you say that. Make sure to be careful out there, okay?” The Seneschal backed down.

“I’m going back now. See you later, Morgan. And, please be careful.”

I nod, “Later.”

I watched their figure go away. I stare at my drink as I bite my lip. After a moment, I stand up and walk away.

A/N: To think your power eats you from the inside with/without you knowing is scary, ain’t it? Unless it wasn’t straightforward enough, Sonar is the name of Morgan’s ability to detect people. I’ll uncover more about it as we go, so rest easy.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.1:

Unnecessary Bodyguard

Starnatch Cliff.

Since I began, I have frequently changed my destination since I enjoy exploring new areas and getting to know Mondstadt better. Plus, no one will disturb me there. It’s like three birds with one stone. If only nobody actually follows me.

I didn’t encounter any monsters on the way, or to be exact, I managed to avoid them. I find it very handy in my sonar. That is precisely why I confidently said I could avoid any possible danger. Although, it kind of sucks that it starts to bite me back.

As much as I want to do something about my sonar’s handicap, I have no idea what to do. I’m too clueless about my own power. What I experienced wasn’t too bad. I might’ve lost some blood, but that wasn’t anything too painful.

For now, I want to stick to my plan. However, if something worse happens, I’ll reconsider.

I get a rush from breathing in the fresh air. I need that before I start. Before I do that, I feel a light migraine, following something dripping from my nose. I wipe it with my hand and take a look at it.

“Give me a break...” I grumbled as I wiped the gap between my nose and upper lip.

And so, I began the training that I set up for myself.

…

Phew, I’m beat.

After I've finished training, I sprawl out on the hillside of Starsnatch Cliff. I’ll take my time to rest before proceeding to the next session. I spend my rest time lying down and staring at the sky.

I can hear nearby birds chirping as I try to catnap. They are so close that I can reach them with my hands. Coming back to my senses, I raise my body to sit down. The birds fly away as soon as I move.

Standing up, I say, “Who’s there?”

I turn my back to look at my surroundings. There aren’t many places to hide except big rocks and bushes. My words didn’t get an answer for a while until I sensed a movement.

“Since when did you notice?” She asked after coming out of her hiding spot.

“Mrs. Frederica? Why were you watching me?”

“I know this discomforts you, but I can’t help but worry about you. And not just me but some people too.” She said as she approached me, “Your sense sure is a keen one.”

“I thought I already said you don’t have to do this? I appreciate it, but you’ve seen me doing alright so far, right?”

“Well, yeah. Which I find it astonishing.” She was amazed, “You said that sounded like you noticed me long enough.”

I remain silent.

“I get it, I get it. However, you’ve heard my reasoning. No harm done doing this for both of us, isn’t it?” She shrugged.

“I doubt someone like you should handle such a trivial matter like this.” I commented.

She chuckles, covering her mouth, “I’m so sorry. Your statement took me aback.”

“Please don’t say that. You need to recognize that protecting citizens is part of the job of the Knight of Favonius.”

Rich coming from you guys when I have already witnessed your failure doing so once.

“I know you are disappointed that we couldn’t save your parents, but I’m doing this for your sake, okay? Not forced because it’s my duty or anything.” Mrs. Frederica confessed.

I let out a heavy sigh hearing that.

“There’s no need to make a big deal of that incident, Mrs. Frederica.” I answered as I turned my back.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot.” I looked at her again, “Do you have business with me?”

“To be honest, not really, as long as you’re safe and sound. However, I am curious why you are doing a workout.” She inquired as she tapped her cheek.

“Is it weird?”

“I wouldn’t say so. It’s good for you to maintain your body, but this place is just not it.”

“Perhaps. This place does have a fine scenery, though.”

“... I am so sorry. I hope you didn’t find my question to be intrusive.”

“Nah, I get it. I also apologize for not being the most approachable fellow.”

“Don’t worry about it. You can continue whatever you want to do. But you don’t mind if I watch over you, right? For safety's sake.” She smiled.

I nodded.

“Alright. Try not to push yourself too hard, Morgan.” She advised before she looked around and sat on a nearby rock to observe me without being subtle anymore.

I suppose that’s enough for a break, so I carry on to exercise and ignore Mrs. Frederica’s stare.

A/N: Just to clarify, this isn’t the first day Morgan has started his workout.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.2:

Dissaranged Encounter

I totter my way to the city, feeling worn out and starving. Although, I have no one to blame except myself for that, and I’m still not used to it since I’ve only been doing this for less than a week.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to carry you?”

I pant as I answer, “I’m just… tired. No need… to worry.”

Mrs. Frederica walks along beside me, wearing a slightly concerned expression. I should be fine after getting some food and rest, so there’s nothing to worry about. Thanks to her, I could finish my exercise without being too wary.

The question of how much I’m going to improve is not something I can answer confidently. I also can't say I have great expectations of myself, but the most I can do is hope for the best while giving it everything I've got.

On my way back, I sense a figure in the distance. Since I don’t know who it is, it must be someone I've never met. I’m not particularly interested to know. However, she is near the path, so I might as well check out. It’ll be quick, as I want to fill my stomach soon.

“Morgan? Where are you going?” Mrs. Frederica questioned, seeing me walk off the path.

“Just checking.”

Getting closer, I see a cloud of smoke and the figure I’m expecting within my sight. It appears that the person started the fire source. I had no intention of approaching, but I did anyway.

She’s staring at the bonfire while holding an apple. As soon as I get close to her, she notices me and guards up. We both deadpan stared at each other for a minute without speaking until someone else broke the ice.

“Well, well. Who do we have here? What are you doing out here all alone, missy?”

I glance at Mrs. Frederica as she’s smirking at the person. For some reason, I feel something more behind her words.

“... That uniform and badge- You’re part of the Knight of Favonius...!” She cautioned as she stood.

“None to worry, little girl. There’s no need to be tense meeting a knight, right?”

The bluenette didn’t answer and remained cautious.

I’m confused with this, but I didn’t intend to make matters more complicated.

“Mrs. Frederica, you know her?”

She hums, “Yeah, she’s-”

“I’m leaving.”

The girl surprises me when she decides to go. I was about to stop her, but Mrs. Frederica held my shoulder and shook her head. I can only see her figure going away from us. However, she isn’t heading to the city but somewhere else.

The bluenette seemed not gratified when she noticed Mrs. Frederica approaching her. Mrs. Frederica lets go of me when she’s away. I have several questions, yet Mrs. Frederica beats me by asking first.

“I’m genuinely impressed with your sense, Morgan. How did you know she was here despite not knowing it?”

The place isn’t secluded enough to be seen by anybody. People probably would miss it if they were not paying attention, however. Not to mention, she was alone.

“... I think I should be the one asking the question here, Mrs. Frederica. What did you do?”

She softly exhales, “Right. I tend to forget to leave family matters before work. My apologies, Morgan.”

“What? What do you mean? Why are you apologizing to me?”

She smiles wryly, “Do you really want to know? Because I don’t want to drag you with a trivial issue.”

I was about to answer, but I didn’t. As curious as I am about what actually happened, what Mrs. Frederica said is correct. Still, even if that was the case, I REALLY didn’t mean that to happen. I guess I owe an apology to that girl.

Goddamit, this is getting troublesome.

“... Forget it.” I sighed.

She lets out a small laugh.

“Oh, that reminds me. Why did you make your way to her?”

I scratch the back of my head before answering, “No particular reason. I-”

The words stuck in my throat.

“You, what?”

“She was an oddball for sitting here all alone, I guess. What do you think, Mrs. Frederica?”

“Hmm, well, unlike you, I know her. Nothing that happened here is strange to me, especially her attitude towards me though-”

“I don’t think I liked that, I mind you.”

“I’m so sorry. I suppose there was no need for you to witness that.”

I wag my head.

Probably, but it was interesting to see things unfold. That event unravels a little about Mrs. Frederica. Not that I want to, but it’s better than knowing nothing.

Since I had wrapped up for the day, I planned to go back and rest. However, a twist came up out of nowhere, and now I had to clean up the mess. Unfortunately, I can’t do it if the problem itself remains with me, so,

“Let’s head back.”

…

The Alder Knight and I return to the city. Pigeons are chilling on the path but fly away as soon as they see us walking toward them. I watch them flap their wings in the sky and feel the warmth of the dusk on my skin.

Even though I feel exhausted and starving, I stop at my track. Mrs. Frederica takes a few steps before noticing that I have halted. Knowing she most likely feels the same, I don’t want her to stay with me any longer.

Before she can speak, I voice, 

“Thank you for today, ma’am. Since we’re already here, I think it’s okay for us to be apart.”

“Oh, don’t mention it. I am happy to know you’re doing some work out to make yourself healthy and not anything- shady.” She teased.

“Huh, you’re right. Anyway, I’ll be here to enjoy the sunset. So, you may go on ahead.”

“Hmm? Are you not tired or even starving? You did exercise for a long while, so I doubt you don’t.”

“I am, but it can wait.”

She raises her eyebrows, “I don’t suggest you do that, Morgan. You need to energize yourself to prevent your muscles from degenerating.”

“Relax. I promise I won’t be long.”

She seems reluctant to leave but walks away regardless after giving me a short message.

“Alright, make sure to go back as soon as you can. See you next time, Morgan.”

“Yeah, thank you once again, ma’am.” I nodded.

The lady glimpses at me for the last time before leaving. After making sure she’s gone, I rest my elbows on the edge of the bridge. The cider lake’s water is so clean that I can see deep under. By enjoying the nature, I begin to wait.

A/N: That wasn’t a very happy encounter, don’t you agree? I’m pretty sure I gave enough hints to guess who the girl was, judging by her reactions and a single description.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.3:

True Color

It’s a peaceful evening. A small number of people passed the bridge while I was waiting. As the starvation and tiredness slowly creep up on me, I feel my eyelids getting heavier. However, I try my best to stay awake as this will be the last agenda I will do for the day.

It takes my attention almost immediately to catch someone I’m waiting for. Besides, her garb is quite eye-catching. Since I don’t want to gather more than the necessary focus, I take the initiative to block her way.

When she notices someone is in front of her, she raises her head. And, of course, her facial expression tells me well enough to say she’s not happy to see me again.

“You again...” She growled.

“Hi, again. I know this is out of nowhere, but I’d like to talk with you. Is that okay?”

Folks around start to pry their eyes on us, but they still pass without doing more. The girl, on the other hand, seems skeptical of me. Not taking long, she answers as she closes her eyes and starts walking again.

“I’m sorry, but I’m rather in a hurry.”

I prevent her once again before she can pass.

“I won’t be long. I promise.”

“No, I-”

“Please.” I pleaded.

Her eyes rounded, and her mouth agape slightly when I said that. That’s a bit of an extravagant reaction. However, that doesn’t last long, and she returns to normal. I might be crazy, but I see her mimic faintly soften.

“... What is it?”

“Oh, I’m glad you’re willing to listen. Let’s move to the side so we don’t get in people's way, yeah?”

She glances at her surroundings, “Very well.”

She then follows me to the side of the bridge. She hesitated to sit beside me, but eventually, she did. Although a little far away. I’m about to start as soon as we sit, but I can’t help but feel nervous.

You got this, Morgan. All you have to do now is apologize to her.

“What is it that you want to talk about, uh-” She paused.

Oh, right. We both don’t know each other.

“I suppose I should introduce myself first. My name is Morgan. Pleased to meet you. May I know your name?”

“I didn’t know you were trying to get along with me.”

“There’s no hurting doing so, is there?”

She looks away without saying.

“... Right. After what happened, I don’t think you want to get along with me.” Not that I’m trying to, “I don’t know what you’ve got with Mrs- that lady, and I’m not going to pry if you don’t want to.”

“I am terribly sorry for what we did to you. I genuinely had no intention to make you feel that way.” I confessed as I bowed my head.

“So that’s why you were so persistent about this.” She whispered.

I stayed still until she spoke, 

“There’s no need for you to be sorry. I’m used to it.”

“Even so, I feel obliged to ask for your forgiveness.” I said earnestly.

“... And why is that?”

When posed with that question, I honestly don’t know what to answer except what I did was a mistake. After all, that wouldn’t happen if I chose not to approach her.

“Just because I think we inconvenienced you.”

I hear her softly exhale, “I don’t know if you’re being truthful or messing with me.”

“Of course, I’m being sincere. I wouldn’t go this far if I were joking.”

None of us say anything. The bluenette seems to contemplate something as she lowers her head. Meanwhile, I blankly gaze at the amber-colored sky. Closing my eyes, I can feel my consciousness departing from me.

However, when I hear a gasp, I shoot my eyes open.

“Did you say your name is Morgan?”

I look at her sideways as I lean my body under the support of my arms.

“I did, why?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but did you happen to be a victim of an incident over a week ago?”

She has heard about me, huh?

“That I am, yes.”

“I see. So you aren’t her son?”

I got confused about who she was insinuating for a second until I realized she was talking about Mrs. Frederica.

“You’re talking about the Alder Knight, Mrs. Frederica, right?” I confirmed.

She nodded.

“You jest. Do I look anything like her?” I scoffed.

“That could be because she adopted you.”

“Bah. You can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just messing with you.” She chuckled.

I can’t believe my eyes. For the first time, I saw her other expressions, except neutral and angry. I didn’t expect she would crack a smile the second time we met. That means we’re cool now, right? Can I go back now?

“Anyhow, I think I took more of your time than I planned.” I stood before her, “Thank you for sparing your time for me. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. I accept your apology since I know who you are, and your intention was honest.” She curved her lips before continuing, “I wonder if your demeanor will change if you know who I am.”

She brushes her dress after she stands up.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Exactly as I said. I haven’t introduced myself to you. Will your stance change when you do?”

“... I don’t think so.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.” She said before walking ahead of me.

I followed her along to the city until we separated and bid her goodbye.

After a couple of encounters with people or so, on my way to my room, I tossed myself to the bed. I legitimately feel so spent for today that I can fall asleep straight away, except because I’m starving and feel sultry. Hopefully, I will get the strength to shower and eat before bed.

A/N: I kinda like the second time they come across, and I hope you do as well.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.4:

Her Bravery

Another day, another exercise.

The tranquility of being alone. I can carry out my training without worrying about anything. Thanks to that, I can focus on doing what I need to do. The progress isn’t going as I wanted, but I guess that’s because it’s too early to determine the result.

Unlike usual, I don’t take a high place to do my workout. Standing bare feet as the chill water washes them feels pleasant. The broad horizon of the sea is as captivating. Add the waves sound and some seagulls squawking, to boot.

As I stare at the creatures as I sit on the dry sand, I pick up the knife beside me. I try not to move too much and keep concentrating on them. Slowly raising my arm, I fling it hard after aiming.

*plop*

[Nice aim, but your throw sucks.]

I drop myself, “Well, it was worth the shot.”

I was sure I was gonna get one of them. It could be either because of me or because the seagulls have an impressive danger sense. But that was a better outcome since I didn’t want to hurt them.

“Ah, I have to retrieve it before it gets blemished.” I mumbled.

I rise and walk to where I threw it. After that, I take a break by taking the lunch I brought. Mrs. Frederica told me to carry food and water if I wanted to exercise appropriately.

…

I continue training after refilling my energy. I draw the knife once again after a quick flex of my muscles. Following deep inhales, I swing my arm continuously with varying patterns. Of course, I’m just mimicking someone else’s movements. The rhythms and everything are a mess, though.

…

Listening to Mrs. Frederica’s suggestion was the right choice. It allows me to keep training longer. How could I not think of that? I suppose I should thank her the next time I see her.

But I overdid it now because of that, consequently making my right arm feel like it would snap anytime soon. Meanwhile, my body is beginning to get used to my workout plan. Probably I’ll increase the intensity tomorrow or the day after.

I stroll back to the city as I hold my sore right shoulder. As I enter the Whispering Woods, suddenly, a bad feeling creeps up on me. I even stopped to make sure it wasn’t just my imagination. My sonar tells me otherwise.

Someone seemed to be eyeing me the moment I got into the woods. I initially thought he was just some random dude, but I realized I was wrong when I entered the woods. I wanted to say hello, but I was against the idea just in case and kept walking towards my destination. To my surprise, he did nothing else.

Once I got out, the sense of danger finally dissipated. I let out a relieved sigh before continuing to walk. When I almost reach the bridge, I see someone familiar sitting on a log. I decide to leave her alone as I think that’s what she might want.

“Hey there.”

Never mind.

I was wrong when she greeted me and waved her hand at me. I look around on the spot.

“Morgan, by the archon, I’m talking to you. There’s literally no one else here except you and me.” She facepalmed.

Hesitantly, I take a step forward. I sit on the opposite side, so we’re facing each other.

“My bad, I never thought you would like to talk to me again.”

“Hmm?” She hummed, “Oh, you were talking about the other day. Why would I resent you? You did nothing. You even apologized for something you didn’t do.”

“Right…”

Suddenly, she’s glaring at me, “Or perhaps you don’t want to see me?”

“And what made you say that?”

“... I thought you’d find out about me.” She crouched slightly.

I keep quiet as I don’t know what to say to that. I hold my shoulder once again as I ponder her question. I don’t understand why she’s afraid of me discovering her identity, yet she settled to meet with me again. I glanced at her and noticed she was peeking in my direction.

“Sorry. Please forget about what I said.”

I nod, “So, what’s up? Do you need something from me?”

“Oh, no, I- um,” She lost her words, “Where were you the whole day?”

I tilt my head, wondering what’s with the abrupt change of topic.

“I spent my day on the coast. Why’d you ask?” I played along.

“For the whole day? What were you doing there?”

I feel reluctant to share it with her, especially when not many know about what I’ve been doing these past few days.

“I guess it won’t hurt to tell you,” I straightened my back, “I’m preparing to join the Knight by exercising outside. And before you ask, don’t question me why I’m doing it outdoors.”

“Ohh… I suppose many have the same intention as you. But what’s your motivation?” She asked.

I stare into her eyes for a moment. Before I could speak,

“Ah, my apologies. You don’t have to answer that if you think it’s personal.”

I take a moment before answering, “... It might be only the third time we met, but you feel different than the last time. What’s wrong?”

She curls her lips, and her hands are fidgeting. It’s so awkward that we speak face-to-face like this, but none would disclose anything more than necessary. I don’t exactly feel that way, though.

“Anyway, what you asked is nothing personal. I just don’t want an incident like mine to happen again to anyone.”

“I- I see.” She said timidly, “That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Thanks, I guess. It’s not a big deal, honestly.” I shrugged.

“Haha, is that so? I don’t think someone like you is common among our peers.”

That sentence sounded familiar.

“Well, I know someone with a better cause than me.”

“Really now? Even so, I don’t think you should belittle yourself like that.”

“... You might be right.”

Silence. She’s looking down while clasping her hand. I look at her for a second before switching my attention. Swinging my right shoulder, I can feel the soreness barely fades away. Maybe I should sleep to recover and hope to be in my usual peak condition by tomorrow.

I gaze at the horizon, enjoying the dusk peacefully while letting her muster enough courage. I’m used to being tired at this hour, so spending my evening like this feels somewhat romantic. Wait, no, not that kind of romance I was talking about.

“Morgan.” She called.

I hum before facing her, and I can see her determined eyes.

“I don’t feel right to hide something from you when you’ve been honest to me every time. That’s why I’d like to introduce myself to you. I know the consequences of this action of mine. I remember you said you wouldn’t feel indifference regardless of who I am. However, that might change after this.” She confessed.

I didn’t respond to that. I can see her breathing anxiously. She then rises and puts her arm on her chest,

“Greetings, I am Eula Lawrence, bearing the noble lineage of Lawrence. You stand in the presence of a member of the illustrious Lawrence Clan.”

I raised my eyebrows when I heard her full name. After her fancy way of introduction, she stands straight with a solemn expression.

“That’s right. Acknowledge the glory bestowed upon thee by the nobility as I am the descendant of the exiled clan. The Lawrence clan.” She emphasized.

My jaw drops slightly, but I quickly seal my lips before exhaling.

That explains her odd and wary demeanor towards me. As someone who was born in Mondstadt, there’s no way I’m not familiar with her clan. They’re known to be a tyrant who used to rule the city and enslave some commoners back in the day. Their tyranny ended when the anemo archon showed up.

Maybe exiling the Lawrences wasn’t an equal punishment for what they did. To this day, most, if not everybody, thinks that every member of the Lawrence family is evil. I can imagine how people treat them with hatred in my head. Well, maybe not exactly.

All that said, I trust my own judgment. I look at her after some time and notice her arms shivering a little.

“I understand. That explains everything about you so far.” I said as I stood, “I suppose that means you’re asking for a proper introduction between us.”

“... Huh?”

“Eula, is it? I am Morgan. Unlike you, an aristocrat, I’m a mere commoner. It is an honor to make acquaintance with you.” I extended my right arm, still feeling pain.

Eula takes a step back, her shocked expression while holding her hands together on her chest.

“W- what is wrong with you?”

“That sounds rather harsh, don’t you think?”

“I- sorry, but do you really understand what I said? I am a Lawrence, you know?!” Eula wondered.

“I know, you said it already.”

“Then why-”

“Don’t be so surprised. I know what you’re thinking.” I interjected.

“Folks in Mond have this idea of you guys being evil rooted in their brain. I have no idea how people treated you, but I assume it’s pretty bad. Fortunately for you, I’m biased by my own opinion. Even though now I know you’re the heir of the Lawrence, I don’t see why I should change my attitude towards you.”

“...”

My argument left her speechless.

What I said is something that my parent once told me. Unlike Mom, my dad was quite fond of gossip since he was a merchant. I don’t want to recall the details, but I remember he said people in the city gave anyone from the fallen clan poor treatment. Ugh, my head is pulsating pretty bad already.

“...! Morgan, you’re bleeding!” She panicked.

I check my nose by wiping it with my thumb. A solid red liquid is dripping. I lick the leftovers on my philtrum.

Goddamn it.

“You shouldn’t lick your blood, Morgan! Here, clean it with this.” She warned before offering me a handkerchief.

“Oh, thanks.”

Before I do that, I blow the rest is still stuck inside. When I clean the mess, I can’t help but notice her handkerchief has a sweet-scented smell.

“Are you okay?” Eula asked in a worried tone.

“Hmm?” I hummed before putting the cloth in my pocket, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’ll return your handkerchief after I wash it, and thank you.”

“Okay then, if you say so.”

“It’s getting late. We both should head back.” I said as I turned my back.

“Um…” She paused before talking again, albeit hesitantly.

“Morgan, about what you just said…”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Did you really mean it?”

“Of course. However, whether you think otherwise or take my word is up to you. After all, I was merely stating my personal viewpoint of you as Eula, not as Lawrence.” I reminded.

“I- Is that so? I didn’t know that among people my age, someone like you existed.” Eula extolled, “That means you evaluated me by my actions, right?”

“You can say that. I have to admit I admired your bravery in revealing who you are to me. But I guess there would be nothing for you to lose in doing so. I’m no one, after all.”

I walk back after saying that, and she follows along.

“That’s not true! You have no idea how much I appreciate you for accepting me for who I am.” She corrected.

We then return to the city together and chat until the front gate, where two guards from the Knight of Favonius greet us. I respond to them while Eula remains silent. When we passed them, I noticed their subtle gaze. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who paid attention to that.

I didn’t want to bring it up to Eula since I knew it would dampen the mood, and I bid her goodbye after entering the city.

A/N: I guess at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised to know it’s Eula. This is how I picture her character in her younger days.

Just to remind you, this story takes place in a decade before the Mondstadt arc. So, Eula here isn’t the same as her in-game. She wasn’t as open-minded as she is right now.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.5:

A Couple of Questions

[Morgan, we need to talk.]

“I want to sleep. I’m tired. Shut up.”

[I know he bothers often, and so to me. I want you to deal with him.]

Quickly, I open my eyelids, “... You can’t be serious? Hell no.”

[Why hesitate? Deep down, you know they won’t stay put forever.]

“In a few days, I don’t plan to go anywhere. That much will do.”

[That is nothing but adjourning the problem itself.]

“I don’t care. Let me take a nap.” I tugged the blanket and covered myself before closing my eyes.

[How about a game, then? Take action against him, regardless of the method you choose. If you succeed, I'll remedy any harm you've endured.]

This time, I rise from the bed, “... Oh, you just have to pull that card, don’t you? The risk is too high. I’m pretty damn sure he’s going kill me.”

[Perhaps. That's the reason I mentioned that it doesn't matter to me which approach you choose or if you'll simply allow your power to consume you. Your choice.]

“I’m gonna die no matter what I do, huh?”

[You wouldn’t even if you failed. I still owe you a favor.]

“... What favor?” I got perplexed.

[Maybe it’s better to call it a wish instead. Basically, you can ask me almost anything.]

Hearing that, I blink many times as I can’t believe what I heard. I do not remember I have it nor even done something worthy to get it, at all. Did he temper with my memory? 

[It’s understandable for you to be skeptical, but that's beside my point. Are you going to do it or not?]

“What did you do to me?!” I snapped, only raising my voice slightly.

[I have no idea why you are angry for having something everybody could only get by praying and miracles. That is a byproduct gift for your collaboration.]

“Nonsense…” I mumbled, “Then how about I use it to kill him?”

[Pft, are you seriously risking something so valuable for something so measly? I can do that if you’re sure about it.]

I breathe heavily to calm myself. What he was saying is right, even though I doubt something like that has no string attached to it.

“No, I was just pissed off. I’ll do it since if I refuse, you will compel me to do it, right? I’ll think something about it.” I sighed.

[Good, take your time. If you’re worried about your own well-being, why don’t you send someone to do it for you?]

I breathe out once again, “I’m not that naive to make someone get rid of somebody and expect them to do it with baseless accusation. I also don’t want to endanger anyone because of me as much as possible. Leave me alone.” I said before laying back in bed.

…

Now I can’t sleep.

I’ve been staring at the ceiling, lying on my bed for the last hour. The room is pitch black, with the only light source coming from the small gaps in the door. There isn’t much noise due to the isolated room that I am in. Yet, my mind resists taking a rest.

The harder I try to sleep, the more my head is filled with anxiety. Somehow, I feel restless. It’s his fault and what has happened today. But I’m processing too much information right now to think about it. If anything, it would make me feel more agitated.

“Ah, this is just great…” I grunted, getting up.

I turn on the light and get myself dressed. Opening the door, I see some sisters are still working. I step into the front door to get some fresh air. But of course, one of the sisters stops me before I can leave.

…

It wasn’t hard to convince her when I’ve been showing improvement to pretty much everyone about my mental rehabilitation.

At first, I thought sparing some time to stroll around the city would be a good idea, but I realized I wasn’t in the mood. Even though exhausting myself sounded like a perfect need for me right now. Once in a while, I guess sleeping late should be okay.

There’s one place I want to visit again, so I bring my purse and head to the destination. On my there, I saw and passed some people. Without stopping, it doesn’t take long for me to reach the Angel’s Share.

Before even stepping inside, I can hear the loud laughter of the patrons. It gets worse the moment I open the door. I suppose that’s natural, knowing I’ve been here only once. This place is just as I predicted. It’s cramming with people.

The front desk chairs are full, unfortunately. I can see the bartender is too busy serving customers to notice me. While I know some people I acquaintance with are here, I don’t see them. Well, I have no plan to chat with them anyway.

It seems the second floor isn’t as packed, so I go there. There’s one vacant table in the corner next to a painting of a scenery that is oddly familiar. I take the chair with the wall on the back and close my eyes while waiting for someone to pick up my order.

During my half-napping, my instinct tells me some folks are coming and going to this floor.

...

“... gan.”

...

“Morgan…”

...

“Hey!” Someone suddenly shakes my shoulder.

I open my eyes in reflexes and see Kaeya standing next to me.

“Oh, hey there. Sorry, I dozed off.” I said, fixing my position.

“You look tired. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just feeling sleepy, that’s all.”

“... If you say so.” Kaeya shrugged, “So what do you want for tonight? Another coffee?”

“Hmm, I’m thinking about drinking something sweet, maybe a tea or something. Any recommendation?”

“Haha, you sure you want to take my suggestion?” He snickered.

I ponder for a moment, “Fair enough. Give me a love poem, then.”

“Hoo, I’m surprised you remember what’s on our menu. Alright, one love poem. Anything else?”

I wag my head.

“Okay, please wait for a moment.”

I nodded before he left.

Once again, I wait as I rest my back and fold my arms. I was puzzled. How did I fall asleep despite all the noises? I account that to my fatigue. My sonar didn’t even react to Kaeya waking me up.

During my wait for a drink, someone approaches me.

“Good evening, Morgan.”

I pause to examine the figure before answering, “Evening. Do you need something?”

“You look lonely, so I’m feeling to accompany you~” She teased, “May I sit here?” She asked, implying the chair on the opposite side.

“By all means.”

Mrs. Frederica drags the chair out and sits in front of me. There’s silence because she’s fixing her hair and tying it into a ponytail. Different than usual, she’s not wearing the armor. The last time I saw her like this was the first time I met her.

I wonder if Jean will grow up just like her.

“Do you often come here, Mrs. Frederica?”

She sighs, “I wish. Sometimes work takes too much of me, you know? But I guess that’s better for me.” She answered as she fixed her hair on the side.

“Make sense. I hope babysitting me didn’t do that to you.”

She laughs lightly, “You jest. Compared to what I usually do, being a bodyguard isn’t hard.”

“Is that so?” I muttered before leaning back, “Right, before I forget, you have my thanks for your input. It helped a lot.”

“Glad to hear that.” She smiled, “Although I am curious since you’ve been doing it for these past few days. Do you mind telling me about it?”

Mrs. Frederica rests her cheek on her hand, waiting for my response. There’s no point hiding it from her because she will know my intention of joining the Knight, especially since she’s a high-profile knight. Unfortunately, I’m afraid someone might be eavesdropping.

“Before I do that, can I ask you a couple of questions first?”

“Oh, sure. What is it?”

I wait for Kaeya to bring our order before I raise my questions to her.

“Thank you for waiting.” He said before giving us our respective drinks.

I pull my mug closer to me while Mrs. Frederica does the same. Judging by the smell, our drinks are different.

“Thanks. That was rather fast for the busy time, huh, Kaeya?” Mrs. Frederica commented.

“Haha, it’s just the usual, really. By the way,” He halted as he peered at me, “You two are an interesting combination, I must say.”

“Fufu, meeting Morgan here isn’t part of my plan for tonight. It’s a surprise but a welcome one.”

“I see. I believe this is the second time Morgan has come here, no?”

I nodded as I drank my tea.

“Well, enjoy your drinks, you two. I’d love to join, but there are customers to serve beforehand.”

“No problem. Good luck, Kaeya.”

He bows a little before leaving. After he is out of sight, Mrs. Frederica picks up and shakes her mug leisurely. She took a few shots like I did and extended our previous conversation.

“So, where were we again?”

A/N: Word of advice. Do not take everyone’s words at face value.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.6:

Suspicions

“I figure that’s the reason you wanted to talk with me?”

“To be honest, not really. But I’m down for it if you want to.” She admitted.

“I see. I’m sorry in advance because this kinda heavy topic when you’re here to lay off.”

“Hah, don’t worry about it.” She ensured before taking a sip.

People are still being rowdy downstairs. Meanwhile, some folks start leaving on this floor, and only a few remain. Without me having to look, my radar has already told me. I don’t know if Mrs. Frederica notices, but I decide to keep it for myself.

I continue our chat once I take several chugs of my tea.

“Mrs. Frederica, what do you think of Adventurers’ Guild?”

“Well, that’s a somewhat unexpected topic for me.” She said, “I have to say, they’re great. I know some of their members and get along fine with them. The Knights and the Guild also sometimes cooperate on some events and when our objectives align.”

Hmm, that wasn’t really what I wanted to hear.

“That sounds like you guys have a decent partnership.”

“You can say that, I guess. Why’d you ask?”

“I’m just curious about them. I take it you have a good impression about them, then?”

“Yeah? Are you curious about their entry test or something?”

I had to pause drinking my tea when I heard that question.

“Nah, you’re wrong. All I wanted was your opinion about the Guild.” I countered.

Mrs. Frederica smirks as she hums to my reply. We both take a break by drinking.

“Let’s move on to the second one.” I declared as I put away my mug.

“Did you find anything out of place when you watched over me, Mrs. Frederica?”

She scowled when I posed that question. I could tell from her expression she wasn’t fond of that. However, I have to put it off my chest. I know full well that doing that is risky, but I doubt anything terrible would happen in a crowded place like this.

“Did something happen, Morgan?” She queried, narrowing her eyes.

“Ah, no, not really. My bad. I was just making sure if you perhaps saw anything suspicious.” I said indifferently.

She sighs softly, “You got me. I was worried something had happened.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you on guard.”

“It’s fine. It was me that misunderstood you.” She brushed off, “But no, I didn’t find anything. While you did your exercise, I scanned everywhere, starting from the city until we headed back, but it was fruitless.”

I cross my arms.

That’s line up with my suspicion. My radar has a wide range, so I know when someone or something follows me. There’s someone who had been and was following me these past days and didn’t act when Mrs. Frederica was around.

Which I assume was they were waiting for me to be alone. Apparently, I was only half correct because they still haven’t done anything to me. For some reason, they merely watched and didn’t do shit, even when I was alone.

How bothersome.

“In case you feel disturbance, please don’t hesitate to tell me, Morgan.”

“Mm, sure. Thank you, Mrs. Frederica. I think that’s all I wanted to ask you. It unexpected to take this much time, though.”

I look around to see only very few people left in the tavern. The crowd below us has died down for a while without us noticing. Both of our beverages were empty right when we finished.

“Oh, you’re right. Time sure flies, huh?”

“I guess we were absorbed in our bubble. Well, I gotta go. Thank you for your time, ma’am.” I thanked her as I got up.

“Leaving already?”

I nod, “I’ve spent more time than I planned here, so yeah. Are you still going to stay here?”

She moans as she stretches, “I think so. That means we’ll get separated?” She gave me puppy eyes.

“Uh... Please don’t say like I’ll be gone forever.”

She rises from the chair, “Hehe, I was just messing around. Alright then, get home safely, and see you tomorrow.”

I nod again, “Please excuse me.”

When I’m about to take the stairs, I look in her direction once again and see her wave her hand at me. I get down as soon as I think nothing else will happen. I returned to the Church immediately after paying for my drink at the counter.

To my relief, nothing happened.

…

Patrons in Angel’s Share start going home when it’s almost closing time, leaving only a handful of people remaining. Frederica, who had been drinking for a while, decided to return as she didn’t want to wake up with a headache the next day.

Charles, who was busy cleaning the mugs, saw Frederica walking towards him and spoke up,

“Good evening, Mrs. Frederica. It’s been a while. How have you been?”

“Evening, Bartender. As you can see, I am doing fine.” She replied before looking both sideways, “Where’s the owner?”

“Master Crepus isn’t available for tonight. Do you need something? I can send your message if you want.”

She shook her head, “Here, I’ll be leaving soon as I feel a little tired.”

Frederica put her money on the counter, and Charles took them to count.

“That’s enough, thank you.” Charles nodded, “By the way, I didn’t see you with anyone tonight. Did you decide to spend your time on the second floor alone?”

“Huh? Ah, no. I was with Morgan, but he headed home soon after I arrived. We did have some chat, though.”

Charles tilted his head, “Who?”

“You know, Seth’s son. I heard he visited here a couple of times already.” She reminded.

Hearing that, Charles blinked a few times.

“Oh, him.” He whispered.

“I actually haven’t met him yet. Kaeya took care of the second floor while I am responsible here. That’s maybe why I didn’t see him tonight.”

“You didn’t? I thought he paid for his order?”

Charles folded his arms as he tried to recall if he spotted anyone young. Even though he never sees him, he imagines someone resemblances his old patron. Then he remembered that he talked to a black-haired teen.

“Ah!” He hit his palm, “I remember now. Yeah, he did. He came for a few seconds only to pay and then went when I was busy taking orders, so I forgot about that.”

Frederica only sighed as she shook her head in disappointment.

“Maybe I should greet him personally next time.” He noted for himself.

While those two are talking, the back door opens and reveals a navy-blue-haired boy coming in. The two quickly notice him, and so does he.

“Oh, hello again, ma’am.” Kaeya nodded at her, and she replied with a wave, “Charles, I think we need to resupply our stock and throw away some spoilt ones.”

“Understood. I’ll do that once the bar is closed.”

“Sounds like you would still be busy after this. Being a bartender is hard, huh?”

Charles laughs, “Haha, certainly it’s not as hard as your job as a Knight, Mrs. Frederica.”

The eye-patched boy looks around when the adults are having a chat.

“Weren’t you with Morgan, Mrs. Frederica?”

“Hmm? If you’re looking for him, then he’s already gone home.”

“Ah, is that so?”

Both Frederica and Charles stared at him, realizing his subtle disappointment. Kaeya, on the other hand, quickly returned to his usual demeanor.

“Can’t be helped, I guess. I’ll go clean up the tables.” He said, turning his back.

“Take a break, kid. I’m sure you’ve been working for a while.”

Kaeya shakes his head, “We’ll be closing soon. It’s fitting to tidy up as much if I want to go home early, right?”

The two exchange glances.

“I agree with her. It’s already very late for you to help, and I didn’t want you to overwork yourself. Master Crepus would get mad at me if you get sick the next day.”

“... Very well, I’ll rest for a while. Please tell me when you’re going to close the bar.”

Kaeya stepped away from them, but Frederica said something once again to him.

“I can’t promise, but I’ll try to persuade Morgan to come here tomorrow night.”

The boy turned around, surprised by what he heard. However, he didn’t respond immediately.

“Haha, it’s alright. I’m sure Morgan’s busy with his own affairs, but alright.” He said, slightly curving his lips. “Please excuse me.”

This time, the blonde knight and the bartender let him go so the kid can have some rest. Once he was gone, Frederica stood from the chair and was ready to leave, but Charles spoke to her the last time for the night.

“Are you sure about that? I’m not sure how close they are to each other, but I don’t think it was necessary to do that.”

“Hmm, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with letting them get along well, don’t you agree?”

“Well, true that. Do tell me if you manage to convince him. Maybe I’ll notify young master Diluc about it as well if young master Kaeya didn’t.” He nodded.

“Good idea, the merrier, the better. Let’s hope they can get along just fine.” Frederica wished, “I’ll be off, then. Good night, Charles.”

“Good night to you too, ma’am.”

Frederica steps to the door and pushes the door,

“Darn, I forgot to ask about Morgan’s motive with his training.” She muttered as she opened the door.

A/N: Feel free to decide between idiocy or naivety, Morgan despite knowing someone was stalking him, kept quiet about it. If I were him, I would call the cops.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

A little too early, but I want to say Happy New Year to everyone!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.7:

Killing Times

Different than usual, I’d wind up my exercise for an hour earlier. I wanted to say I did that for no particular reason, but that would be a lie. Mrs. Frederica asked me to drop in Angel’s Share again tonight, and I obliged.

I have no clue what more business she has with me, but it’s a coincidence because I have a feeling something will happen soon. I feel a bit forced to spend more money there, though. Menus over there are expensive for me.

The gloaming clouds entered my view as I gazed through the ether. The moment someone speaks my name, my train of thought stops, and I look at the source.

“My bad. What is it?”

“Geez, you’ve been staring blankly upward. You’re scaring me.” She grumped, folding her arms.

“How? I’m fine, alright?”

“... Really?” She said in an incredulous tone, “Did the tiredness get into you, then?”

“Nah, I am starting to get used to it.” I shook my head, “How about you? Aren’t your parents gonna be mad if you keep doing this?”

Eula scrunches her face, “Uu! Don’t remind me about it, please.”

“But it’s fine! Just because I go out, doesn’t mean I run away from them all the time.” She assured.

I raise my right leg so I can rest my head on it.

This evening, she settled to meet with me again. No, that’s the wrong way to say it. Like the other day, I found her sitting alone on my way back, and she greeted me as soon as she saw me. So, it was the same basically, just the other way round.

“This time is contrary, though, isn’t it? From your story, your parents sound fairly strict toward you if they force you to do what they want.”

“I know, right?! They couldn’t just leave me alone. They keep saying doing this, doing that for the sake of the clan and stuff without listening to my complaints.” She groaned, swinging her feet.

Since she’s wearing a medium skirt, I try my best to keep my gaze under control.

“Well, you can be a disobedient child by ignoring their demand, but knowing your background, I guess that’s unlikely they’ll allow it to happen.”

She softly sighs, “I wish I could do that without fearing the consequences. Besides…” She abruptly halted.

Looking at Eula, I see her eyes seem distant and her fingers fidgeting. I can’t do much but stare blankly. I suppose all I can offer is to encourage her, but I doubt my ability to do so.

“All right. This subject gets a little too heavy, so let’s move on.” She raised her head and looked at me, “Eula, you like reading books?”

“Um, at the beginning, my parents forced me to read them, but as time flies, I guess I do. How about you?”

“Yeah, I used to read them a lot, but I stopped doing that for quite a while now. What kind of book did they give you?”

However, before Eula can answer that, I cut her.

“Actually, scratch that. What kind of book you’re into? I rephrased that unless your parent gave you anything you’d like.”

“Haha, makes sense.” She laughed, “But I think I did like the books they gave me. Although it’s a shame that some parts of the history of my clan I kind of disinclined to learn, I do like our cultural background.”

“Oh… It’s not artificial enthusiasm, I hope. I’ve read a book about the Lawrence clan’s culture as well. It mentioned combat, etiquette, cooking, dance, art, and so on.”

Her eyes go round, “Really? I didn’t expect anyone outside the clan to know anything about our cultures. How did you manage to get it?”

Recalling how I got my hand on a book like that is funny, because it was nothing but an accident. The book slipped into the stack of books I borrowed, and I noticed it only by the time I got home.

Once I completed reading all of the books within a short span, I took the initiative to return them to the library. Surprisingly, instead of the librarian coming to retrieve the book, she designated it as if I were borrowing it again. I distinctly recall noticing her expression, and it was evident that she wasn't pleased, with the fact that I had accessed it.

“I borrowed it from the library.” I indifferently answered.

“You mean the library in The Knight of Favonius’ headquarters?”

“Uh, yeah, unless there’s another library in Mond that I didn’t know existed.”

“Wow. I’m surprised the librarian didn’t ban them.”

“Why? The Lawrence might prohibit people from learning about their knowledge because of aristocracy and stuff, but that was in the past. The Librarian didn’t mention anything about the book being outlaw.”

She squints her eyes when she hears my reasoning. I realize what I said probably denigrated her in a way, however,

“What you’ve read was definitely the real deal then, knowing that you noticed it was strictly off-limits.” She shook her head.

Oddly, her response wasn’t what I expected. On the contrary, there was a flimsy distress in her tone. I wonder what she thinks of herself as a Lawrence.

“What drives you to read about my clan’s cultural book, anyway? I highly doubt anyone finds it interesting learning anything about us.” She questioned as she subtly peeked at the emblem on her right shoulder.

I lift my head upward, “I don’t really remember since it’s been a while, but I think it was because I was curious about Mondstadt’s overall history.”

She hums when she hears my reply, “You sound like a nerd.”

“Well, I was a nerd,” I differed, “Which part got your interest, though? I thought you had enough of it.”

“Honestly, but not all of them made me feel that way. For example, the cooking curriculum teaches me to make some pastries I like, and the art section allows me to value their magnificence, like dance and music.”

Hearing that, I can’t help but feel astonished, “As expected of a noble heir. I bet you can do at least one of the two, if not both.”

Eula smirks wide and puts her hands on her hips, “Hehe, you bet. I got proper training for them. Maybe I can show you one day, supposing chance on your side.” She said before giving me a peek with one eye.

“Alright, looking forward to it.”

I stand and wipe my pants.

“Oh, are we heading back now?”

“Uh-huh, I have a plan after this. You coming?”

“Okay, it’s getting late anyway.” She followed along.

As usual, we walk back to the city together. On the way, we chatted for a while until we reached the front gate. And before we parted, I called her once again.

“Here. I almost forgot to return it to you. Thank you for lending me it.”

“You’re welcome. I don’t mind if you wanted to keep it, though.” She breathed, taking the small cloth, “You didn’t suffer anything, did you?”

I can tell her being genuinely concerned.

“Relax. It was nothing serious.”

“... Very well. But please, don’t keep quiet if you’re feeling unwell.”

“I didn’t know you were such a worrywart.”

“Wha-” Her face turned red, “I’m worried if anything happens to you, okay?!”

In case anyone else was nearby, I’m sure they wouldn’t believe what she just said. For others, this type of behavior may regarded as manipulation or act. However, regardless of everybody's opinions about Eula Lawrence, the fact she’s a nice person won’t change.

“I appreciate your sentiment, Eula. Thanks.”

The bluenette flinches, “Hmph! That doesn’t make things any better.”

“I apologize if I offend you with that.”

“Sometimes I couldn’t tell if you’re being serious, considering your facial expressions barely change.” She exhaled, “Whatever. See you tomorrow then, Morgan.”

A/N: Another interaction with Eula is here! Lore time!

• In Eula’s story Quest Part 3, she mentions that passing this knowledge to outsiders is strictly forbidden.

• Since we have no book regarding the Lawrence Clan yet in-game, I presume curriculums focusing mainly on combat, dance, cooking, and etiquette make sense for their aristocracy. Someone mentioned this, but I’m not sure how reliable it was.

• She canonically likes treats and making them.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.8:

Being Cautious

“You’re late, kiddo.”

That’s the first thing I heard when I arrived. The Alder Knight was waiting for my arrival near the tavern, standing against the wall and crossing her arms together. I mistimed our appointment, but I didn’t think of it as a big deal.

I agreed to meet her again this evening simply because I have something to do here. Whatever business she has with me, I’ll consider it an equivalent exchange. However, I have a feeling this meeting isn’t actually for her.

Slowly stepping towards her, I look around, then at the crowd near the entrance.

“Sorry, but you seem relatively free to me, ma’am.”

“Is that your excuse for being late?”

“I wouldn’t say so. It’s easy for me to lose track of time when I’m outside.”

“Hmm... You always headed back at three every time I accompanied you.” She objected.

“... Very observant of you.” I complimented before bowing my head, “Forgive me for being late, Mrs. Frederica.”

She remains still and doesn’t speak for a moment. I decided to apologize to her without giving any reason cause, at the end of the day, it’s nothing but an excuse. Besides, telling her I was hanging out with Eula would complicate the matter.

After being silent briefly, she finally talks and steps in my direction.

“Well, what matters is that you’re here now. Nonetheless, I’d appreciate it if you could be punctual in the future, Morgan.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I nodded.

“Let’s go inside. Everyone is waiting.” She walked ahead.

“Everyone...?”

As we enter Angel’s Share together, the racket attacks my ears. After adapting, I look around the tavern and see many people in uniform. Actually, I discern no one who’s not wearing a uniform except the bartender and the owner behind the counter. Diluc and Kaeya seem to be present as well.

This never occurred when I came here. I may be visiting Angel’s Share only a few times, but this view is kind of bizarre. And as always, everyone is too busy with their own business to notice us coming.

“What’s with the gathering? Birthday party?”

“Haha, nice one, but no. These guys are here after they finished a mission, so we booked the bar for tonight.”

“Well, I don’t remember that I got invited.”

“Worry not. I already asked Grand Master that you’ll join us.”

“... Right.” That sounds like a bad idea to me.

While I remain at the entrance door, she walks to the counter and greets her colleagues. Some gazes are directed at me a few moments later, which makes me uneasy. I ignore their stare by scanning the environment and individuals, both the first and second floors.

Nothing out of the ordinary on the first floor, but I can’t say the same for the latter. In my position, I can’t rely on my sight. All I can do is trust my hearing and power to do the check. I don’t want to miss anything, after all.

So far, so good.

“Morgan.” A voice called me.

Shifting my focus to the source, the blonde lady signals me to come closer. Softly exhaling, I did what she wanted. Both Mr.Crepus and the bartender are busy serving drinks to the Knights. Despite noticing me, their hands are still gripping either mugs, wines, or napkins.

As I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Mrs. Frederica solicits me to sit next to her. Probably waiting for her turn, she strikes up a conversation with me.

“The bartender and some wanted to meet with you.”

“Sounds like I gathered a few fans without me noticing.”

She blinks a few times before smirking, “You sure do have some humor in you. Relax, he said he wanted to say hi to you, and this opportunity is perfect. I’d even ask Jean to come along, and she should be here soon.”

“And why’s that?”

“Just you wait and see.” She giggled.

“Is this okay? I mean,” I paused as I looked around, “I thought tonight was special for you guys.”

“What are you talking about? Didn’t I say it’s a party? That’s why it’s better to have more people to garner.”

“Uh...”

The more I hear about this, the more I don’t think I should be here. The timing of this so-called party and my incoming is somewhat unsuitable. And to be honest, I’m sure I could hold off this meeting to another time, as I don’t think this is urgent or anything.

In the course of our conversation, I caught some people beginning to notice my presence. At first, I didn’t think much about it, but I realized something wasn’t right. Perhaps I’m just overthinking things. Mrs.Frederica and I keep chatting until the Bartender approaches us.

“Phew, finally done serving people.” He breathed, “Good evening, you two. What’d you like to order?”

“One iced apple cider and one dandelion wine, please. What yours?” She asked, looking at me.

“... I’ll have a glass of milk. With ice as well.”

Mrs. Frederica raised her eyebrows, “That’s it? Come on, order something to eat. It’s my treat.”

“Thank you, but a drink is more than enough.”

She shrugs and turns at the Bartender, “That’s all, I suppose.”

“Got it, coming right up.” He noted.

The moment he leaves, I hear the entrance door swing open. Mrs. Frederica and some others turn around to see who it is while I stay still. The person in question draws near in our direction as soon as Mrs. Frederica raises her hand to them.

“Good evening, everyone.” The blonde greeted everyone at the counter with a slight bend.

Those who notice greet her back with a smile on their face.

“Hey, dear. You just come in time. Come here, take a sit.” She patted her chair as she moved from it to the next one.

With that, Jean sits between me and Mrs. Frederica.

“Evening to you, too.”

“Whoa!” She yelped, “Morgan, I didn’t realize you were here already.”

I scoff, “I’ve mastered to become a ninja, I guess.”

“What?” Jean dumbfounded, “Well, long time no see. I hope you’re doing well.”

“Has it been that long for you to say that? It hasn’t been a week since the last time we met.”

Her jaw drops a tiny bit, hearing my reply.

“Obviously. You should at least meet your friend as often, you know?” Mrs. Frederica answered in her stead, and Jean nodded along.

Blinking a few times, I face forward and say, “Is that so? My bad. I didn’t want to interrupt you with your training session.”

“Come on, you can’t be serious. Surely you don’t think I spend my day to train all the time?”

“Hmm, I guess I understand your logic. Unlike Jean, you spend almost ten hours doing outdoor exercise.” Mrs. Frederica validated with a few nods.

“What?! Ten hours of exercise? Mother said you spent your day training recently, but for that long is beyond me.”

“Let me remind you, that’s including a break and journey back and forth as well. My stamina doesn’t complement that kind of cardio.”

Jean hums upon hearing my response. I figure Mrs. Frederica already knows about it since she has watched me a few times. After moments of waiting, the Bartender is back with our order and brings someone along with him.

A/N: Finally, back to our future Acting Grand Master and her mother. At this point, I put a little too much of Frederica here that I can’t wait to see how HY will do her!

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.9:

Worsen Symptoms

I shift focus to the drink I ordered while the mother and daughter chat. After taking sips, the navy-haired talks to me. I forgot that I might be busy enough to be here talking and not remember the main reason for being here in the first place.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you would visit this place in a row.”

“Mrs. Frederica said some people wanted to talk to me, so here I am. How are you holding, Kaeya?” I queried, still holding my glass of milk.

He looks in her direction, noticing she’s still busy talking. On the other hand, she seems to catch us speaking about her, so she smiles and waves her hand. When Jean wants to turn her back, her mother prolongs their exchange.

Safe to say, she implicitly tells us to leave her alone. Understandable.

“That’s what she said? You can say I’m alright. By the way, I heard you’ve been going out in the wilderness to do some exercise.”

“Nothing much to say, honestly. I am sightseeing out there because I’ve been in the city too long. As for why, I’ll say it won’t hurt to grow some muscles.”

“Haha, very funny.”

The Bartender, who has been looking at us for a while, starts to say something.

“Can I have your attention for a moment, Morgan?”

Both of us look at him in unison. Kaeya nods and moves away slightly as I reply,

“Sure thing, sir.”

“Just call me Charles. I want to say hi to you since you’ve been here a few times, and the first time we met, we didn’t get to know each other properly.” He elaborated, extending his right arm.

“I see.” I took his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Charles. I’m sorry I had to leave early the last time I was here. I was tired at the time.”

“Ahaha, I understand. I didn’t blame you for that.” He laughed, loosening the handshake.

“But you should at least say something before you leave.” Kaeya added.

“I guess you’re right.”

I didn’t think I needed to do so when Kaeya was outside, busy with something. Also, at that point, the Bartender had his hands full dealing with patrons. I’m not even joking when I said I was weary, knowing all that happened yesterday.

“Hey, hey~ What did I miss?”

“Nothing, ma’am. We haven’t talked much yet.”

“Good evening, you two. I hope you guys are doing well.” Jean welcomed them.

“What’s up, Jean.” Kaeya returned the greeting by raising his hand.

“Thank you, and evening to you too, Jean.”

I keep drinking and observe them as they talk to each other. Judging from it, Jean and Kaeya seem to know each other enough. I suppose that much is obvious since they’re from a prestige background.

Hmm, no, that’s not it. I feel like there’s something different between the owner and Kaeya himself. It’s a mere hunch, however.

Come to think of it, I wonder if Kaeya and Diluc have the same idea as Jean to join the Knight. I won’t be surprised if they do. If anything, I would be more shocked if they don’t. The former means there will be tough competition against me and them. Oh wait, Jean is younger than us, but still, the fact won’t change that it would.

“How are you doing, Morgan? Is everything alright?”

“You can say so. Why?”

“Glad to hear that you have recovered from your loss. I’d like to see you a while ago, but I couldn’t fit it into my schedule. I didn’t know what to say since, you know, we have yet to know each other. Your father came here quite often, you see. And he talks about you sometimes.” Charles confided with a compassionate tone.

“...”

I quickly cover my nose and mouth when I feel my head pounding. Thankfully, none find my movement is out of the ordinary. While ignoring my surroundings, I close my eyes and stand up from the chair.

“Please excuse me for a bit.” I turned around to the entrance and left.

However, when I’m outside, there are people around, so I run to the back of the tavern where no one is there. I rest my back against the wall and take a deep breath. Finally calming down, I take a small cloth out of my pocket.

My breathing growing heavier. As usual, my nose starts bleeding, and I wipe it up slowly, but for some reason, I find something is amiss. Half of my side view became crimson red. Everything on my right is nothing but red-colored.

Hesitatingly, I rub the corner of my right eye. My heart skips a beat when I see blood is now also coming out from my eye.

“Oh, sweet lord...”

These symptoms are escalating faster than I thought. I know I don’t have a lot of time, but this is beyond the pale. Is what I feared would happen? Am I gonna die before I can do anything? Okay, I need an answer.

[Feeling worried now, are we?]

“Will I die if this keeps up?” I panted.

[I’d say yes, but don’t worry.]

“What do you mean? I’m literally dying here.”

[If you die because of your own power, that would be ironic and pathetic. I won’t help you, but I can give you a tip.]

“What-”

[Keep it for now. We’ll continue next time. For now, don’t think too hard about it.]

Then there’s silence, a sign meaning he won’t keep this talk any longer. As much as I’d like to do the opposite, I have no choice but to listen to what he said. I feel better after a while. And I scrub my face with the handkerchief.

A/N: You know something is bad when you’re bleeding from the nose and eye, even though nothing hit you.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.10:

Inequality

I open the door and walk to my chair. Everybody was too occupied talking until I entered their peripheral view. Mr. Charles is the first one to welcome me back,

“Is everything okay, Morgan? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that topic up with you, especially not on this occasion.” He said regretfully.

“It’s fine. I just needed a breather since it’s packed with people here.”

“You sure? You look a little pale.” Jean asked in a concerned tone.

“Uh-huh. Everything is good.” I nodded.

“Anyway,” Mrs. Frederica chanted, getting our attention, “Morgan, I’d like to recollect your debt from last time.”

“I don’t remember that I owe you money, ma’am.”

“Well, you didn’t, but you owe me an answer.”

“Oh, you’re talking about that .”

“What are you two talking about? Don’t leave us out of the loop.” Kaeya interrogated.

“As you know, this little kid has been snooping out of the town to train without telling anyone why. And last night, I asked him about it, but our meeting got cut short.”

“Mom, I don’t think you should probe him like that.”

“He said he was okay with it, right?”

I nod, “You guys would find out any time soon anyway, so yeah.”

Jean’s skeptical of my answer, but has no choice but to take my word for it. However, despite that, I caught a glimpse of her being hopeful. Now they have their eyes on me, waiting for my explanation. I’ve prepared what to say to her question, but no matter how hard I try to cover it, the truth will surface one way or another.

“I merely want to see what I’m capable of since I have this.” I took out my vision from my back.

“An anemo vision, huh?”

“Woah, I didn’t know you had this.”

“You are blessed by the anemo archon, Morgan. Congrats!”

The three seemed surprised, knowing I had the eye of god. I’m not sure if showing people like this was a bad idea, but doing it once in a while won’t hurt.

“‘See what I’m capable of’ is it? You sounded cocky when you said that.” Mrs. Frederica smirked.

“My bad. That definitely wasn’t my intention.”

I think. Maybe.

“Haha, if you say so.”

“But what does it have to do with your training?” The blonde girl wondered.

“Nothing, actually.”

My response made them perplexed. However, before they can say anything, I continue as I put back my vision.

“My training is only my way to get myself in shape because I think I would do better if my physical improved.”

“Is that so?” Charles asked, looking in Mrs. Frederica's direction.

“Hmm, I know someone with a vision, and their physical abilities are average. They are capable enough of wielding elements without having a lot of strength.” She said, tapping her chin, “Your reason doesn’t sound valid to me.”

I tilt my head, “I don’t think so. I mean, there aren’t many vision bearers in Mondstadt, after all. Perhaps that doesn’t apply to every vision user.”

“Huh, fair, I guess.”

There’s a brief silence. I unintentionally brought it up because, apparently, this topic isn’t something I can bring up to anyone since not many can relate to it. I should keep in mind that not everybody gets the chance to access a vision. And, of course, I have zero intention of bragging about it.

“Why don’t we ask someone who actually has vision as well in here?” Kaeya spoke.

When he said that, I immediately knew who’s he talking about.

“Are you talking about young master Diluc, Kaeya?”

“Yup, we can ask him a thing or two if we want to know more about vision.” He nodded, “Wait here, I’ll go get him.”

He disappeared into the crowd.

“There he goes. I feel like we’re getting out of topic here.” The Bartender commented.

“You’re right.” Mrs. Frederica agreed before gulping her drink.

While we wait for Kaeya to return, suddenly, people call out the Bartender.

“Bartender, can I have a refill!?”

“I want one too!”

“We also want to order more, sir!”

“Okay, okay! One moment, please.”

Charles turns at us, putting his hand on the table after sighing.

“I’m sorry, but I gotta get back to work.”

“It’s alright.” I shook my head.

“He’s right. You better hustle before they make complaints.”

“Haha, very well.” He laughed, walking toward those people who called him.

“Best of luck, Mr. Charles!” Jean waved at his figure.

The ice in my drink started to shrink over our conversation, making the sweetness slowly dissipate when I took another shot. I can’t see my reflection when I look at the content of my glass. To be honest, my head still feels tingling with pain. However, I’m more worried than hurt.

“Oh, I need to leave you guys at the moment. I have things to say to my friends, so see you in a bit.”

“Understand, mother. Please send my regards to them.”

She smiles and moves to the other section, leaving only me and Jean. Drinking until the last drop, I put the glass on the table, and Jean began to say something.

“You know, I a little envious of you. I wish I also had a vision, just like you. Or Diluc.”

Peeking at her, I say, “... It probably sounds like a stupid question, but why?”

“Well, of course, I want it. I’m sure everybody does. It’s the archon’s blessing upon you, don’t you agree?”

I didn’t answer. That makes Jean turn her head to me with a confused expression and ask,

“What’s the matter? You seem like you have something weighing your mind.”

I sigh heavily, “So much for a blessing if it costs lives.”

She flinches, “I- I mean, isn’t the one what saved you?”

Blinking a few times, I stare at her. On the other hand, it renders her speechless before uttering a word.

“Sorry.” Jean looked down.

“No, I AM sorry. I was being a little aggressive about it.”

She slightly raises her head and watches me.

“Are you mad, Morgan?”

I wag my head, “Not really. It just, my experience getting the eye of god wasn’t a pleasant one.” I said before returning my vision to my back again

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you relive your bad memories.”

I can tell she’s feeling tense as she clasped her hands together, and her feet are fidgeting. I rest my chin on my hand as I look around us before returning her to my sight. Now, I notice her hands tremble a little.

“Who knows? Perhaps one day, you’ll get one for yourself. A vision, that is.”

“Huh?”

“Just like you said, I admit it’s one of many favors the archon gave us. While I bitterly get mine, someone like you could use one. After all, it would help you protect people, no?”

“Y- yeah. But, no one knows if the anemo archon will favor me with a vision.”

“Exactly, that’s what I’m saying. It probably sounds arrogant coming from a vision bearer like me, but I’d say you’re doing fine without it. Although, I would love to see that day come.”

She’s taken aback by what I said, “Thanks. I hope so.”

“How’s your sword practice going, by the way?”

It feels quite a while since none of the three rejoined during my chat with Jean about her training. She told me her training has gone smoothly so far, which isn’t much of a surprise to me. I wonder how she will react when she knows I changed my mind.

Fucking hypocrite.

I shudder at the thought.

“Hey, guys! I come back.” Kaeya returned with Diluc behind him.

“Hello, Jean. And you too, Morgan. I didn’t expect you two together.”

I nodded.

“Hi there. Mother has arranged for us to meet here, so please join as well.”

“Alright, don’t mind if I do.” He grinned, “Where’s Miss Frederica, though? I thought she was here?”

“She’s with her friends right now. I don’t know when she will join us, however.”

“I see.” Diluc acknowledged.

“So, where were we again? Something about vision, wasn’t it?”

“Is that why you wanted me to come along? You’re lucky I wasn’t busy. “

“Come on, you can ignore me, but not our friends, yeah?”

The red-haired exhales, “What is it, then?”

“Diluc, we’d like to know how you feel by having a vision.” Jean asked, doing the honor.

He was confused but answered quickly, “Well, great, I suppose. I feel more passionate about my goal now that I got my hands on it.”

The remaining kept quiet when we heard his short response. His answer was within my expectations, and he didn’t expound much on it unless he did study vision, which I doubt many do. But hey, it’s not hurt talking about it.

“What’s that look?” He narrowed his eyebrows.

“Uh...”

“Come on, Diluc. Is that all you have to say about the grace of the archon?”

“I- I don’t know! What do you expect me to say?!”

“Don’t ask me back. Morgan, how about you say something?” Kaeya faced me.

I was just listening to their conversation until he dragged me along. I thought they were busy enough talking so I could merely lend my ears, but no. I can feel my social battery is running low.

“Hmm, do you remember the difference between before you had a vision and after?”

“Let me think for a bit.” He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, “Maybe strength improvement? I feel stronger and more energetic, that’s for sure.”

“Really now?”

“Why did you guys ask, anyway?”

“Well, you see, our friend over here.” Kaeya pointed me with his thumb, “Apparently, he also has a vision, just like you.”

“What?!” He shouted, “That’s awesome! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I- don’t know?” I voiced.

“Please calm down, Diluc. Unlike you, he said he got it not long ago.”

“Oh, is that so? When?”

“When I almost died.” I apathetically replied.

“Oh. Oh...”

Since I wasn’t bothered to conceal with better words, the revelation quickly kicked into them.

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, thank you for answering my question. How about you two?” I diverted, looking at Kaeya and Jean.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m not so curious about a vision myself. Maybe Jean does?”

“I’m the same with you.”

With that, it concludes our topic about vision. None of us here are experts, so I felt it ended briskly.

“Jean, has your training going swiftly? I haven’t heard you or Miss Frederica talk about it.” Diluc questioned, changing the subject.

“Yes, it has. It is all thanks to Mother for organizing my training schedule.”

“Now, don’t cut yourself short. You’ve done well to keep up.”

“Hehe, thank you. How about your end? The test should be coming in less than two months.”

“You bet. I got everything under control.”

Kaeya and I silently listen to their conversation.

My guess was correct, then. Diluc aims to be a knight. That spells relief and trouble for me, but regardless, I should be glad that he does. Trusting my power’s perception, I can say that the exam would be a breeze to him. Another great contender for the Knight of Favonius, I believe.

“Those two seem close, yeah?” Kaeya murmured.

“I guess so. Speaking of the KoF, will you be entering the exam entry as well, Kaeya?”

“Maybe? But I’m not as fired up as him.”

“You sounded not so sure about it.”

“Well, it’s because I AM.” He shrugged, “And you?”

I ponder for some time. I could just say that I also have the same goal, but at the same time, I don’t have faith in my abilities. I don’t necessarily need to join them or any affiliation to reach my goal. Being independent is fine, but I’m worried it would take too much time.

Now that I’m aware the Knight will have them in the future, having someone like me seems irrelevant, especially someone who only cares about themselves. I’m afraid we’ll most likely get in each other ways.

“I don’t know.”

“What? Why?”

“As I said, I don’t know. I have nothing in my mind currently.”

“What a shame. A vision user like you should be a great addition to them.” He shook his head in disappointment.

“Having only one more wouldn’t help much, especially since there are some already in there. I’m not as talented as the two.”

The navy-haired flinches, “... Ah, I get your point. However, it wouldn’t hurt for you to try, no?”

I can only shrug at his question.

When we have different topics in two groups, Mrs. Frederica and Master Crepus walk toward us. Those three welcome them back while I pay them no mind. Under the table, I stare at my trembling hands and clench tightly.

“Hey kids, what’s going on here?”

“We were talking about each other hard work in order to prepare for the Knight of Favonius exam in a few weeks.” Diluc replied, and Jean nodded.

“Yeah? You’re my son. You have my full support on it.” The man patted his head with a smile, “And so you are, Kaeya. Don’t let yourself lose to him.” He did the same to the navy-haired boy.

After caressing their head, the owner looks at Jean.

“But, Jean. You haven’t met the age requirement for the test, have you?”

“Yup, she hasn’t. She needs to wait for another year to pass before she can register.”

“I see. Preparing at an early age, are we? As expected of the Alder Knight’s daughter.”

“You flatter me, sir.”

For sure, they’re closer than I imagined. I feel there’s no need for me to stay here any longer.

“Good evening, Morgan. How’s your evening here?”

Never mind.

“Evening to you too, master Crepus. It was lovely. Your sons have great hospitality for young patrons like me.” I stated.

He cackles, “Ahaha, is that so? I find it hard to believe, but if you say so.”

“No praise for me or my daughter?” Mrs. Frederica gave me puppy eyes.

“Mother!” Jean scolded in embarrassment.

“Thanks to you as well. You two have been an amazing company.”

The lady recoiled at my sincerity.

“But I must go now. It’s getting late already.”

“Leaving so soon? We barely talked about anything.” Master Crepus inquired.

“I’m sorry, sir. But we still have another time. Maybe...” I mumbled the last word.

“Alright, Morgan. There’s actually one more person who wants to speak with you, but he hasn’t come yet.”

“Please tell that person to feel free to meet me tomorrow. I’ll try to free my schedule, and thank you for your treat.”

“You got it. Stay safe.”

“Be careful on your way back, Morgan.”

“Make sure to come here next time.”

“See you next time, Morgan.”

I nod and raise my hand to them before turning my back. After taking a few steps, I stop at my track and face them for the last time.

“Is something wrong?”

“I just want to say, since you guys have the same objective, why don’t you train together?”

“!”

“Well, there might be a reason I’m not aware of, considering you haven’t done it until now. If so, please forget my suggestion. Excuse me.”

This time, I left the tavern.

I let out a sigh after closing the door. I wish I had the skill or power like them, but I realize we aren’t born equal.

I planned to step straight to the Church and take a nap. However, fate wanted me to suffer a little longer.

“Morgan?”

A/N: I have some things to deliver here. First of all, I don’t know if Frederica has a vision. The time the game tells me that she does, I’ll adjust some lines in this chapter. Second, Kaeya and Jean haven’t got their vision yet at this age.

Lastly, this spoiler for those who haven’t finished Inazuma AQ, while people (as in those who don’t have vision) are jealous of vision bearers, at the same time, they don’t let those blessed people affect their lives too much.

Vision isn’t common, and there’s very little detail about it. Even some smart people like Lisa and Albedo are curious about it, and so am I.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 3.11:

Last Lead

It hasn’t been a minute since I’ve been away from people, and yet, another one’s already coming my way. I shouldn’t be surprised, but here I am. The man standing ahead seemed to want to enter the tavern before he saw me.

“Good evening, Grand Master Varka. I believe you want to go inside?” I pointed at the entrance of the tavern behind me.

“Oh, evening to you as well. That’s what I planned. Are you returning?” He wondered.

“I’ve been in there for like three hours. That much should justify my action to leave now.”

“I’m aware of that because Frederica said you’ll be here, and I want to speak with you. Did she not tell you?”

“Really? No, I mean, she did. I just didn’t expect it to be you, sir.”

Grand Master sighs, “Anyway, now that you know, do you mind staying a little longer?”

It doesn’t take long for me to answer,

“I apologize, but why don’t we talk while walking to the Church? I feel spent today.”

“I was just there, though.” Hu mumbled, “Very well, let’s do it your way.”

He turns around and starts walking while I tail narrowly behind him. Our walking pace is moderate, and we’ll probably reach the Church in ten minutes. To my surprise, the Grand Master didn’t instantly start talking, something holding him back from doing so.

At first, I didn’t have a clue what he had for me, but seeing him being reticent gave me enough hints to figure it out. I can’t help my anticipation rising. However, in case I was wrong, I kept my expectations low.

“And, what is it that you want to chat with me, sir?”

“Right, let’s cut the chase. I have two matters I want to talk with you. Good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?” He raised two fingers.

Thinking for a second, I voice, “Let’s hear the good news first.”

“As you have noticed, or probably not, we hold a small party considering we accomplish a mission. The mission itself was basically eradicating some bandits. Classic criminals, you know? They caused trouble for citizens, but that was not just it. We also got a lead about your suspects' whereabouts.”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean by ‘suspect’?”

“Are they not? We did match what you described back then, but until you validate them yourself, the best we can do is to categorize them as suspects instead of perpetrators.” He clarified.

“I thought we did match their names as well?”

“I know, but you were the only witness that we had. Objectively, we can’t be sure with such little evidence. I hope you understand where I’m coming from.”

“Hmm, fair. I don’t even know if the one who killed my parents was actually this Kenny-man.” I voiced, “Does that mean their whereabouts are the bad news?”

Grand Master Varka simply nodded.

“Where is it, anyway?”

“Fontaine.”

Our conversation brought us to the stairs to the Anemo Archon’s Statue. During our talk and walk here, we passed some people. But thankfully, none eavesdropped. My little stalker, however, seemed quite persistent about it. Nonetheless, I doubt they heard clear what we said.

Pondering what Grand Master told me, my brain doesn’t come up with many things. I barely have any knowledge about other nations. I mean, I shouldn’t rely on my introvert ass. Still, I have a general idea of what kind of nation Fontaine is, or was, based on a book.

“Do you mind elaborating why their position in Fontaine holds bad news?”

Unexpectedly, he sighs, “I’ll try to make it short. Finding their exact location will most likely take a while, knowing sending for a small search group in a country isn’t an easy task, and Fontaine itself is quite the distance. But we can ask the Garde to help us. However, counting on another party usually means we cannot expect their utmost cooperation since they have their hands filled with their own issues.”

“Huh...” I breathed, “Okay, I guess I get your point here. But,”

We finally arrive at the entrance of the Church, yet we don’t go inside right away since there’s a little more to unravel. There are still a few people there, so we go slightly further. Grand Master Varka leans against the balustrade while I stand straight from him.

“There’s still more, isn’t it?”

“Haha, yeah. Bear with me a little longer, yeah?” He laughed, shifting to his usual temperament.

“Around early new year, I’ll conduct a voyage to Liyue and, in all likelihood, take a month or so. So I need to take my hands off your case to prepare for and during that, which is why I hope you can forgive me.”

I heavily sigh, “Honestly, I think it’s best for you to do so.”

“Oh, what do you mean by that?”

“I’m grateful for all the efforts you and everyone have put into it, but I don’t want you guys fixated on it when you can do something more, I don’t know, meaningful, perhaps? There’s no need for you to worry about me.” I suggested.

“Are you- sure?” He seemed amazed.

“Of course.”

“Wow. Are you saying you already let go of what happened?”

“Not completely, but someone once told me not to dwell on the past too much.” I shrugged.

Suddenly, he bends his knee and puts his hands on my shoulders.

“That’s good, Morgan. It might be hard to let go of it, but I’m glad you don’t let your hatred control you. I’m proud of you, and you have my support for it.” He looked me right in the eyes.

I gently push his hands, “You flatter me, sir. It’s nothing praise-worthy, in my opinion.”

“That’s not true, kid. I am rather impressed you can overlook your bad memories in a short period. Not many can do that, especially youth like you.”

“Well, thank you. I assume you don’t have anything else to say? I feel sleepy right now.” I said as I rubbed my eyes.

“Just one last thing.” He stood.

I wait for him to continue.

“Among those crooks, one of them was a young girl. She’s around your age. Given that she has grown with them, I’m sure you get my point.”

“Uh, I should be careful around her?”

“Well, I don’t think you need to go that far. I wanted to give her rehabilitation in Mondstadt by placing her here, and I wish you to help by getting along with her.”

That sounds like a tall order for me, “I see. I’ll do what I can.”

“Heh, that’s good enough. You may go. Thank you for listening.”

“Don’t mention. I’ll go inside. Good night, sir.” I excused myself as I bowed my head.

“Yeah. Good night.”

With that, I entered the building and departed with the Grand Master. I walk inside and to my room while relaxing my shoulders. On one of the benches, I can see the Seneschal sitting, and upon closer look, a young girl is sleeping on his lap.

He signals me to lower my voice, which he thought I planned to talk to him, but I didn’t. I merely nod at him before going to my room, as I don’t want to wake the girl. However, the moment I touch the knob of the door, I pause because I notice someone is in there.

Carefully and slowly, I open the door. In there, I see a young female of almost the same height as me standing near the closet. The room was a little dark since the light was off with only the window open. Despite that, I can see her coldly glimpsing at me, covered by her long hair.

We’re awkwardly silent, so I switch on the light and close the door.

“Uh, hi?”

She didn’t reply. Instead, she approached me. I knew her intention, but it happened so quickly. By the time I realized she was standing in front of me with a sharp object in her hand.

“Are you the owner of this room?” Her voice was distant.

“I am not. I’m only staying here tentatively. Can I kindly ask you to lower that and tell me who you are?”

“And if I don’t?”

“Hmm, I’d say you will. You wish not to harm me.”

We lock on staring at each other until she backs away. I let out a sigh of relief and covered my throat. Once again, my power saved my day.

Oh, man. I would shit my pants if she actually meant to hurt me.

“Don’t you have anyone to teach you a manner of knocking before entering?” She questioned, putting her weapon behind her.

“This is MY room. Who are you? And why are you here?”

“I was just looking around. Nice decoration.” 

I barely even touch the room.

“Trying to crack a joke, huh? You haven’t answered my question.” I remained in front of the door.

“Rosaria. You are?”

“I presume you’re the one Grand Master Varka mentioned. Call me Morgan. Nice to meet you, Rosaria, and I must say, entering rooms without permission isn’t a respectable hobby.”

“I got the Master of the Church’s permission.” She shrugged, closing her eyes.

If she meant The Cardinal Daybreak with that name, then she isn’t wrong, but that’s a bit weird way to call him.

“Forget it. I need you to leave.”

“Gladly.”

She starts walking as I watch her making her way to the door. As she passes me, I hold her arm. She instinctively slaps my hand away and shoots me a frown.

“Before you do that, I want you to return what you took.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You can’t fool me. I know you picked something from this room. Do I have to be specific about it?” I pressed.

She remains quiet. As someone raised by bandits, I’m pretty sure she can kill me. Not to mention, the archon blessed her with a vision. Fortunately, my power tells me she bears no malicious intent on me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare to corner her.

“Hmph. Here.” She tossed something at me, “How the hell did you know?”

“Intuition.” I joked as I estimated the content in the small bag.

“So? Are you going to report me or what?”

“I’ll look away this one time. I’m tired, so do you mind leaving? For real this time.”

“If you say so.” She left the room.

After locking the door, I change my attire and close the window before falling asleep.

A/N: I think (and I hope) what Rosaria did wasn’t that out of character. Imagine being attacked and seeing your people get killed (probably) by the Knight, and they brought you back to their home. Safe to say, at first, she would think of herself as a prisoner or sort.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 4.0:

A Momentary Visit

Thanks to my nervousness, I was awakened in the middle of the night. And I can’t even return to my slumber, so I prepare for the day. Take a shower, change clothes, and wear my shoes. I plan to visit since there’s still time before dawn comes.

Opening the window, I poke my head and dart my eyes left and right. After making sure no one is outside, I sneak out of the window before closing it back. There are a few knights nearby, but luckily, none are in the way where I want to go. I make my way by crouching to the graveyard.

Arriving there, I try to open the gate. But, of course, it’s locked.

I sigh, “I knew it.”

I have an idea, but that is a bit risky. This is another good chance to put my training with my vision into motion. Taking a deep breath, I bend one knee and focus on my feet. I shoot open my eyes and leap forward to bypass the gate. My calculation was off, making me trip on my landing.

“Agh, shit. My posture was off, and I jumped too high.” I stood and cleaned myself.

“But hey, that worked. Well, I did this before, so,”

At least my calculation to avoid stepping on the graves was perfect. Checking my area, I still see nobody, plus my power assures none is tailing me. With that, I approach my parents’ grave. I sit between their graves, crossing my feet, and hold my arms together.

“Hey, Dad. Hey, Mom.” I caressed their tombstones gently before holding my arms back.

“I- I’m so sorry. It took me this long to visit you guys. Lately, I’ve been- No, no. That’s just an excuse. I should open up more since I’m talking with you two instead of anyone else.”

I breathe out.

“Let’s start again. Forgive me for taking so long to visit. I was just very down that you left me behind, and- I’m scared. I don’t know how to face you when I’m the only one who survived that mishap. I felt I cheated on that, especially after making a deal with an unknown entity for my personal goal. Or was it? I don’t know. I didn’t know what compelled me to accept their offer. Was it hatred? Perhaps, I’m not sure.”

“I know their offer did not mention anything about reviving you guys, but I feel guilty and responsible for what happened. I simply thought I should’ve refused instead. At the same time, I couldn’t just let go of it that easily. I couldn’t forgive that man just like that.”

I start to lose control of my breathing, and my throat suddenly feels dry. Yet, I keep going.

“That sounded selfish, now that I think about it. I know. Both of you wouldn’t like me to take revenge. If anything, you two would give me a long and earful lecture on me.”

“Maybe that would contain my hatred.”

I shake my head and look at my dad’s tomb.

“Please don’t give me that look, Dad. I wouldn’t justify my actions. Not now or ever. I already dip my feet in the ocean, then I might as well drown myself, no? When the time comes, whether I succeed or fail, feel free to be mad at me. For once in a while, I’ll gladly listen to it.”

“But rest assured, I do not plan to fail. After all, somehow, my hatred hasn’t thoroughly blinded me. I know what to do and what I need to do. It’s definitely take a while, but I’ll get there. Just like you always taught me, always keep my head cool.”

I move my head to my mom’s.

“You as well, mom. People I met so far have been treating me very nicely, and some even were too nice, in my opinion. They took care of me, protected me, and a lot more to list. You taught me to treat others well, so don’t worry, because I will. Try, at least. Don’t expect too much on me, though, okay?”

“Right. I guess I talked long enough, so it’s time for the main topic.”

I crouch, fold one of my knees, and put my arms on their graves while looking downward.

“Please look after me. Today might be the day death knocks on my door. I’ve been exercising and preparing my heart for something like this. However, there’s still doubt in me. How can I not? This will be my first fight, after all.”

A gentle yet strong wind bumps into my face and body, flowing through my hair. I feel better now that I have vented everything in my mind.

“Well, wish me luck. I’ll bring flowers next time.” I curved my lips, leaving those two.

A/N: Nothing to say in this, to be honest.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

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Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 4.1:

Assassin

The sky remains dim, and the chilly air is beginning to seep through my jacket, penetrating my skin. Vapor escapes with each exhale, forming a mist before me. I rub my hands together in an attempt to stave off the cold. Despite the discomfort, I remind myself that I won't be here much longer, so I endure for a little while longer.

Looking at the gate, I see two men walking outside and standing on the sides. Since I’m leaning against the tree close to the gate, they notice me almost immediately.

“Good morning, Morgan!”

“Hah, you sure are early today.” He yawned.

“Morning’ to you, too.” I greeted them back, “I guess so. Just feeling for it today.”

“Haha, quite diligent one, aren’t you? Unlike someone I know.”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that.”

Those two almost bantered like usual in the morning had I not interrupted.

“Anyway, can I ask you a favor?”

The couple looked at me in confusion.

“Oh, sure. What is it?”

“I want you to give this piece of paper to Mrs. Frederica when she’s looking for me.”

I give it to them, and they take it with question marks on their heads.

“No problem, but why?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you wait for her instead?”

“Thanks. I’d love to, but I have to go now.” I stepped back from them.

“Alright. I suppose we can do that, but what if she’s not looking for you?”

I prepare to leave, “You guys can throw it, then. Bye.”

After bidding them goodbye, I jog my way out of the city.

…

After some time, I arrive at the coast under Stormbearer Points. But I haven’t stepped foot on the sand yet because behind me is woods. I look at every high peak where I could see myself if I were there.

After checking everything I need, I take a deep breath and relax my muscles for the last time. Despite that, my nervousness remains unchanging. Regardless, I have to do this.

“You seem troubled, kid.” A voice came from behind me.

I quickly pivot myself, “Who’s there!?”

The person in question didn’t answer and kept approaching me step by step. Consequently, I follow his pace by walking backward. We keep going until I almost get cornered. Neither of us takes any action.

I can’t see his face because he’s wearing a mask, but I can tell we look at each other in the eye. His full black attire with crimson silhouettes and something eye-catching on his chest got my attention. Let’s not forget his blade sticking to his right arm.

Oh man, this is such a red flag, isn’t it?

“Who are you?”

“Morgan Friedrich. They sent me to deal with you. I wonder if that’s because of your vision?” He put his arm on his hip.

“... What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself.” He raised his hands, “For someone blessed by the archon, you are a reckless kid. I couldn’t tell either because you’re confident in yourself or you’re so ignorant. Doesn’t matter in the end.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Hmph! I’ll say this once. Surrender yourself.” He said in an arrogant tone.

“What if I say no?”

“Then you won’t like how this is going to end.”

No matter my chosen option, this won’t end well for me. I control my breathing because my hands and feet are trembling a little. At this point, I don’t care if it’s the cold or fear. I keep observing his movement with no motion or voice.

My ears filled with my heartbeats’ echo.

“Hoi! How about answering my question, you punk?!”

“...”

“I see. Die, then.”

He bolts his way towards me as fast as his declaration. Swiftly swinging his right arm, I barely manage to duck. But the follow-up landed on my right cheek, putting distance between us. Thankfully, I reduced the damage by putting my left arm to guard. I lie on the ground and try to stand, but he dashes toward me with a kick on my gut.

“Guh…!”

The pain troubles my breathing, resulting in me coughing continuously.

He stands right beside me, “Stand up. You think you can take me?”

I force myself to stand. Once again, I rest by bending my body with my hands on my knees. Instanously, I pick the knife on my hip and send it towards him. He dodges with ease and counters with a punch to my face.

I’m lying on the water when I collect my senses. He hit me right on the nose, and as a result, I could feel my eyes getting moist. I blink a few times to count how much damage I have already.

Three. Only three times, and yet, I can feel the pain through my body.

“You shouldn’t have refused. But if you give up now, I’ll spare you.”

So far, this has gone worse than I anticipated.

Bathing in the seashore and ignoring my injuries, I inhale deeply and exhale before getting on my feet. I nearly stumbled, but I steadied myself. I take a stance since, fortunately, my arm didn’t let go of the knife.

He wags his head in disappointment, “Foolishness.”

Instead of dashing, he takes his time pacing toward me. He provokes me by not attacking me even though I’m within his range. Having no choice, I strike first. Expectedly, he grabs my arm and lifts me high. Then he hit my face back and forth with finisher on my stomach and let go of me.

This time, I land on my feet, but with the help of my arm. I’m on my knees to let myself rest and recover. However, I’m starting to lose focus and pant heavily. He closes the gap between us.

Raising his blade in the air, “This is the end.” He said before dropping it at high speed at my head.

I drift my body slightly to the left. The blade connects to my shoulder, leaving a deep cut. My blood sprays a lot upward from the wound. When his blade departs my torso, I see it as an opportunity to strike. I drop the knife and dig some sand to throw it at his face with my barely functioning right arm. Only a little slip in his eyes, but that gives me enough time.

I jump and rush at him with my left side as a cushion to push him away and give him a side smack with all my strength. With that, I distance myself from him before he can bounce back. I straighten my body and hold tightly my right shoulder with my left arm.

“Tsk! Cheap trick.” He barked.

“Haa… Haa…”

Great, that did nothing to him, and my right side is pretty much useless now.

Spending no time rest, he charges at me and sends his leg to my side. I take one step back and drag my left arm inside before pushing it forward with anemo force.

“Hmph!” He blocked it with his hands.

I expand the gap between us, albeit not much. The man bends a bit and presses his stomach until he gets up while I clutch my shoulder, watching him. My breathing starts getting heavier, and my limbs are shaking.

Fuck, it’s hurt!

I hiss, looking at the wound as my hand is covered in blood. I notice he makes his move. When I look at him again, he lunges at me with more speed than before to slash me vertically. I narrowly evade his attack, but it causes me to fall on my bum.

He followed it with a kick. In order to not get hit, my only escape is to drop myself backward. When I lay on the shallow part of the coast, his next move is to stomp on my face. However, I roll to the side and stop in the crouch position.

Unfortunately, I did it prematurely. So, I couldn’t evade his next move. He quickly catches on to me and grabs my throat before running onward to bring us on land and fling me away. I try to stand, but I have a hard time doing it.

Instead, I face him, only to find him nowhere in sight. I dart my eyes all around, but it’s futile. I see no trace of him, yet my power says he’s standing ahead of me. For the last try, I eventually can get up.

So he can make himself invisible, huh?

He gets around me swiftly on tiptoe, trying to find an opening. His movement barely produces noise, but I can still tell his exact position, thanks to my sonar, so I look around to fake panic.

As I predicted, he gets behind me. Approaching me slowly, he reveals himself right before he swings the blade at me. For the second time, I duck and kick his ankle to make him lose balance, which works since it seems he didn’t expect me to dodge his attack.

I pronto aim for his face with my left arm. To my surprise, he blocks it with his hand. However, that covers most of his view on me, so I separate us with a spurn to avoid his counter. We stand still from each other.

“You, you avoided that?”

“You were just too predictable, I guess.”

“Bullshit! If that were the case, you wouldn’t have the time to strike back.”

“Well, I wouldn’t let a chance like that slip away.”

Obviously, he didn’t take my words easily.

“I knew it. You did something, didn’t you? Something you hide from people.”

“Huh, sounds like you’ve done your homework. Should I praise you or something?”

We stroll to the side, making a circle without making additional distance. In this chat, I take my time to recover as much as possible and pressure the wound on my shoulder while he tries to dig for more information about me.

“Don’t get cocky. I’ve inflicted you with a deep cut and a lot more. You, on the other hand, haven’t given me at least notable damage.”

“A shame for me to admit, but you’re right.”

He paused for a moment before continuing,

“You’re more relaxed now than you did at the start.” He commented.

“Because I actually knew you were going to act today.”

“What?”

He stops moving, and so am I. His tone of disbelief suggests he believes what I said. I planned not to say much, but it seems necessary now, knowing all my injuries need more time to heal. After all, we’re in a pretty secluded place and far from people. I detect nobody except us within a radius.

“Before I continue, I should ask you something first. Did you know I noticed you stalked me ever since you started?”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Your choice. I just decided to act today despite after all this time.”

He remains silent.

“If anything, I’m more curious why YOU didn’t do anything to me until now. I’m sure you would find it easier doing it then than now.”

“There was a Knight that kept an eye on you.”

“Indeed. But then, it was more often for me to go out alone than with her, wasn’t it?”

“They told me to be careful. I didn’t know what they meant about that, even now. And even after spending a long time, I find you’re nothing I should worry about.”

He keeps mentioning ‘they’, I wonder if the one he meant was his boss or something.

“Now that I got a closer look and fighting you, I sense something within you. But I can’t really put my finger on it.”

“Surely that doesn’t mean you’re scared of me?”

“As if. I was more interested in why they wanted your death. Now it seems like they misjudged you.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I wonder why, too.”

“I honestly don’t know.” He waved his hand, “Your turn. How did you know I’ll operate today?”

We continue walking.

“To be honest, all I did was stalk you back. The day before yesterday, I realized you were following longer than usual. You even visited the tavern with me without concerning yourself with the available Knights.”

“The fact you spotted me there makes me believe your previous statement. I’ll give you that.”

“Anyway, after you finished, I carefully tailed you. We ended up in Whispering Woods, and you met with someone there while I listened to your conversation from a distance. Once I heard what I needed, I took my leave. I got trouble going back, though.” I mumbled the last part.

“How ironic. I couldn’t believe you got away with that. I suppose we were too carefree at the time.” He shook his head.

This time, he stops and faces me but doesn’t close our gap. I thought we finished chatting, but I was wrong.

“With everything you said, am I correct in saying you have a keen sense?”

“Who knows?”

“I see. It’s a shame someone like you should die.”

“Funny of you to say that.” I shrugged, “I got one more question if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll humor you for the last time. Ask away.”

“You said I could surrender myself if I didn’t want to end like this. What if I chose that option? What would happen to me?”

“I’ll bring you back to our HQ.” He answered.

Hmm. That’s not what I expected, but I’m not amazed.

“What? Are you perhaps interested in taking the offer now?”

“After all of this? In your dream.” I sighed.

“Heh, thought so.” He scoffed before taking a stance.

I slightly bend my knees and twist my body sideways. Putting my rights in front, I clench my left hand. I’m still feeling a lot of pain. It makes me hard to move. I doubt I can last much longer.

“Good, brace yourself.” He said.

“Let me tell you something. I haven’t gone all out yet. Now, I think you deserve it out of respect. So, show me what you got, Morgan Friedrich.”

I gulp as I prepare myself.

He raises his right arm to the side at shoulder level and sways it inside. I keep focusing on him until I sense something coming at me with a high speed from my left. I step backward to dodge, but it still manages to slash me in the belly, albeit a shallow one. The cut’s feeling hot.

Before I can register what happened, he dashes right at me and grabs my neck. Lifting me higher, he points the blade at point-blank range. I try to resist with one hand by holding his arm.

“Urgh!”

“Do you get it now? You don’t stand a chance against me, especially since you can’t even move your right arm anymore.”

“Cool- trick. I didn’t know- you can throw- your blade like- that.” I struggled.

“That was only one. You’re lucky I used only one enhanced blade.”

“Good- to know.”

I try to lift my body with my left hand by using his. I can barely inhale much air to keep it in my lungs and hold it. Meanwhile, he pulls the blade deeper and says,

“Goodbye, kiddo.”

He pushes the blade at my throat. Simultaneously, I puff my cheeks and blow all the air I was holding at him with the buff of anemo, resulting in forcing his blade to fail to cut my neck and staggering him.

In that small window, I compel my right arm to move and pick another knife on my back. I jabbed his left hand right below the wrist, and thus, he let go of me. To slow the fall, I cling to his hand and draw my foot to the back before delivering the final blow at his jaw, combined with anemo energy.

He grunts while holding his left hand and keeps walking backward a few steps. I land on my feet, maintaining the gap between us. Those attacks proved to be effective.

“Goddamit! Fuck!” He cursed.

Then he releases his hand and does the same thing as before. The same thing happens. But this time, multiple blades move at higher velocities and bear higher energy and heat. Suddenly, I hear my ears buzzing.

Before I can even look, one of the blades hits my left eye and nose bridge. It was so fast that the pain registered late in my brain. However, I dismiss it and crawl lowly. The next thing I realize, he runs at me with an ignited blade.

I’m too slow and weak to recover from crawling to stand, and he swings the fire blade approaching my side face. I put my right hand with the support of my left to prevent it from connecting to my head. I can feel the heat before it can even land on my hand. As soon as it touches,

*CLICK*

I kick the ground with the force of anemo and headbutt his chest, throwing both of us quite far. I roll my body as soon as I hit the ground. The abrupt momentum makes my head dizzy, I have trouble standing.

My whole body feels numb. Trying to get up with the help of my right hand, I trip and drop to the ground again. Using my left, I finally get on my feet but immediately fall to sitting on my feet. My legs have no strength.

I look down and see my bottom part is quivering. Touching my left face, I wince due to the pain. My left eye seems broken. I force my right arm to move by bringing it up. I gasp the moment I notice above my elbow is missing, dripping blood.

The moment I grasp the situation, a fresh wave of pain surges from my stomach, coursing through my entire body. I find myself airborne before being struck squarely in the face. Only then do I realize what's happening. Collapsing onto the sand, I lie there immobile, gasping for breath as my brain begins to register the full extent of the agony I'm enduring. Summoning the last bit of strength within me, I attempt to stand but to no avail as I remain motionless on the ground.

“Stupid kid. Resorting desperate moves like that.”

His blade cuts the air towards me, but,

*CLANK*

“Khh!” He got knocked back.

Coming to my senses, I see someone else standing in front of me, with their back facing me.

“Morgan! You still there?!”

I want to answer, but I can’t. And I don’t have the strength to move a muscle. Everything feels fuzzy until I lose consciousness.

[...]

…

He remains motionless. Without a doubt, he suffers heavy damage.

I look at the person standing ahead of me while pointing my sword at him.

“How dare you!” I frowned.

He stares at me, but I catch him quickly peek at Morgan.

“Tch. This not supposed to happen.”

I was about to charge at him, but unexpectedly,

“This is as far as it gets, huh?” He said before running through the woods.

Before I can even give him a chase, I hear coughing behind me. I quickly turned my head to Morgan and realized it was his. I sheathed the sword before I crouched and grabbed his shoulders,

“Morgan! Are you okay?”

No, that was a stupid question, Frederica.

Morgan blinks a few times, and his mouth agape a little as if he’s absent-minded. I patiently wait for him to collect his thoughts. After a while, he blinked a few times before asking,

“Mrs. Frederica? Why are you here?” He raised himself to sit.

“I’m here because of your message! Are you hurt?”

He observes his body, “I guess not.”

Despite him saying that, I can’t believe it. After all, his clothes are in a rough condition, not to mention the crimson color on some parts. His shoulder and the weird cut on his right sleeve are the most conspicuous.

I gently touch his shoulders, arms, neck, and face to examine his condition further. Morgan didn’t comment or refuse during my check. I pay attention to his expression to avoid accidentally hurting him and see if he hides the pain, but his face remains flat.

“Uh, are you done, ma’am? It’s a little embarrassing for me.”

Morgan is literally bathing in blood, but I couldn’t find any form of injury. I release him.

“You SURE you’re alright?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

Standing up, I say, “Can you stand?”

I help him to stand on his feet. It was subtle, but I noticed he was troubled had I not supported him. It also comes to my attention his clothes are wet.

“Phew. I feel tired for some reason.”

“Let’s head back then. We need to check on your condition, AND you get a lot of explanations to do.” I emphasized.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, and thank you.” He bowed his head.

“Eh?” I moaned, “What for?”

“You saved me, remember? If you didn’t come, I probably would be dead by now.”

Oh, right. Wait, that’s not what I was asking.

I sigh, “Well, save it. We’ll discuss it on our way back.”

He nodded, and we returned to the city side to side.

A/N: The first action chapter so far! I admit it was somewhat clunky, but I hope you like it. Not to mention this was rather long as well. I planned to release it last week but got distracted by HSR.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

Chapter Text

Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Act 1 Chapter 4.2:

Being a Target Means

As I make my way back with the Alder Knight, I inspect every part of my body. I can see with my eyes again, and the cut on my right shoulder is closed. Meanwhile, my right limb has grown back as I move my fingers.

It's intriguing to observe my injuries heal so rapidly, almost as though nothing occurred. Not to mention, my clothes are ragged as well. I lost both of my knives, however.

“How are you feeling?” The blonde knight gave me a peek.

“Ugh, I blacked out for a second there, so I don’t really remember.”

She hums, “I could be crazy, but I saw you were bleeding. Some torn parts on your clothes prove something to cut through you. Do you have a healing ability or something?”

“I wish I could.” I wagged my head, “When he was about to strike a finishing blow at me, I lost consciousness. Once I got to my senses, you were there before me.”

“Well, I vouch for that. I saw your face like you weren’t in there.”

“What happened to him, anyway? Did you chase him off?”

“Sorry, he got away. I wanted to pursue him, but I set you as my priority.”

“I’m grateful that you came to save me.” I bowed my head to her.

“Don’t mention it. I’m also glad you’re okay.”

After reaching the city, she insisted we go to the Church as soon as possible to give me a check-up. I obediently follow her as we pass through the folks. Thankfully, only a little paid attention to us as we headed there.

Mrs. Frederica told me to wait in my room after she briefly explained what had happened to the Seneschal and wait for the doctor to show up. I change my clothes as soon as I enter my room. When done, all I need to do is wait for people as I sit on the edge of the bed.

As I let out a big exhale,

[Seems like you got a lot to explain to them.]

“It’s part of the plan. I got this.”

[Sure you do. You fought terribly, though.]

“Tell me about it. But you know, I’m still alive. That’s all that matters.”

[Because your objective was to survive until she arrived.]

“For first battle experience, plus healing everything, including the damage caused by my sonar? That sounds too good for me to pass on it now that I think about it.” I leaned back.

[Not many have the kind of mentality you do. What’s your impression of it then?]

“Well, I’m not gonna lie. It was thrilling.” I halted, “Talk to you later. Thank you for offering me the gamble, anyway.”

Our conversation gets cut short when I notice people are coming. Soon, the door opens, revealing the Seneschal, a nun, and a man, who I assume is the doctor. They come in one after another, and the sister has a tray on their hands while the doctor holds a briefcase.

“Morgan, how are you doing? I’ve brought the doctor with me.”

“I am alright.” I nodded at him.

The doctor approaches me, “Good to see you, Morgan. I was surprised when someone came to my doorstep in the morning. I heard you got attacked, huh? Let’s check on your physical condition first.” He said before putting down his briefcase and taking out his equipment.

“Is your stomach feeling empty? I made you some porridge. Eat it while it warms.”

“My thanks, sister Victoria. I’m sorry to trouble you this early.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll put everyone's tea here.” She stepped close and put the tray on the table before excusing herself.

As soon as she leaves, I  see Mrs. Frederica and some people waiting outside the room. However, they remain there as they wait until my examination finishes. The Seneschal then closes the door to stop outsiders from looking inside.

I look at the doctor when he puts on his latex gloves. After that, he picks up a chair to sit on, whereas Father Seamus is standing nearby. For some reason, I feel like I’m going to be tortured or something.

“Are you ready?”

“Please be gentle.”

The doctor raises his eyebrows, “Haha, rest assured. It's just a check-up, it won’t hurt.”

He comes close to me and begins the inspection, starting by asking me to open my mouth wide, then my eyes, reviewing my heartbeat and pulse, and lastly, pressing parts of my body. However, no matter where he touches me, I sense no pain.

“Still no?”

I shake my head. The doctor then gets up and writes something in his paper. After he finishes, the Seneschal starts to ask him,

“How is he, doctor?”

“To be frank, I see nothing wrong with him. There are no indications of any concerning issues, and his organs seem to work as intended. Overall, he’s in excellent condition.”

“A- are you sure? How about his wound? Like under his garment.” The Seneschal implored in skepticism.

“That’s unlikely. Morgan would react to my taps if he retains any damage. I checked everywhere but found he didn’t show any sign of being in pain.” The doctor disclaimed.

“Is that so…”

I picked up my food when those two discussed my condition. I agree with the doctor’s claim that I haven’t felt this well in a while, except my body feels a bit tired. I figure that’s because I haven’t had breakfast yet.

My mind appears to be a lot clearer than previously. There’s no doubt that the restoration fixes my body in a perfect state. However, I know this won’t stay long since the last time I was in this state was over a month ago. Almost done chewing my food, the doctor stands up.

“I’ll be excusing myself. Morgan, keep your healthy routine and eat properly to maintain your well-being. Also, don’t forget to rest enough.” The doctor advised before stepping out.

“Thanks, doc.” Both of us expressed our gratitude.

The Seneschal and I remain in the room, quiet but gazing at each other. Feeling uncomfortable, I decided to ask him.

“Is something the matter?”

“Are you really questioning me, Morgan?” His tone was rather solemn.

“I know you have something to say, but I’m no psychic. I don’t know what you’re-” My sentence got cut off.

“Why?!”

I foresaw it coming, but the Seneschal almost made me jump when he abruptly raised his voice. He even straightens his body as he glares at me. This is the first time I have seen him get mad at me, yet I worry not about it too much.

“I told you not to wander beyond the city without a guardian! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I heard you almost got killed? You even sneaked out at dawn without saying anything!” He fumed.

“But as you can see, I’m unharmed.”

“You were lucky she made her approach in time to you! Could you imagine what happen if she didn’t?”

“...”

“Grand Master Varka and I tried our best to keep you safe, but all of our efforts would be pointless if you heed none of them!”

I could only look away when he said that.

He breathes out as soon as he ends his scolding. I’m not making eye contact or moving, but I can tell he’s walking towards me. He takes a seat on the chair the doctor just used. I put away the bowl I hold on my side.

“What happened? How could you be being targeted after all that happened to you?”

I glance at him, “... Why don’t you let those people outside come in as well? That’ll save me some effort.”

“I guess you’re not wrong. Very well.” He agreed as he marched to the door and opened it.

After he speaks to them, everyone starts filling the room with their presence. Grand Master starts communicating as soon as they’re inside.

“Good morning, Morgan. I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard someone assaulted you in a short period after your incident.”

“Me neither.” I replied.

“Sir, I presume we take this matter more seriously.” The Inspector retrospected.

I lower my shoulders hearing that.

“Cardinal Daybreak has reported to us your well-being is all right. Do you concur with that statement, Morgan?”

For some reason, I sense something odd about him. I keep it to myself and answer his question, “As far as I can tell, yes.”

“The Alder Knight also claimed she saw you shed blood. However,”

I can feel everybody intently inspecting me. I act natural as I know no matter how long they examine, they won’t find any indication of injury. I even rise to pick a glass of tea on the table. The Inspector resumes as I take a sip,

“You don’t seem like it.” His tone was somewhat dubious.

“The doctor wouldn’t say I’m in a good state if I was.”

“The red-colored and torn parts on your outfit before determined he sent slashes and hits on you. The fact you are hale is either your wounds healed or your skin’s as thick as a geo slime’s shield.” Mrs. Frederica debated.

“The former sounds more feasible. That’ll explain why I survived for the second time.” I shrugged.

“Did you do it, then?”

“Sorry, but I can’t do any sort of restorative.”

Everyone is silent for a minute. I take the chance to gulp down my drink and empty the glass.

“Whatever it was, it’s not the main problem in this case. I want to know why someone was after you. Do you have any idea, Morgan?” Grand Master Varka changed the subject.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, I guess I do. He mentioned someone wants me to die.”

“What?!”

People in the room were taken aback by what I said.

“Who’s that ‘someone’!? And why!?”

I put my arms in the air, “I don’t know. I was just as shocked as you were.”

I can hear someone click their tongue.

“I’ll be going. Eroch, Frederica, I leave the rest to you.” Grand Master said, facing his subordinate.

“What are you going to do, sir?”

“We can’t let this person slip. They shouldn’t be too far if we act fast.” His tone was grim.

The four of us are speechless, seeing his expression. The Inspector heavily sighs,

“... Understood. Best of luck, sir.”

Grand Master Varka soon exits the room. For some reason, Father Seamus chases after him. Feeling incurious, Inspector Eroch and I remain in the room. However, he doesn’t say anything and keeps his head low.

Mrs. Frederica also stays mute as she seems to be in deep thought. Since no one is in the mood to speak, I put the bowl and cup on the tray. The Inspector then begins his interrogation as soon as I sit on the bed back,

“Miss Gunnhildr, you don’t mind if I have some time with him for a while, do you?”

She nods, “Go ahead. May I listen in?”

“Fine by me. Morgan?”

“Sure. Having her with us would put me at ease.”

“Alright, then. Please tell me what happened from the beginning.” He began taking notes.

 I retell everything that went down today.

“Hmm…” Inspector Eroch hummed after hearing my story, “I think I’ve heard enough. I’ll question those two guards later. I appreciate your cooperation once again, Morgan.”

“No big deal.”

“And Miss Gunnhildr,” The said person turned to him, “We await your report regarding this.”

“Understood.”

With that said, he made his way out. Those left in the room are me and the Alder Knight. I thought Mrs. Frederica would follow, but apparently, she had something to say to me. Waiting for her to say something, I take off my shoes.

“Why did you go ahead without me?”

“I apologize, ma’am. I didn’t think something like that would happen.”

“You said you have something to convey! I was confused when I heard you left and gave me a message to catch you up at the Coast to Watchtower.” She said in a resentful tone.

“...”

“Was that your way to prove what you’re capable of with the eye of god? Was that why you didn’t want me to come along with you?” This time, she sounded critical.

“... No.”

“Come again?”

“Of course not. Why would I make myself face against a hitman among anything else?”

She narrows her eyebrows, “So you didn’t deny you were looking for a fight, huh?”

Ah, shit.

“I don’t exactly know why you want to be strong, but whatever it is, don’t you dare do anything reckless, Morgan. The Seneschal was right. You were lucky I saved you.”

“... I know. I understand your point.”

“DO you, now?” She pressed.

I didn’t answer, resulting in a moment of silence before she kept speaking.

“You know, if you tell me, hell, tell anyone that you want some help with something, I’m more than willing to assist you. Just please, don’t do anything that puts you in danger.” She pleaded.

I nod a few times, “I’ll do my best.”

She sighs, “You’d better be. Stay put for now, okay? If someone is coming for you, then it’s best for you not to go anywhere.”

I bob my head again.

“Well, it’s time for me to leave as well.” She stated before heading to the door.

“Once again, thank you, Mrs. Frederica. I owe you one.”

She halts midway, “Don’t mention it.”

I drop myself on the bed after she closes the door. Spreading my arms, I gaze at the ceiling as my mind poses a question.

Why do they care about me so much?

A/N: Tell me what you think about Morgan so far.

Thank you for reading, and carry on!

Chapter Text

Genshin Impact: Mondstadt Alter

Special Chapter 1.1:

Secret Message

Following a shower and a morning meal, Frederica and her daughter proceeded directly to the training area near the Knight of Favonius headquarters. Frederica was attired in her uniform, while her daughter wore snug white pants and a black long-sleeved shirt beneath a green coat. They strolled casually, taking advantage of the early morning hours when the sun had just begun to ascend.

Upon their arrival, two adolescents extended a warm welcome. These two young lads appeared to have arrived ahead of schedule, yet ample time remained before the agreed-upon meeting.

“Good morning, you two!” The two welcomed them in unison.

“Good morning.” Jean politely greeted them in return.

“Morning, boys! Good to see you two doing well today.”

“Well, I should say the same.”

“Did you wait long?” Jean inquired.

“Nope. We were just here not too long ago.”

“Alright, then. Since Master Crepus already permitted you two, why don’t you all pick a weapon first?”

The youngsters affirmed their consent with a nod. Each of them selected their designated armament and prepared for the morning practice session while the Alder Knight remained motionless, attentively watching. Shortly after that, they reappeared, each wielding a wooden weapon.

“Hmm, this one is in better shape than the rest, but I feel it could easily snap if I’m not careful.” The red-haired commented as he swung the wooden claymore upward and downward.

“Don’t put too much force on it, then. You should remember how many of them you’ve broken already because you swung them too hard.”

“I know, I know. I have no intention of breaking the Knight of Favonius's properties, anyway.”

The blonde lady put her hand on her hip, “Really now? Perhaps I ought to submit a report to the Logistics team, asking them to assess the status of the training weapon cache and determine whether it requires renewal.”

“How about you two? Are they okay?” She appended.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine with this. I’m not as barbaric as this guy.”

“Hah! That just means I’m stronger than you, wimpy.”

The youngster with the eye patch experienced a slight twitch in his eyebrow, yet he chose to stay quiet while wearing a vexed smile. Concurrently, the blonde girl carefully examined her weapon, ensuring it was in optimal condition.

“This one seems to be in pretty good shape, mother.” Jean nodded.

“Very well. Before we begin, you all should warm up, yeah?”

The trio started their morning workout while engaging in casual conversation. Frederica couldn't help but smile as she observed her daughter interacting with the sons of the Angel's Share owner. However, before too much time passed, the blonde knight spotted someone approaching them.

“There you are, ma’am. I was looking for you.” The person said as he gasped for air.

“What’s up?”

“Mrs. Frederica. I apologize if I interrupted, but I’d like to remind you that-”

She waved her hand, “Oh, I remember, I remember. Just give me a moment with my kid, will you? It’s not the appointed time just yet.”

“Please forgive me, ma’am. I only intended to send his message to you.” The knight lowered his head.

“I get it. I’ll be going after this.” She said before adding, “And tell the Inspector I planned to visit the Church briefly.”

“But- He said you are needed ASAP.”

She hummed, “What’s the hurry? It’s not like I purposely staying here to slack off.”

“Uh…” The man seemed at a loss for words.

“I won’t be long. Relax. I’ll be punctual as always.”

“I- I understand. I’ll deliver your words to him. Please excuse me.”

As the knight figure strayed further, the teens, who were busy exercising, were now approaching her with slightly concerned faces. Kaeya was the first one to speak up,

“Is everything alright, ma’am?”

“Hmm? Ah, worry not. We were just talking about work.”

“Really? He seemed to be urging you to go with him right away.”

“Yeah. Someone asked me to work on something, but nothing THAT urgent.” She brushed it off.

The trio glanced at each other before nodding.

“Then I guess you better get going, Mother. I assure you we can handle ourselves, so you don’t have to worry and waste your time here.”

“I know job calls, but I wish to see how you all are faring with the training. I guess I can do that next time.” She whispered the last sentence, “Are you sure?”

“You bet, ma’am!” Diluc said confidently.

“Hahaha, very well, if you say so.” The Alder Knight couldn’t help but cackle, “I’ll leave you guys to it, then.” She turned away and waved her hand at them.

“Yes! Good luck with your work today, Mrs. Frederica!”

However, not too far from them, the blonde knight stopped at her track and faced them again with a smirk.

“Diluc. Kaeya.”

The lads with that name raise their attention to her.

“No need to hold back with my girl. She’s strong.” Frederica continued walking.

“Mo- mother!”

Jean helplessly could only watch her mother figure go away despite her protest. Meanwhile, the Ragnvindr brothers were confused, thanks to the lady's sudden encouragement. They are about to start their training together before Jean speaks up once again,

“Please forget what my mother had told you.”

“Why? She was right for telling us not to hold back against you. That’s the whole point of us practicing together, isn’t it? To become stronger.” The red-haired convinced her.

“That’s… not wrong, but…” Jean lowered her head.

Seeing his friend in doubt, Diluc tries his best to reassure her, “Come on. Be confident. I’m sure what your mother said isn’t wrong. You’ve been training this whole time, just like me.”

Kaeya bobbed his head in agreement.

“Thank you, Diluc. I appreciate that.” She smiled warmly.

“Good. At least I finally can take a break sparring with this guy.” Diluc pointed his thumb at his brother.

“Wow, you just had to say that, didn’t you?”

Jean giggled, “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

Frederica arrived in front of the Church, but there was no sign of the person she sought. She planned to wait for him, but time told her otherwise. So she decided to ask one of the sisters, who is currently sweeping the yard.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh, Miss Alder Knight! Good morning. Is something the matter?”

“Good morning. Um, I’m looking for Morgan. Do you know where he is?”

The nun tilts her head, “Morgan? He wasn’t in his room when someone checked on him. I believe he already went outside like usual.”

“Oh…”

The nun noticed her answer wasn’t something the knight expected, so she added, “If you’re searching for him, maybe asking the entrance guards would give you a lead on the boy’s whereabouts.”

“I suppose you’re right. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. May the anemo archon guide you.”

Frederica nodded before jogging her way to the front gate.

“Good morning, you two. Did you guys see Morgan?”

The Alder Knight swiftly approached the city entrance and immediately questioned the guards. Despite anticipating her arrival, the guards were surprised by her sudden presence. Thankfully, they recovered quickly.

“Good morning, ma’am.” They greeted her in unison, “Yeah, we did. He left some time ago.”

Frederica itched her head, “That’s weird.” She whispered.

“I see. Alright, you two can go back to your work now. Catch you later.”

“Ah, wait a minute, ma’am!” One of them stopped her from leaving.

The guard took out a piece of paper and handed it over to her as he spoke, “Actually before Morgan departed, he requested us to deliver this to you. We read it beforehand since… well, he didn’t say anything about it being a secret or anything, and none of us think it is after giving it a quick review.”

After listening to his explanation, Frederica read the paper. The content is anything but a long read, so it doesn’t take long for her to finish it. However, even so, she feels something isn’t right with what’s written there.

“So, the point is he didn’t ask for my guardianship today, huh?”

“That’s what we concluded as well, ma’am.”

“Well, I guess that means he wants his time alone like usual, right? There’s nothing to worry about.” The other guard added.

Frederica wished to align her viewpoint with theirs, yet something restrained her. Despite rereading it multiple times in hopes of finding any overlooked details, her efforts proved futile. The content closely mirrored Morgan's typical expression, but then again,

Why did he choose to leave her a message instead of expressing it directly?

Morgan consistently ventures outdoors early in the morning, a routine she's well aware of. However, since she volunteered to keep an eye on him, there's a mutual agreement that either she or Morgan will communicate about it regularly. In this instance, she took the initiative to inform him, as usual.

The Alder Knight distinctly recalls informing the boy yesterday that she couldn't accompany him today because of work, and he acknowledged this. There's minimal likelihood that he overlooked it. She’s currently seeking him out only because Morgan expressed a desire to speak with her. However, today, he proceeded without making an appearance before her.

“Did he say anything else before he left?” Frederica settled to question them again instead of pondering the situation in her head.

“Uh, to be honest, he didn’t say much. Morgan seemed to be in a hurry and asked us to give that paper to you when you’re looking for him.”

“Yeah, he even said you might not be looking for him and throw it away in case that happens.”

“Why would he be in a hurry though?”

The guards can only shake their heads at that question.

The blonde lady took the final look at the paper before releasing a sigh and lowering her shoulders.

She fanned the paper at her face as she said, “Oh well, maybe I’m just overthinking things.”

“Thanks, you two. I’ll go back and- Hmm?”

Frederica spotted the paper suddenly had a gap from the side as if there was another paper sticking behind the paper. She pinched and separated them slowly, revealing they were stuck together due to some sort of adhesive.

“There- there’s another one?!”

Those two approached her to get a closer look. After safely detaching them, she realized the other piece also had something written on it, albeit just a sentence.

‘The coast under Stormbearer Points.’