[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya":3,"chapter-genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-173":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Genshin Impact: I’m The Envoy of Snezhnaya",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},388914,649,"Chapter 173: Yasumoto and Washizu","genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-173",173,"\u003Cp>Chapter 173: Yasumoto and Washizu\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorou didn’t know how to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he opened his mouth now, his true identity as a man would be exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought alone filled him with unbearable shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu watched the silent girl before him with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by her clothes, she didn’t seem like someone from the Resistance or from Tatarasuna. Most likely, she was a tourist from abroad... or someone from Narukami Island. Still, those ears—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reminded him of someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Resistance commander Gorou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that Gorou was a man, and as far as he knew, had no sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Must be a coincidence... right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Best you le—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu had started to speak, intending to gently persuade Gorou to leave, but midway through his words, he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression shifted subtly—he had heard something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat passed in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned his gaze back to Gorou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s cold and raining hard. Why don’t you come inside and sit for a while?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still a polite smile on Washizu’s face, but it was no longer the same as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something... off about it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something sinister beneath the surface of that smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a seasoned commander—and one with the sharp instincts of a canine—Gorou immediately sensed the malice behind the man’s seemingly kind invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ears, which had been drooping from anxiety, shot up instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for his bow, ready for a fight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’—Damn! I left them with Himura-san when I changed clothes earlier’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand grasped empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s right, he had left both his dagger and his longbow behind to make changing easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was completely unarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ll catch cold, miss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu’s tone was polite, but his expression twisted into something unrecognizable—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gentle man from moments ago had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face now contorted with a sinister grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as if in response to some silent signal, the nearby villagers began to converge, their movements slow and eerie, forming a loose circle around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension in the air was razor-thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment of crisis had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chief, it’s time for your medicine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm voice rang out from the entrance to the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a splash of cold water in the heat of summer, it startled everyone present—including Washizu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fog that clouded the villagers’ eyes seemed to lift in an instant, and their gazes grew lucid once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gorou turned toward the voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the village entrance was a young man dressed like an apothecary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed a small cart through the rain. A single oil-paper umbrella was propped atop the cart, shielding the medicine barrels from the downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain and sweat had long mingled on his body, indistinguishable from one another—yet his hands held the cart firmly, as though it were the only thing keeping him upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His determined eyes locked onto the scene before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Y-Yasumoto...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu’s voice trembled as he spoke the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized something was wrong with himself—something deeply wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a gasp, he dropped the hoe he was holding and staggered back, unable to meet Gorou’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest heaved rapidly, rain veiling his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s time for your medicine, everyone. Come on over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yasumoto gave Gorou a quick glance, signaling him to head toward the village entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he calmly went about handing out the \"medicine\" he’d brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers, perhaps fully aware of their own condition, didn’t resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lined up quietly, drinking down the sweet-smelling liquid without complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those already too far gone, however, would simply stare blankly at the sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, one night, they would vanish quietly from the edge of the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew where they went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when the village was still healthy, Yasumoto’s teacher had once tried to follow a patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she returned, she had gone mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To protect the others, the village chief had locked her away in the cellar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t made a sound in days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yasumoto, this medicine... it will cure us, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu held up the warm bowl of fragrant medicine, his voice low and hesitant as he looked to Yasumoto for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yasumoto’s hands paused briefly as he distributed the medicine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he was moving again as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It will. I promise, it will work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that quiet vow from Yasumoto, Washizu said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head back and drank the medicine in one long gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You should help that girl leave. It’s too dangerous here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After collecting the empty porcelain bowls from the villagers with Yasumoto’s help, Washizu lowered his voice and spoke those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Yasumoto’s sudden call just moments ago, they might have...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. Even he had already begun to fall under its sway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Village Chief... are you going to the shrine again today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Washizu turned to leave, Yasumoto couldn’t help but ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The seal may be broken... but it should still have some effect. I have to do what I can to maintain it. Otherwise...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trailed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to finish that sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them had already witnessed the Tatarigami’s power firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Yasumoto’s teacher—Naoko-sensei—couldn’t stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now... it seemed that prayer to some unseen, unknowable deity was their only hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chief Washizu, I want you to look at this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yasumoto hesitated. Then, with a grim expression, he pulled something from within his robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crumpled piece of cloth... no, a bedsheet, which he had kept hidden against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a notice, one that had been posted to his front door by a Shogunate scout who had slipped onto Yashiori Island:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Residents, remain calm. Kujou Sara-sama of the Tenryou Commission is deeply moved by the plight of Yashiori’s refugees and has come to rescue you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Commission will escort all who wish to leave safely off the island.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you require assistance, please proceed to the Tenryou frontline encampment immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, this should’ve been good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The authorities were offering help—Washizu should’ve been relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, his expression twisted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calm, collected mask cracked, revealing a face full of suppressed fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Shogunate... the Resistance... they’re all the same garbage!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was both of them—both sides—that had turned Higi Village into this living hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just farmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they had ever wanted was to survive—was that too much to ask?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why should they suffer for the sins of the Shogunate and the Resistance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu felt it again—that creeping sense of instability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing he was losing control, he quickly forced himself to calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the veins bulging across his forehead said otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Show the flyers to everyone,\" he muttered. \"If anyone wants to leave... I won’t stop them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As village chief, he bore the burden of responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to life and death, he couldn’t—shouldn’t—make the choice for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if the Shogunatewassincere this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if some of themcouldsurvive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he left the choice to the villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t hold back those who wanted to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor would he drive out those who chose to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hey, Yasumoto. Are you leaving too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Washizu turned back for one last question before walking off, watching the young apothecary silently sorting through the flyers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yasumoto, like his teacher Naoko-sensei, wasn’t originally from Higi Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were traveling physicians, healers who wandered from place to place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would blame them if they had left when the Tatarigami first appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even knowing the risks—Naoko-sensei had stayed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it meant her own death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’m the only doctor left here now. My skills can’t compare to my teacher’s... But—who isn’t afraid of dying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer began with a hint of noble resolve...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ended with a whisper of despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So youareplanning to leave?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>. . . . .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you want to see more Chapter of this story and don’t mind to pay $5 monthly to read till the latest Chapter, please go to myPatreon1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Current Chapter in Patreon:Chapter 193: The Sunsettia Chain Reaction1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Link to the current Chapter:\u002Fposts\u002F131834043?collection=1744251\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u002Fcollection\u002F174425?view=condensed1\u003C\u002Fp>",1353,"2026-05-30T06:28:59.458Z","2026-06-01T04:30:32.787Z",1,"novelbin.me","f6203a9c878b6c1135da1b8d6726928330d90f0ecad0068c055b2c123565602b","genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-174","genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-172",373,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgenshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-cover.jpg"]