[{"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-268":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},389070,649,"Chapter 268 - 267: The Ausbilder’s Warning?","genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-268",268,"\u003Cp>Chapter 267: The Ausbilder’s Warning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bird eggs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the flickering light of the candle, Bai Luo extended a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flustered, Ayaka fumbled through the cupboard until she found a few eggs, carefully placing one in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after a brief moment of hesitation... she took out another and added it on top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spatula.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Inazuma, spatulas weren’t made of metal but of polished wood—smooth, simple, and quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to tell what kind of wood it was, but Bai Luo was at least pleased with one thing: it was spotless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the lack of oily seasoning stains made the utensil feel a littlesoulless, but at least it was sanitary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected of a noble household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Smoked poultry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pre-sliced ham hit the pan with a soft hiss, and within seconds, the room filled with a mouthwatering aroma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wipe my sweat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayaka blinked, but seeing the calm look on his face, she reluctantly pulled out her handkerchief, dampened it slightly, and—rising on tiptoe—dabbed the sweat from Bai Luo’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, she wasn’t quite sure when things had started taking such a strange turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, she had just wanted to see him taste her ochazuke. But when he’d finished and said,\"Let me show you something in return,\"she’d... for some reason, decided to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was curiosity—or maybe just a quiet, reckless impulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, when her brother had shared a drink with this Ausbilder earlier, Bai Luo’s comments on the food had beenfartoo precise for an outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell if the fire had been too strong, whether a spice was misplaced, even what kind ofpanhad been used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yes, she was curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as she watched him move with casual confidence, she quickly realized what he was making.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fried rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t an unfamiliar dish—Inazuma had its own version of it—but his way of cooking was subtly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refined, yet instinctive. Efficient, but not rushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I used to make this for the little dove back in Snezhnaya,\" he said idly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fried rice wasn’t a difficult dish—one of Bai Luo’s most practiced ones, actually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used to make it often in Snezhnaya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, compared to his abominations of desserts, his cooking was edible—sometimes evennostalgically good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rich, it was a taste of \"home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for \"little dove,\" that was what he called Columbina, the \"Damselette\" of the Fatui Harbingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as \"Anatoly\" carried the meaning ofsunrise,Columbinameantdove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to call the Damselette of Snezhnaya \"little dove\" and still be alive—that might just be something only Bai Luo could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they close?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...That was debatable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t alive because they got along well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was alive because he was annoyingly hard to kill—a man whose existence slipped through one’s fingers like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Luo could sense it—Ayaka’s faint fear toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t surprise him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a Fatui assassin, a man who killed without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was used to such looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>EvenCollei, back in Sumeru, hadn’t trusted him at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only his alias, the Battousai, was met with genuine respect... and perhaps, a little admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This particular fried rice was the one that had once made Columbina chase him through three city blocks after a single bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still didn’t understand why the nobles tastedcomfort, but the girl tastedrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayaka lifted a spoonful delicately, blew on it, and took a small bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The rice grains and egg blend together perfectly. The smoked meat’s flavor stands out a little too sharply, yet still manages to meld with the rest of the dish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The seasoning, however... is on the heavy side. Thoma would probably enjoy it more than I do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Covering her lips with her folding fan, she spoke with practiced grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah yes. The flawlesslady’s review—polite, elegant... and completely devoid of meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Luo smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s just the two of us here. You don’t need to sound like you’re hosting a tea ceremony.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just say what you really think.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was the weight of his presence—his status, his aura, or simply the pressure of being who he was—that made her retreat into vague, polite words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Luo, ever perceptive, merely smiled and suggested lightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax a little. Be honest with yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Honest... with myself?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably already knew her littlesecret, didn’t he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was the same man who had appeared right behind her despite his door never once opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must have been waiting there all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her little midnight habit—sneaking into the kitchen for a late meal—was something she had only ever confessed to that potted blue flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So he really does know everything, huh...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayaka sighed softly, resigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You put in too much salt. It’s a little... too salty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That special smoked meat already had a heavy flavor, and with Bai Luo’s liberal hand on the salt shaker, it was nearly overpowering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp, briny taste instantly reminded her of Thoma—if her brother had made this dish, he would’ve definitely gifted it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Luo tilted his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it just that the rich preferred stronger flavors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, why had the \"little dove\" chased him for several streets over this dish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because the smoked meat waspigeon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or because the eggs... werepigeon eggs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women’s thoughts were truly impossible to decipher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe next time he should just give the dish to Pulcinella instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mere thought of Sandrone’s face twisting in outrage made him grin with wicked delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Ayaka, though, that grin looked entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t mean your cooking was bad,\" she said quickly, cheeks flushing, her voice soft but steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s just... my taste isn’t as strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"Shirasagi Himegimi\" title really did suit her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this strange, uncertain atmosphere—sharing a kitchen at midnight with a known enemy—she remained gentle, composed, and kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps that was why, despite the dark age they lived in, Kamisato Ayaka remained one of the most beloved figures among the common people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for the kind words, Kamisato-sama,\" Bai Luo said with mock formality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm... at a time like this, shouldn’t I offer a small gift in return? How about... flowers?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said it casually, with a teasing tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the fact that he even thought offlowerswas... surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Bai Luo’s usual \"gifts\" tended to be things like cold steel, Sunsettia, or maybe a perfumed bookmark laced with some mysterious powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers were decidedlyout of character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he finally—as Yae Miko liked to say—grown a conscience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mere mention offlowers, Ayaka’s body tensed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers stiffened, and color bloomed rapidly across her cheeks—a rosy flush spreading like ink in water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Bai Luo, it was nothing—a simple joke, a gesture of thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to her... it carried avery differentimplication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in her mind, \"flowers\" didn’t mean romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant that blue wildflower, the one she had tended secretly in her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one that was, in truth, one of the Ausbilder’s many eyes and ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be... that he knew she hadgiven it to Thoma?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this \"gift\" talk his way of warning her?\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 297: Void: Lover’s Veil1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Link to the current Chapter:https:\u002F\u002Fwww.patreon.com\u002Fposts\u002F145673047?collection=1744251\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>https:\u002F\u002Fwww.patreon.com\u002Fcollection\u002F174425?view=condensed1\u003C\u002Fp>",1227,"2026-05-30T06:28:59.458Z","2026-06-01T04:30:32.787Z",1,"novelbin.me","3fb4b03896f829ee101a24095e725ac0a5735314530c9c10bb88749bf2a381f8","genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-312","genshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-chapter-311",373,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgenshin-impact-i-m-the-envoy-of-snezhnaya-cover.jpg"]