Chapter 115

Lumine was the first to make the demand.

If the other party couldn't answer, it meant they weren't worth trusting at all.

Since he wanted to gain trust, he had to show sincerity in advance.

Venti was very clear about this, so he agreed easily, deciding to throw out a heavyweight piece of news.

"Actually, the Stormterror wasn't like this originally. Its original name was Dvalin."

Paimon asked in confusion: "Dvalin? So it has a name."

Hearing the secret, even Fischl, who had been indifferent, leaned over.

Venti sighed, seemingly lost in memories, his tone becoming long and sorrowful.

"You should know about the Four Winds that protect Mondstadt."

Lumine nodded; she had heard Amber mention it.

The Four Winds were beings that followed the Anemo Archon's orders to protect Mondstadt a long time ago.

The Dragon of the East, the Lion of the South, the Falcon of the West, and the Wolf of the North; their history could be traced back a thousand years.

Venti said in a deep voice: "The so-called Stormterror is the original Dragon of the East, Dvalin."

Hearing this, Lumine showed an 'as expected' expression. When she met Acting Grand Master Jean before, she saw that the other party didn't have much hatred for the Stormterror, but rather a complex expression, so she knew there must be an inside story.

But she didn't expect the truth to be that it was the giant dragon that originally protected Mondstadt.

As for Paimon and Fischl, they were shocked, speechless at learning the secret.

Beyond the surprise, Lumine thought deeper, recalling the scene where she saw him communicating with the giant dragon.

"Then, who are you?"

Facing the question, Venti gave a grin and didn't answer, instead asking: "As a condition of the exchange, can I ask you a question now?"

Confirming that the two girls had tacitly agreed, Venti immediately stared at Fischl with burning eyes.

"Where did your Holy Lyre der Himmel come from?"

"Holy Lyre der Himmel?"

"It's the thing that protected you in front of Dvalin just now."

Fischl realized: "Oh, you mean the replica bestowed upon this Princess by the Sage?"

"A replica..."

Venti was speechless for a moment, then said in an urgent tone: "That's right, that Sage, where is he?"

While asking, he stared tightly at Fischl, his heart, which had been calm for many years, vaguely beginning to accelerate, hoping to get the answer immediately to verify it.

Fischl was just about to answer, but was stopped by Lumine.

"You should tell us some other news."

"..."

Helpless, he had to tell the whole story of why Dvalin had become like this.

"To start from the beginning, we have to talk about five hundred years ago..."

Subsequently, Venti recounted the past of Dvalin fighting to the death with the evil dragon Durin to protect Mondstadt.

Although that battle was won, Dvalin was also eroded by the evil dragon's poisonous blood, and since waking from his slumber, he had been in constant pain every day.

He had wanted to return to Mondstadt and live a life exactly like the one five hundred years ago.

Listening to the Anemo Archon's lyre music, playing with the people, and hearing the beautiful singing voices praised by the girls.

But reality was completely different from what he had imagined; the people were terrified when they saw his terrifying figure and treated him with rejection.

The Anemo Archon, with whom he had once soared through the skies, was nowhere to be found. Seeing that the Mondstadt he had risked his life to protect was so afraid of him, Dvalin felt incomparable sadness, to the point where he became furious due to the deepening erosion.

He felt that Mondstadt had betrayed him and wanted to take revenge, but was stopped by his reason.

After the long story stopped, Paimon wrinkled her little face and felt sympathy for Dvalin.

"So pitiful, Traveler, can we help him?"

Lumine was also touched inside and nodded gently.

Fischl had no idea there was such a hidden story; the girl naturally pitied the giant dragon's encounter, but didn't know what she could do.

Seeing this, Venti curled his lips cunningly, then said in a deep voice: "I need to find that Sage; he possesses the power to purify Dvalin."

To prove his inner conjecture, Venti could only say sorry to his old friend Dvalin and let him endure a little longer.

Regardless of whether it was as he thought, he would bring the real Holy Lyre der Himmel to help with the treatment.

Fischl didn't think the boy was lying; according to her understanding of Luo Li, there might really be a way.

For so many years, she had never seen him stumped; he had always been calm and composed, mysterious to the point of being terrifying.

Hesitating for a moment, although she knew he didn't like to be disturbed, considering the task her teacher had set before, it seemed it shouldn't be a problem to bring him along.

Thinking this, Fischl finally decided to take Venti to her teacher's place.

A detached manor located next to the Cathedral of Favonius.

Raiden Makoto had just finished watering the vegetation and flowers in the garden and looked at the sky.

"He should be back soon; I must prepare the evening meal first."

At this moment, she was like a gentle and virtuous wife, building a warm home for her husband who was about to return.

She had also seen the Stormterror's attack during the day and was thinking of telling Luo Li when he returned.

"Should I draw the bath water?"

While preparing the meal, Raiden Makoto thought seriously.

Ever since she experienced the method of bathing in Inazuma, she had fallen in love with this way.

And what she liked most was snuggling in his arms and feeling the comfort of the hot water.

"But it might be a bit early now; I'll prepare it later."

Thinking of this, she looked toward the door as if she had sensed something.

Almost at the same time, a knock on the door from the outside rang out.

"Coming from the Immernachtreich, this Princess..."

Before that long-brewed chant was finished, the door opened.

Raiden Makoto wore a faint smile, her gaze sweeping over the abruptly stopped Fischl, Oz, the unidentified flying object, the strange blonde girl, and finally... the boy covered in green.

Venti was stunned; the moment he opened the door and saw Raiden Makoto, he even thought he was dreaming.

Originally, he had wanted to see the so-called Sage to verify his conjecture.

Now that he saw Raiden Makoto, there was no need to guess anymore!

Without even needing to think, since she was here, that Sage was one hundred percent that guy Luo Li.

These two guys weren't dead!

While joy surged in his heart, Venti was also filled with heavy resentment; heaven knows how sad he was when he learned that the two had been buried in the Abyss, and this sadness had lasted for hundreds of years.

Now they suddenly jumped in front of him and told him it was all fake; it was truly speechless.

However, Raiden Makoto didn't have this self-awareness. Facing the reunion after five hundred years of unknown life or death, she only said faintly.

"Long time no see, Barbatos." ===== CHAPTER 117 =====