Teyvat Survival Guide

Samuel touched his forehead, his eyes wide.

He felt as happy as a believer getting close to God, but at the same time he was also nervous.

What does it mean?

He already had some guesses in his mind, but he instinctively tried to avoid it.

…In Western countries, kissing is very common, right?

For example, the knight kisses the back of the lord's hand, and I heard that greeting is also a quick kiss on the cheek...

It was just a kiss on the forehead... maybe it was just Lord Barbatos expressing his affection for me?

Just like the love that elders have for their younger generations.

How could it be...?

Lord Barbatos is a god, he is so noble that he cannot be desecrated.

He was trying to avoid it in his mind, but after going around in circles, he returned to his original guess.

...But, what if? What if Lord Barbatos...

Samuel, you—

"Snapped--"

He slapped himself, and the echo echoed in the empty temple.

The high-pitched sound produced by the excessive force that shocked the eardrums echoed in his ears, and he condemned it in his heart:

Lord Barbatos has done you a favor.

If it weren't for Lord Barbatos, you would have become a dish on someone's table long ago;

If it weren't for Lord Barbatos, how could you have the human body you have now;

If it weren't for Lord Barbatos, how could you be standing here, standing in this magnificent temple?

Lord Barbatos has done you a favor.

——You shouldn't speculate about the gods with your dirty thoughts.

Samuel's face was red and he was breathing slightly. The wind around him seemed to tremble because of his sudden movement.

This was the Samuel the sisters saw as they climbed the steps into the temple.

Theirs, His Holiness the Pope.

……

“Your Majesty Saint Samuel!!”

“Your Majesty Saint Samuel!!”

“Your Majesty Saint Samuel!!”

The Traveler and Paimon were standing outside the cathedral, staring at the gate of the temple in the distance along with the residents of Mondstadt who were shouting loudly beside them.

"…Traveler, traveler, look! Xiaofeng is coming out!"

Paimon pointed at Samuel, who was surrounded by nuns on the hundreds of stairs.

She seemed to be excited by the fanatical believers around her.

Sora nodded and looked over.

It was too far away to see clearly. He could only see Samuel waving in their direction, and then he was surrounded by the nuns and the Knights of Favonius who followed and left.

"…The mission is completed. Let's go to the Knights to collect our reward." He suddenly sighed, turned his head and said to Paimon, "Then we will purchase some supplies and prepare to set off for Liyue."

"Eh?" Paimeng was a little confused, "Aren't you going to say hello to Xiaofeng before leaving?"

The blond boy shook his head.

Now is a good opportunity. Samuel has been named Pope of the West Wind Church, and he will probably be very busy in the future.

Although leaving without saying goodbye was too much, I don't have to worry about seeing the boy crying like in my dream.

Maybe Samuel will be sad if I leave, or maybe I really think Samuel is very cute.

But that is only temporary.

Once he leaves Mond, Samuel's feelings for him will fade away over time.

He was also no longer confused or worried about Samuel's feelings for him.

He wanted to find his sister as soon as possible, then leave here, leave this world, and go to the next world to find a new home.

Perhaps after he finds his sister and many years have passed, he will remember that there was a person on this continent with whom he had emotional struggles.

But at least now, he had to leave.

…This is not the end of his and his sister’s journey.

The excited believers rushed to the temple impatiently, as if they wanted to worship their Pope.

Sora walked in the opposite direction, passing through the residents who were moving in the opposite direction from him.

Paimon hesitated, but finally followed.

……

Samuel waved at the travelers and Paimon who were crowded with believers in the distance, but it seemed that the distance was too far and the other party did not see him and turned away.

He put his hand down, as if he had expected it, but his eyes were still downcast.

It had always been his wishful thinking, and Sora had only traveled with him to complete the mission.

Their relationship was indeed not as close as he imagined, however.

Is it too much to leave without saying goodbye?

He sniffed, then looked up at the sky, as if looking for something.

Then he lowered his head again and was led away by the nuns.

On the way, Samuel sorted out his confused thoughts and recalled everything he had experienced since he arrived in the continent of Teyvat.

Then it was discovered.

Although I have always felt that I like Sora, I have not done anything that can be called "pursuit".

He probably just felt that he was saved by Sora at that time, and being with Sora gave him a strange, tense and peaceful feeling.

In addition, the blond boy was very good-looking and was also a character he had been a fan of before. Various emotions mixed together and formed what he had always thought was "like".

And Lord Barbatos had always treated him very well.

She bought him drinks, wiped his slime body, taught him to fly, gave him strength, helped him transform into a human, saved him when the world tree was about to lose itself, and hugged him when he felt lonely.

Why is Lord Barbatos so kind to him...?

The spot on his cheek where he had slapped him was still burning with pain, but he still couldn't help but think about his initial guess.

But, if that's the case.

…What is liking and what is love?

Samuel shook his head and sighed.

"Your Majesty...is there something bothering you?" Grace, who was standing by, saw him sighing, lowered her head and asked uneasily.

Shouldn't Lord Samuel be very happy to be named His Holiness the Pope by Lord Barbatos?

Samuel was stunned for a moment before he realized that "Your Majesty" was calling him.

"No, how could that be." A smile appeared on his young face, and he pointed to the gorgeous crown on his head. "I was crowned by Lord Barbatos today. I am so happy."

Seeing his cheerful expression, Sister Grace nodded in confusion.

But... Your Majesty, why are your eyes sparkling with tears?

Grace looked at the young Pope and said nothing.

……

It was not until the nuns took Samuel into a room that Grace asked the other nuns to leave.

"Your Majesty, this will be your room from now on," she introduced.

Samuel heard this and looked at this room which was full of nobility, elegance and a hint of holiness.

Is this my room...?

Looking at the red carpet with gold edges and sacred patterns on the ground, the emerald green bed in the room, the wooden desk next to the white marble wall with intricate carvings, and the large high-quality wooden bookcase next to the desk, the new Pope could not help but sigh.

…It’s too luxurious.

"Your Majesty, this is your attire."

Grace took a folded pure white cross-collar underwear and a robe that was mainly turquoise, embroidered with intricate white patterns and connected with a large number of small jewels and gold threads and placed them on the table beside her. She also took many accessories such as belts, gloves, canes, etc. and placed them aside.

As soon as Samuel saw the flamboyant-looking outfit, his eyes twitched.

Who dares to say that Mond is poor?

Seeing that Grace was about to change his clothes, he quickly waved his hand and told Grace to go out and do it himself.

Then he took a lot of effort to figure out where all the strange accessories were placed, and then he looked at the full-length mirror with gold-rimmed patterns mounted on the wall.

Samuel's eyes gradually became blurred as he looked at himself in the mirror, holding a sacred and gorgeous staff, wearing a green, gold and white dress with gorgeous jewels, and wrapped up like a dumpling, short in stature.

Then he looked around the room again and looked at the black ink bottle with a golden collar and lid placed on the desk. The surface of the ink bottle was embossed with a vague, slightly sacred emblem of the wind element.

Next to the ink bottle, four pens of different styles, all carved with gold patterns and with gorgeous large feathers on the ends, were quietly placed there.

Samuel: "..."

Does the West Wind Church have so much money but nowhere to spend it?

Why is gold used everywhere?!