Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Upon hearing Elhesen's meticulous and almost research-like description, Iya slowly lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest, and unconsciously rubbed the edge of his sleeve with his fingertips.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression shifting between light and shadow—a mixture of surprise, bewilderment, and a hint of indescribable weariness.

After a moment, she shrugged slightly, her tone calm yet tinged with a hint of distant probing:

"So... what is it that you really want to ask?"

Al-Hysen, unhurried and deliberate, mimicked the posture of Iya and Ying from before, folding his hands in front of his chest, his demeanor composed yet possessing a scholarly air of scrutiny. His gaze was calm, his speech steady:

"It just suddenly occurred to me—your physical characteristics match those of the 'Heavenly Phoenix Marshal' in ancient texts far too closely."

He lightly tapped his temples with his fingertips, as if combing through the ink marks on a dusty scroll: "White hair like snow, red eyes like flames; graceful figure, sharp yet supple aura... Most importantly—ancient books repeatedly emphasize that he 'has a woman-like appearance and unparalleled elegance.'"

Before she could finish speaking, Yi Ya raised her eyes and smiled, a smile that was light yet firm: "But I am, after all, a girl."

The air froze for a moment.

The first to react were not the rational Alheisen, but rather Ying and Paimon, who were standing to the side.

The two turned their heads simultaneously, their gazes fixed intently on Yi Ya, as if seeing for the first time the curve of her brow bone, the lines of her jaw, and those eyes that were always clear yet never easily defined.

Ying leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle yet solemn: "Are you... formally confirming your gender identity now?"

Paimon floated closer, resting her chin on her hand, her tone frank yet considerate: "Although we've always treated you like a girl, to be honest, Iya... your identity is indeed a bit... um... vague, making people want to check your family tree."

Iya sighed helplessly, her fingertips brushing a strand of silver hair that fell across her forehead. Her voice was low but firm: "Being raised as a girl for so many years, even my clothes were custom-made to a teenage girl's size—"

"Now you suddenly ask me to switch channels and adapt to another identity? It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that my body and memory are instinctively resisting."

So, does this mean Iya's gender has been officially confirmed?

So now we're certain that Iya is a girl, right?

[Since you admit you're a girl, then... my darling! My darling! Come here and give me a hug!]

It's not easy; the girl next door has blossomed into a beautiful young woman!

Elhesen's eyes flickered slightly, and his tone suddenly turned serious: "It sounds like... your gender is not fixed at birth, but can be defined by your own will?"

Yiya nodded, his expression as calm as an ancient well: "In essence, I have no physical form. The body of a demon god transcends the duality of the mortal world."

"If I identify myself as a woman, then I am a woman; if I choose silence, then silence itself is also a way of being."

Elhesen stared at her, a layer of almost burning intellectual light rising deep in his pupils: "Demons are asexual... so you really are—"

"Stop." Yi Ya raised his hand, palm facing outward, the movement swift and decisive, like an invisible barrier. "Please immediately stop all mental dramas about the 'reincarnation of Marshal Tianfeng' or the 'destined successor'."

"I am not Him."

She paused briefly, then said in a clear, melodious voice, "He is my brother."

El-Heinz was taken aback.

Then, Elhesen raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone tinged with doubt: "The Demon God...has blood relatives?"

[Raiden Shin, Raiden Movie: What else?]

[Hai Ge hasn't seen much of the world.]

[Demons aren't just blood relatives, they can even be twins.]

Iya shook his head, a faint, almost pitying smile appearing on his lips: "Strictly speaking, we're not blood relatives, but we're not completely unrelated either."

"I am a 'recorded consciousness' that was accidentally materialized during a period of ley line disorder—an echo of information etched into the bottom of the world some time after Marshal Tianfeng's Nirvana."

“Because of His special nature, that information unexpectedly gave rise to self-awareness, and then through His personal guidance, stripping away and giving it independent will... I was able to become ‘Iya,’ which is me.”

She gazed into the distance, her voice growing softer yet clearer: "I take His name and respect Him as my brother; not because of blood ties, but because of gratitude and duty. As for the title 'daughter'..."

She suddenly smiled, her eyes slightly raised, "My brother looks too young. If we're talking about seniority, it would be more natural for me to call him 'senior brother' than 'father'."

Silence lasted for three seconds.

Al-Hysen remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a soft sigh:

"A past that the world remembers can grow flesh and soul... Indeed, the vastness of Teyvat far exceeds what is recorded in the books."

He turned to Ying, hesitated, and finally lowered his voice: "So, this... uh, little demon god—"

Iya had already turned around, her white hair drawing a cold arc in the wind, leaving only a clear and sharp warning, the last syllable rising slightly, brooking no argument:

"If you need anything, talk to Sister Ying. Also—don't call me 'Little Demon God.' I'm not little, and I don't like being defined by labels."

【Okay, little demon, no problem, little demon.】

【Baby, you're so cool!】

[I'm ahead of the streamer in terms of progress, let me explain: Yiya is just trying to look cool here, she thinks it makes her look like an older brother.]

[↑Me too, I thought it was so cute when Iya explained it! She hasn't changed at all!]

Paimon leaned close to Ying's ear, lowering his voice, his tone filled with surprise and a hint of barely perceptible disappointment: "Iya is so mature..."

"It's as if in the blink of an eye, we've quietly shed our childishness and grown into little adults."

I'm so sad I can't keep raising Iya (o﹏o?)

Ying merely curled her lips slightly, her eyes clear and insightful, and softly replied, "That's your illusion—look at her more closely now."

Paimon was taken aback, then curiously floated over to Iya and examined him closely.

Just moments before, Iya had sat upright and composed, exuding an aura of authority and resembling a "little demon god" when facing Elhesen. Now, however, he slightly raised his chin, a smug smile playing on his lips.

That smile contained both the exhilaration of someone making their mark for the first time and a touch of childlike self-satisfaction, as if they had just finished reciting a poem and won a compliment, and couldn't wait to savor and relish this "coolness."

"Uh... what's wrong with her...?" Paimon turned around blankly, his eyes filled with confusion.

Ying sighed and rubbed her forehead, but her voice carried a indulgent smile: "Just a child's mentality. He thinks his words were powerful and authoritative, and that he sounded just like his older brother, so he's secretly basking in his own glory."

"Then... Elhesen didn't notice?" Paimon turned his head suspiciously, his gaze fixed on the Sumeru scholar who remained calm and had a clear, unwavering gaze.

Surprisingly, Elhesen seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening.

He didn't even glance at Iya, but calmly turned to Ying, his tone both calm and solemn: "This Ms. Iya said she has something important to discuss with you, is that right?"

Ying instantly got into character, her brows relaxed, her expression calm as a deep pool, and she simply nodded slightly: "That's right, just find me."

Al-Hysen nodded slightly, his tone humble yet measured: "That's good. I sincerely thank Ms. Iya for clearing up my doubts—"

"Although I have always preferred to deduce and unravel the mystery myself rather than directly seeking the answer."

Upon hearing this, Yi Ya's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her face to the side, a subtle look of surprise flashing across her eyes: So... I'm here to be your "verification question"?

Al-Hysen seemed to sense something and added calmly, "Of course, I view this exchange as a highly valuable 'conjecture verification,' rather than a one-way information extraction."

Iya slowly turned his gaze back, a look of relief appearing in his eyes—thankfully, he hadn't done something bad with good intentions.

Looking at her almost overflowing expression, Ying was both annoyed and amused: Your emotions are practically jumping out of your eyes, yet you still pretend to be profound?

She met Elhesen's gaze again, her tone firm and composed: "Don't worry, I'll take full responsibility for Iya's matter."

After all, this was the guardianship personally appointed by Jun Bai, and his confidence was never feigned.

Upon hearing this, Al-Hysen simply smiled gently: "There's no need to take it so seriously as to 'take responsibility.' I just want to say that what Ms. Iya said today is already a very enlightening gift to me."

After a brief pause, he looked up at the distant horizon where the sand dunes rippled, his voice calm and clear: "If I'm not mistaken, your next destination is also the desert?"

Paimon nodded vigorously, then flapped his wings: "Yes! Same as you—but we haven't locked onto a specific target yet."

“Then let’s head to Aru Village first.” Elhesen’s tone was gentle yet weighty. “It’s the largest settlement in the heart of the desert, rich in intelligence and supplies, and a key point for reaching deeper into the desert.”

"Would you all like to join us?"

His gaze swept over Yiya, then returned to Ying, a faint but sincere smile appearing on his lips:

"—Consider it a way of thanking Ms. Iya for her 'guidance'."

[As expected, the group's favorite remains the group's favorite wherever they go.]

It's too early to call me "Ms.", but I have no problem with it if my husband calls me that!

[Haha, I can take full responsibility... That's a really powerful statement. Typical of me!]