Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

The twilight in Aru Village painted the sand dunes red, and the wind swept fine sand across the eaves. Dixia, escorting three tightly bound leaders of the Red King's followers, met Candice at the stone steps at the village entrance.

"Everyone's here," Dixia said, patting one of the prisoners on the shoulder. The prisoner immediately flinched. "The rest is up to you."

Candice's amber and azure heterochromatic eyes gleamed sharply in the twilight.

She nodded slightly, her deep blue hair fluttering in the wind: "Don't worry. I'll let you know if there's any news."

Paimon floated in mid-air, blinking his big eyes: Do you need our help with the interrogation?

Upon hearing this, Dixia chuckled and said with a hearty laugh: "Candice is the guardian of Aru Village. Over the years, she has interrogated more prisoners in the desert than we have ever seen a sand fox."

She gave Candice a meaningful look: no one knew better than her how to get these guys to talk.

Candice didn't reply, but as she turned, her shawl drew a sharp arc: "Before you get the results, you might as well take a stroll through the market in Arru village. A new batch of dates recently arrived; they taste quite good."

Wait, Paimon suddenly remembered something. Hadn't Seno already found the missing village guardians? Why do they still need to...?

Before she could finish speaking, Dixia's expression suddenly became complicated.

She still remembers the shocking scene when she returned to Aru Village and saw Seno standing in the square with a group of village guards.

He painstakingly orchestrated and guided everyone to put on a grand show, but in the end... this former discipline officer quietly rescued everyone?

What is the point of me putting on this show?

She almost popped the water bladder.

Fortunately, Seno later explained that this was merely cutting off the enemy's henchmen. If the mastermind wasn't found, the village guardians would disappear again sooner or later.

It was these words that made Dixia stop doubting the significance of the operation.

At the very least, clues to the mastermind can be found through the three targets she captured while acting.

Paimon, Ying spoke up at the opportune moment, saying that finding the missing village guardian was only the beginning. It was as dangerous as cutting off a venomous snake's head, only to find its body still writhing.

Paimon slapped his forehead. "I almost forgot the real goal!"

Candice's figure had already disappeared into the shadows of the porch.

Desia gazed at the tightly closed carved wooden door, a dangerous smile playing on her lips: "Meet here at sunrise tomorrow."

No problem. Ying nodded in agreement.

Paimon noticed that Desia's gaze never left the door. Following her gaze, he could faintly hear the clanging of chains coming from inside.

Dixia's last words were as light as a desert night wind: "I hope that by tomorrow morning, there will still be some inside that can see tomorrow's sun."

Out of curiosity, Ying led Paimon to the door to listen.

Then I heard this conversation:

"You heard my question, didn't you?" This was Candice's seemingly calm and gentle question, but in reality, it concealed a sharp edge.

"Uh-"

This was followed by a piercing scream.

I want to be tied up too...

[A Major Memory Recovery Technique!]

[Hang in there, brothers! As long as we hold on until the honey trap, everything will be alright!]

Candice is so gentle, even if it's only on the surface.

Please interrogate me, dear Candice!

Both Senor and Candice are skilled at using torture.

Please let me in too (pleading)

Does Dolly sell candles and whips?

[Xibingku Hotel, Aru Village Branch.]

The next morning, as dawn broke in front of the village chief's house in Aru Village, a gentle breeze blew, and the copper bells on the eaves occasionally rang softly.

As promised, Ying and Paimon arrived and called out from afar, "Dishia, we're here!"

Dixia stood under the porch, her dashing red dress reflecting the rising sun. She smiled gently at the words, her gaze calm and warm: "Very punctual—no wonder you're a traveler who has traversed the seven kingdoms."

Ying quickly stepped forward, her voice filled with concern:

Has the interrogation made any progress?

Dixia nodded slightly, her tone firm yet revealing a hint of barely perceptible anticipation: "It should... be soon."

The implication is that Candice is still conducting the interrogation inside the house—the serious and meticulous questioning is not yet over.

So the three of them paused briefly on the stone steps in front of the door, waiting quietly while talking in hushed tones.

Dixia's words were full of admiration:

Candice is an interesting person—

"She is quick-witted and decisive, never bullies others with her strength, and disdains to scheme or plot. For her, strength is a blade to protect, not a claw to seize."

Paimon, resting his little face on his hand, answered with bright, sparkling eyes:

In Liyue, this is called "profound martial virtue"! It means upholding rules, adhering to principles, and valuing integrity!

Then she winked at Dixia with a grin, "You too!"

Dixia's ears turned slightly red, and she revealed a rare shy smile. She raised her hand to gently touch a stray strand of hair on her forehead, as if even the wind had become gentler.

Just then, a tall, slender figure quietly stood in the shadow of the courtyard gate—Sino had arrived at some unknown time, his black robe hanging silently, his expression indifferent, not even disturbing a single fallen leaf with his footsteps.

He had no intention of bothering anyone, but he couldn't escape Paimon's notice.

"Hey! Seno's here too?!" Paimon spun around excitedly. "He got here even before us!"

Sino approached slowly, his clothes fluttering, his voice low and steady: "Yes, I came by last night to offer my humble assistance."

"Do your bit of help?" Paimon tilted his head in confusion. "Is it helping to serve tea and water, or organizing files?"

Sino remained unfazed, his tone as calm as still water: "I shared some... interrogation techniques."

Ying suddenly opened her eyes wide, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "So... the former Grand Disciplinary Officer personally instructed Candice on how to conduct interrogations?"

“Exactly.” Seno nodded, composed and at ease.

Ying and Dixia exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked towards the closed door.

Ying sighed softly, half-jokingly saying, "...I'm suddenly a little worried about whether the three people in the room will be able to breathe properly today."

Before he finished speaking——

With a creak, the wooden door slowly opened.

Candice stood inside the doorway, her silver armor gleaming coldly. Her brow held both the gravity of an interrogation and a composed calm that had settled everything. A slight smile played on her lips, and her voice rang out clearly and confidently:

"Everyone, please come in."

Dixia's smile deepened, and she took the lead, saying, "Let's go in and take a look."

As for whether it's because the intelligence has already come to light,

Or... should we look at those three people who still have some lingering warmth?

You can only find out once you go inside.

So what about Elheisen?

[Sino's little favor is probably handing the Battle of the Red Sands to Candice, since both of them use polearms.]

[It seems that Sino is more skilled in the area of ​​torture.]

I feel quite sorry for those three now.

[The Ten Great Tortures of Mount Sumeru are presented here.]

[Sino was pushing the limits of 12+ from the very first word.]

The group slowly stepped through the low wooden door of the village chief's house. The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the calm scent of aged wood and dried herbs.

Candice stood in the center of the hall, her brows sharp as blades, her lips tightly pressed together, her face as cold as frost—the lingering anger and chilling killing intent seemed to solidify, weaving an invisible barrier of coldness around her.

Opposite her, three radical Red King followers huddled on a rough ceramic stool, trembling like the last withered leaf in the autumn wind, the sound of their teeth chattering clearly audible.

“Candice, we…” Paimon’s smile faltered as he looked up at the storm-like face before he could finish speaking. He immediately covered his mouth with his hand and gasped in a low voice, “Ugh…you look so angry!”

Candice paused slightly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing her chin, her tone tinged with self-reflection: "Hmm? I... I couldn't even hide it?"

Dixia's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, her gaze deep and intense: "Do you know? True killing intent, even with eyes closed and head bowed, will leak out from the corners of your taut lips, your clenched jaw, and even the gaps in your breath."

Candice lowered her eyes for a moment, then nodded apologetically to everyone, her voice low and steady: "It seems I lack self-restraint..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze piercing the three men like icicles. Her tone suddenly turned cold, each word like a stone falling to the ground: "But you all should not find it difficult to understand my anger at this moment."

Deliva's forehead was beaded with sweat as he nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling: "I understand, I understand... I really understand!"

Engul had curled up into a ball, his back pressed against the earthen wall, his voice barely a whisper: "Please... stop hitting me... if you keep hitting me... I'll really die..."

Paimon quietly moved closer to Ying, tiptoed and whispered, his voice as soft as a feather falling to the ground: "...It seems that Seno has taught very well."

Ying smiled, her eyes clear and bright, and nodded slightly: "A great teacher produces great students, indeed."

Candice stopped looking at them and slowly swept her gaze across the three pale faces, saying slowly and deliberately, "You are afraid of death, yet you dare to push others to their deaths—what kind of logic is that? It's absurd and chilling."

Her voice deepened, but became clearer and stronger: "The 'mad scholars' you speak of are called 'village guardians' in Aru Village—some regard them as fathers and brothers, while others treat them like family."

She took half a step forward, her shadow stretching long and cold on the muddy ground: "And you, you treat such a group of people as disposable pawns, fuses to be used and then burned... Tell me—"

Her gaze was sharp as a blade, chilling to the bone:

"How should I treat you?"

As if struck by this question to the core, Zhaqi trembled, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, clutching his head with his hands and pleading in a hoarse voice, "Ee—let me go! Please let me go!!"

Dixia watched quietly, uttering only four words, her calmness bordering on cruelty:

"It's your own fault."