Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Listening to Sino's detailed and analytical deductions, Ying nodded slightly, a hint of seriousness appearing between her brows, her voice clear and calm:

“Indeed… The enemy seems to have foreseen the future, always setting up their strategy before we even make a move.”

“Especially you, Seno.” She shifted her gaze slightly, landing on his calm, deep eyes.

"Based on our previous assessment, the village keeper should have been imprisoned in that long-abandoned hospital—a place of broken walls and cobwebs, where even the wind carried the scent of rust and dust."

"But when you followed the trail, you only found a few hurried footprints in the empty corridor and under the broken glass window."

"No, you didn't even know that the hospital existed, so you didn't go there—meaning they had already moved all the village guards away before you did."

Sino was silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, before finally nodding slightly: "...When I was tracking them, they didn't stay in one place for long, but were always moving—like an undercurrent in the desert, silent, yet always avoiding my pursuit."

“But I think,” he said, his knuckles tapping the table unconsciously, “that I inadvertently revealed my whereabouts.”

"The desert is vast, yet it is also bare—"

"There were no trees, no roofs, and even the undulations of the sand dunes were too gentle to conceal the footsteps of a disciplinary officer."

Ying gently shook her head, her moonlit gaze sweeping over his tense jawline: "If it was just an exposure during the pursuit, it would be understandable."

"But the problem is—how could they anticipate your arrival in an abandoned hospital? The doors and windows are rotten, the electrical circuits are broken, and even the surveillance cameras have long since turned into rusted wreckage..."

"Unless, they knew you were coming long before you stepped into those ruins."

The air suddenly froze.

Paimon gripped the hem of her skirt, a barely perceptible hint of anxiety in her voice: "It always feels like... every step we take is like stepping on steps laid out by someone else. This feeling of being 'always a beat behind' is really unsettling..."

Candice quietly placed her hand on her waist, her tone low but sharp as a blade, and said, "Generally speaking, there is only one explanation for this situation—'a mole'."

As soon as he finished speaking, the campfire crackled, sparks flew up and then went out.

Ying and Paimon suddenly locked eyes—no words were needed, their eyes reflecting the same certainty: there was no rift or shadow between them.

Paimon suddenly looked up, her voice a mix of grievance and sharpness: "Eh? Could it be that the relationships among us... are so fragile? Even trust is questionable?"

No one answered.

Seno lowered his eyes in thought, his fingertips slowly tracing an old mark on the table; Elhesen, however, looked up at that moment, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, his voice calm and even, yet like a pebble thrown into a deep pool—

"No. You haven't realized... the real problem yet."

【The Werewolf Game of Sumeru】

When I saw this scene, my reaction was the same as Paimon's—our relationship is so fake.

[Hai Ge has spoken up! Hai Ge is still in C!]

[Erhesen instantly becomes the Seer!]

But I think Hai Ge is more suspicious...

Is it because of the void? Or because Seno is wearing a wolf's head, making him a werewolf?

[There must have been a listening device. He was wearing a Void Terminal the entire time, as seen in Elhesen's earpiece.]

Hearing Elhesen's deep and clear words, Ying turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on his sharply defined profile, and asked softly:

"You...have a clue?"

Elhesen did not answer immediately, but slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing Seno with the precision of a blade—his gaze was devoid of emotion, yet it possessed an unavoidable penetrating power.

“Sino,” he said calmly, each word like a stone striking the ground, “they can predict our every move not because of luck, but because you are here.”

The air seemed to freeze. Seno's pupils contracted slightly, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes, like a short blade suddenly drawn from its sheath, its cold light chilling.

"Wait! What does this mean?!" Paimon was so shocked that he floated half a foot in the air, his voice rising several decibels, and his little hands instinctively clenched Ying's sleeve.

Sino slowly turned his face, his lips forming a cold, hard curve, his gaze piercing Elhesen like an ice pick: "Watch your words—otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Elhesen:

Ying frowned in thought, Candice's fingers paused slightly, and even the silent Dixia in the distance quietly raised her eyes. Her gaze held scrutiny, doubt, and an undisguised wariness.

Ironically, Al-Hysen had been pointing fingers at Seno, yet before he could finish speaking, he himself became the most suspicious one.

Everyone knows Sino's past: a decisive and efficient "discipline officer" who acts swiftly yet never loses his fairness; he always stands with everyone during investigations, open and aboveboard, without any concealment.

In contrast, Al-Hysen always acts alone... and now, at this moment, with such certainty, he is pointing the finger at the least likely person.

If he was not guilty and trying to cover up his guilt, then he was eager to prove his innocence and hastily framed someone else. But the person in front of him had a calm expression, his breathing was even and long, and even his fingertips did not tremble in the slightest. Where was there a trace of panic?

Could it be... that Seno is really the mole?

The thought flashed through everyone's minds like a shadow, so fast that it was almost impossible to grasp, yet it had already quietly planted the seeds of doubt.

However, the facts cannot be ignored: when Candice first suggested that "there might be a mole in the team," Al-Hysen was the first to speak up, the first to point the finger, and the first to pin his name on the bullseye of the questioning.

Based on this alone, he is the prime suspect for everyone else.

Facing dozens of intense gazes, Elhesen remained unfazed, even nodding slightly, his tone still calm and composed: "It's just a reasonable deduction based on a logical chain—I have my own evidence."

Candice stood with her arms crossed, a slight smile playing on her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Oh? So you're convinced that Seno is the mole? How interesting... I thought you were the one who should be the target."

"after all--"

Her gaze swept over his usually solitary figure, "You've been operating in 'single-line mode' the whole time."

El-Hysen slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool: "You're right. But just now, on the way back from the hospital, I remembered something—Sino is different from all of us."

“…What exactly are you trying to say?” Sino’s voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a stone.

Elhesen met that sharp gaze and said, word by word, "Do you remember who you are, Seno? — 'Grand Disciplinary Officer'."

Sino's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. After a moment of silence, he ultimately did not deny it.

“Yes,” Elhesen continued, his voice growing deeper, “You are the sharpest blade of discipline in the Council, in charge of moral order and judging right and wrong.”

"To make a judgment, one must first know the facts—who has overstepped the bounds, who has concealed wrongdoing, who has secretly formed cliques... These secrets can only be known by the highest levels of the Order of the Church. Yet you have always been able to act with precision."

He paused briefly, his gaze sharp: "In other words, the Council of the Church has been opening a 'special channel' for you."

"So—given the royalists' consistent suspicion and meticulousness, would they really let a disciplinary official who wields great power yet remains detached from the core be allowed to remain unguarded without any precautions?"

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings. Even the soft tinkling of the copper bells on the eaves could be clearly heard in the breeze.

"To raise a fierce wolf, one must first prepare chains; to tame a wild horse, one must first tie its reins firmly." Elhesen finally looked at Seno, his voice soft yet heavy, "What do you say, Lord Seno?"

"—Is the Order of the Order truly just 'trusting' you, or... has it already secretly planted echoes in every step you take?"

Seno was stunned. After a long while, he whispered, "...They're monitoring my movements?"

[We were just saying, why don't you guys take a look at that virtual terminal on Hai Ge's ear?]

Seeing this, Hai Ge really felt like he was making things worse by trying to explain, but his expression made me think that things weren't so simple.

He spoke lines that only a mole would say, but he remained remarkably calm. If he really was a mole, then Hai Ge's mental fortitude is truly unbreakable.

[But what Hai Ge said makes sense. If you don't want to trust someone enough to give them important responsibilities, you must be prepared with countermeasures.]

“It’s not that simple,” Elhesen said. “The Council monitors everything in Sumeru, but they have special methods for dealing with you.”

“Every so often, people celebrate ‘Day of Knowledge of the Treasury.’ On this day, the Chancellery records information into the void.”

“Once I found a thick notebook next to the control panel, and all the contents were related to the Grand Disciplinary Officer, Sano—action reports, execution practices…everything.”

Hearing Elhesen's words, Seno frowned and said, "You mean the royalists secretly entered my information into the void without anyone knowing? In a way that deceived Lord Caesar and the Little Lucky Grass King?"

Al-Hysen said, "I'm actually quite curious about how they did it, but that's not important right now, is it?"

It's understandable that he could fool the young Little Lucky Grass King (whose measure is that of a demon god), but to fool the 500-year-old Caesar, whose wisdom is almost demonic...

With those good-for-nothings?

So how did the royalists manage to do it? Elhesen was also very curious about this.

However, this has nothing to do with what we are discussing now, so it is not important.