Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

“It was because of me that they were able to evacuate ahead of time.” Seno was still caught up in what Elhesen had said earlier.

[Sino is still questioning the meaning of life.]

Honestly, I don't think this has anything to do with Sino.

Subjectively speaking, this has nothing to do with Sino; but objectively speaking, it was Sino who caused this situation.

[If it weren't for Nasita, those scumbags would have just run away with the people holding the weapon. It's understandable that Seno feels guilty.]

This fits Sino's character perfectly.

[From a royalist scumbag: Oh, let me see the instructions from the void. Seno's nearby? You're getting a piece of my mind!]

Paimon gently patted Seno's shoulder, his voice soft yet firm: "Don't blame yourself too much—"

"Who can predict something like this beforehand?"

But the moment those words were spoken, Ying's gaze shifted subtly, like a silent ray of light, and quietly fell upon Elhesen, who was standing to the side.

—No, some people did foresee it.

The Void meticulously analyzes Cyno's actions, ultimately deducing his entire trajectory, allowing the enemy to precisely evade him...

Isn't this crucial conclusion precisely what Alhesen quietly and calmly deduced?

However, even though her mind was racing and her thoughts were churning, Ying merely nodded slightly, a gentle smile playing on her lips, her tone calm and restrained:

"Yes."

She always liked to throw in a witty remark at just the right moment, making lighthearted jokes that brought a smile to people's faces; but she never acted rashly or went too far, and she would never rub salt into other people's wounds.

That's not humor, that's rudeness.

At this moment, Nasita stepped forward slowly, her emerald eyes as clear as a lake in early spring, her voice clear and gentle: "Perhaps, objectively speaking, it was precisely because of your intervention that they were able to escape;"

"But it is also because of you that those village guardians who were trapped were able to regain their lives."

Her gaze was gentle yet unwavering: "Moreover, if you truly feel remorse, real repentance is never found in sighs, but in actions."

"...Thank you for your comfort, Lord Little Lucky Grass King." Seno bowed deeply, the gloom between his brows still lingering, yet revealing a calm resolve.

He straightened up, his voice low but clear: "Since they can predict my route and use it to avoid being captured, I can also deduce where they will go."

"Oh?" Dixia raised an eyebrow and smiled, her eyes slightly upturned. "You're quick to cheer up! The encouragement from the gods is indeed more refreshing than the morning dew!"

Nasida smiled and said, "You flatter me. It seems that Seno already has a plan in mind."

Before he could finish speaking, Al-Hysen calmly replied, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade: "Security always lurks in the cracks between crises."

Upon hearing this, even Paimon's eyes widened suddenly, and he clapped his hands: "Ah! I see! I understand!"

She immediately looked up, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Ying: "Since they're so focused on hiding from Seno... then the safest place is—"

Yingjing continued, her tone calm yet resolute: "The path that Sino has already walked."

“That’s right!” Paimon nodded excitedly.

Sino nodded, his voice as steady as a rock: "For them, going against the flow through the places I once trod is the safest way to survive."

Nasita smiled gently, a smile as light as a breeze rustling through the treetops, subtle yet profound: "Though the void can deduce Seno's thoughts and actions... from this moment on, Seno will no longer walk alone—"

"Behind him stands the wisdom and will of everyone. Empty predictions have failed."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off immediately!" Paimon soared into the air, his voice filled with eager enthusiasm.

Everyone stood up, their clothes fluttering slightly, their footsteps firm and resounding, ready to depart.

However, in that tense silence, Nasita gently shook her head, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips—

“Reverse tracing is indeed a feasible strategy…”

She paused slightly, her eyes darting around as if starlight were quietly gathering: "But—I have a better way."

【Ahhh, my dear Naxi Da! Hugs to my daughter!】

[That smile... I'll go first in respect (Rest in peace.jpg)]

[Brother Bai's genes are really good; I want to kidnap both of his daughters...]

【↑Good luck! Kidnapping Nasita is one thing, but kidnapping Iya... I'm really looking forward to how you die and how you die!】

[Could there really be a better way? My baby Naxi is so smart!]

Nasida's smile could steal my soul.

"Nassida, do you have a better idea?" Paimon's eyes lit up, his voice full of surprise and anticipation, as if he had suddenly glimpsed a ray of light at the end of a dark tunnel.

Nasita nodded slightly, her fingertips lifting as if combing through the threads of her thoughts. Her tone was calm and resolute: "The Council of the Church has long been divided into the Reformists and the Royalists—this is no secret in the academic salons of the Sumeru Rainforest and in the secret conversations of scholars."

"But in the vast desert, in the eyes of those people who have lived by the sand for generations and whose backbone is the Red King faith, the Church has always had only one name: Church."

"It does not change with the shift of ideas, nor does it become less important with the change of stance."

Her gaze, like clear moonlight, swept across the sand dunes outside the window: "Factional strife, to them, is nothing but whispered rumors in the wind."

"And to the devout followers of the Red King, simply wearing the robes of the Order of the Fathers and chanting the name of the Grass God is enough to make them unquestionable heretics—"

“They are intruders who desecrate the sacred sand, enemies who must be expelled and even eliminated.”

Before she could finish speaking, a slight smile played on her lips as she posed a light yet sharp question: "So—a no-prize question: what would happen if a scholar from the Order of the Church ventured alone into the Thousand Sands?"

Elhesen's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone calm to the point of being cold: "They will be subdued on the spot, knocked unconscious, and taken away."

Those who are slightly luckier might be 'used' for a while—after their known documents, techniques, and knowledge are squeezed dry, they are then abandoned on the edge of a sandstorm, left to fend for themselves.

"Those who are unlucky... may not even be able to find their remains, leaving only the wind-swept yellow sand to quietly bury all traces."

“Correct answer.” Nasita nodded, her voice as steady as the roots of an ancient tree. “Therefore, while following Seno’s trail to track down the royalists is logically feasible, it may not be efficient.”

"In comparison, it's better to get straight to the heart of the matter—find those gilded guilds that are truly rooted in the desert, believe in the Red King, and spend their years navigating between the scorching sun and mirages."

She gazed at the undulating sand dunes in the distance, her voice low yet penetrating: "You must know that in this vast, unshielded land, even a keen observer like Seno would find it difficult to completely conceal himself."

"If the royalists really want to conduct research secretly in the heart of the desert, they will need several scholars to cooperate with each other—to evade the supervision of the Council of Religious Affairs and to avoid the relentless pursuit of Senor."

"But on this sandy sea where even the wind has nowhere to hide, to try to hide a team silently? That's like trying to hide your shadow under the scorching sun."

Ying leaned forward slightly, her amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, and continued the conversation: "So... rather than us rushing after them now, it's more likely that they've already been intercepted by the Gilded Brigade, and may even have already ventured deep into the desert?"

Nasita gazed at her silently, finally revealing a faint yet meaningful smile: "Exactly. Rather than futilely traversing the vast sea of ​​sand, it's better to have someone who can truly speak to the Gilded Brigade at eye level—"

"Have her negotiate on your behalf, to get back the answer from the leader of the brigade who is most likely to take the scholar away."

[This "she" isn't referring to us, is it?]

[↑If that's really the case, then it's not even an act...]

Be confident; this happens most of the time.

"We can't possibly speak to the gilded guild? We don't even know that ourselves! Nasita, don't talk nonsense!"

Nasita is so clever!

A subtle ripple stirred in Ying's heart, as if a gentle breeze had swept across a lake of her soul, spreading out circles of an indescribable premonition.

After all, in countless past instances when entrusted with important tasks, when someone mentioned that "a reliable and decisive person is needed to accomplish an extremely difficult task."

The person who gets singled out is often herself.

At this moment, Nasita smiled, her tone soft yet meaningful... Could it be that it was herself again this time?

But could she really strike up a conversation with the leaders of the gilded guild? They might not even know she existed.

Ying almost instinctively wanted to deny it—"I can't," those three words trembled slightly on her tongue.

Just then, Nasita suddenly turned her head, her clear eyes looking behind her, her smile gentle yet undeniable: "Dishia, don't rush off... This shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

Just as Dixia was about to quietly retreat, she paused, her body slightly still. Then she turned around, revealing a slightly embarrassed yet cheerful smile: "As expected of Lord Little Lucky Grass King... this insight is truly beyond reason."

Nasita smiled faintly, her eyes as gentle as spring water: "As far as I know, you command a highly skilled mercenary group, which in its early years roamed freely deep within the Sumeru Desert."

"With your cheetah-like agility and the formidable reputation of the 'Blazing Mane Lion' you personally forged back then—if the Gilded Brigade knew it was you who had come to visit, they would probably give you some face."

Dixia scratched her forehead, her smile tinged with humility and self-deprecation: "It's just an empty reputation, nothing more than old rumors... At most, I can exchange a few words with them and get to know them a little."

Nasita tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows raised, and her tone was light and cheerful with an undeniable certainty: "That means—it's possible~"

Desia sighed, her expression turning serious: "Yes, of course... but the problem is—"

“Lord Little Lucky Grass, your perception of us desert people is perhaps… a little too mild.”

Her voice lowered slightly: "It's one thing for others, but if they see you with their own eyes... then it won't just be a simple matter of 'not welcoming'—I'm afraid I'll be included in the enemy camp as well."

Naxida's expression remained unchanged; she simply lowered her eyes and said softly, "Then let them not see it."

Before she could finish speaking, her figure suddenly swayed, dissipating into the void like wisps of smoke, and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next instant, a soft yet sharp stream of emerald light swept through the air, and she stood safely in place, as if she had never left—just as silently as when she quietly slipped into this sea of ​​sand.

Dixia paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "...It's not something that can't be considered. If only one scholar, Elhesen, is traveling with them, they might be able to suppress their agitation and deal with the situation calmly."

Elhesen spoke at the opportune moment, his voice calm and detached: "I will not be accompanying you. Since the Gilded Brigade has no goodwill toward scholars from the rainforest, my absence will actually make it easier for you to maneuver."

His gaze swept over the three of them, his tone calm and meticulous: "Two desert natives with a stranger is quite ordinary; but if there is also a rainforest scholar... then it is no longer a 'passing by,' but an 'intrusion.'"

“You go and make contact with the Gilded Brigade, while I will follow the clues left by Seno and trace them in reverse.”

"Admittedly, they are more likely to have been abducted, but we cannot ignore another possibility—they may have already broken free and are heading into the unknown wilderness."

He paused slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips: "Perhaps... I might even encounter some unexpected gains."

Nasita nodded slightly, a calm and determined glint in her emerald eyes: "Then we'll split into two groups—Elhesen, you follow the trail left by Seno; and Dixia, you will lead the way to meet the leader of the Gilded Brigade."

"Please, everyone."

The crowd nodded silently, and with a flick of their sleeves, they turned and left, their steps steady and swift. In an instant, only the flickering candlelight remained in the room, illuminating three slender silhouettes.

As the door closed softly and the echoes faded, Ying frowned slightly, her voice clear yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of probing:

“Nasita, I don’t understand…why are you so insistent on meeting the leader of the Gilded Brigade in person?”

Paimon tilted his head, his round eyes filled with confusion: "Isn't it because we need to find those royalist scholars?"

Nasida's lips curved slightly, her smile as gentle as a breeze rustling through the treetops, warm yet profound: "As expected, I couldn't hide it from you, Ying."

Her gaze was clear and distant. "That's right—I do have a reason why I absolutely must see him."

"Huh?!" Paimon suddenly looked up, startled, and even his floating height increased slightly.

Ying gazed at Nasita, her voice calm yet clear: "The abduction of the royalist scholar by the gilded brigade is indeed the most reasonable hypothesis at present. But the problem lies in—"

"Is the gilded brigade that Desia knows about the one that was actually involved in the incident?"

“The desert is vast and dotted with numerous tribes, many of which have similar names. The phrase ‘Gilded Brigade’ alone is not enough to pinpoint our target.”

She paused briefly, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing her fingertips: "So finding those royalist scholars was certainly one of Nasida's goals, but the other goal—I suppose—was that Nasida wanted to speak with the representatives of the gilded caravan."

“And Elheisen had already grasped the deeper meaning.” Ying gazed at the dark corridor outside the door, her voice lowering slightly, “So he volunteered to track down the royalist leads—”

"It is both a sharing of risks and a laying of the groundwork: if one path is blocked, another path still offers a chance to turn things around."

Paimon stood there, his mouth slightly agape, like a firefly suddenly lit. His gaze darted back and forth between Ying's calm profile and Nasita's smiling eyes, as if for the first time he truly saw the intricate machinations quietly unfolding behind this seemingly ordinary division of forces.