Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

"Speaking of which, that girl was your first patient, and you really wanted to cure her, didn't you?"

“Yes, I’m willing to do anything.” As if seeing a ray of light in the darkness, Siegwen raised her little head and looked directly at her teacher, her voice soft but revealing a firm determination.

"Even if it means breaking the law and incurring punishment?" The witch's tone was more serious than ever before, as heavy and solemn as the flames of Judgment Day.

Higewen hesitated, not immediately responding to the teacher's question. It wasn't because she feared the harsh punishment of the law, nor because her desire to save her friend wasn't strong enough, but because—

She is no longer alone.

Just across the water in Fontainebleau, there was someone who was always thinking of her. Letters and jars of desserts—all of this was incredibly warm in her memory.

Her brother Mu Feng, as well as Carolie, Aibel, Chiara, and many other friends of Meilushin, are all waiting for her to return home after completing her studies.

If she chooses to break the law regardless of everything, given the existing laws of Fontaine and humanity's fear of Melusin, she will most likely face an extremely long prison sentence.

A conversation she had with her teacher a few months ago resurfaced in Siegfried's mind:

"All humans will eventually perish."

As a human, Mu Feng couldn't wait any longer. This departure might mean never seeing her again in this lifetime.

Hisewen could not accept this outcome. She could accept imprisonment without hesitation, but she could not ignore the feelings of her closest loved ones, nor could she pretend not to care about the pain of being separated from her brother Mufeng forever.

Hisewen could sense that even though he never mentioned it to anyone, Mu Feng's affection for them was beyond compare.

Whether it's her, Carolie, Abel, Ofini, or any of the little Meloshens of Fontaine, Mu Feng always tries his best to satisfy and support their requests and interests; when faced with misunderstandings and malice, he is always the first to stand in front of them.

She couldn't even imagine the profound impact the worst possible outcome would have on both her and her brother Mufeng.

But her friends couldn't wait either. Injuries were eroding the girl's health inch by inch, and her body was weakening day by day. The situation was critical, leaving no room for hesitation or retreat.

On one side was her first patient, a friend whose condition was critical; on the other side were her closest family members, who were always concerned about and worried about her life.

No matter which path you choose, it seems the outcome is already irreversible.

Siegwen remained silent for a long time. She lowered her head, bit her lower lip tightly, and clenched her small round hands with all her might. With difficulty, she uttered her answer: "If... if it won't hurt anyone else... I'm willing."

Just uttering those few words seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

The witch smiled helplessly and sighed softly, "Alas... you really are my student."

The witch's gaze extended beyond the boundaries of the house, fixed on the unknowable distance, as if she were passing through the barriers of time, quietly paying homage to a figure at the end of time.

Many years ago, didn't her "teacher" make the same choice as the military medic who had already given his life in that apocalyptic, dark calamity?

The witch's eyes flashed with a burning light once more. She rose slightly, straightening her back, as if a weary warhorse had been rekindled with the fighting spirit to gallop across the battlefield. With all the burdens on her shoulders removed, the witch commanded in a resolute tone, "Very well, then let me gamble one more time."

"If a miracle really happens in two hours, then I will have found a way to save the whole of Fontaine and will have the strength to help you save that girl."

"But what if a miracle doesn't happen?"

"Then there's one more disease that I can't cure."

"Stop looking for me."

"I will leave you a final gift, which is my discovery in researching this strange disease, and also a magical potion."

"It might be able to help you treat the patient in front of you."

……

Higewen left the cabin, anxious and uneasy, yet with a sliver of hope, praying for good fortune. Two hours later, when she pushed open the old wooden door again and cautiously stepped into the cabin, it was already empty.

Two small glass bottles sat quietly on the table. One bottle was filled with a light blue liquid, and the other contained a rolled-up letter.

Underneath the glass bottle lay a still-wet note. In her final instructions, the witch detailed the effects of this "magical potion" and made a one-sided agreement.

"Higwen, before you understand the whole truth, please don't open my last message. Consider it our final 'promise'."

After reading her teacher's instructions, Siegwen stared at the blue-purple potion on the table. Its alluring color seemed like a swirling vortex, softly playing a seductive siren's tune. The smooth bottle reflected Siegwen's face: her small, pink and blue ears, her ruby-like eyes, and Melusin's uniquely fluffy and adorable cheeks. At this moment, her face was filled with sorrow and grief. She wasn't oblivious; her teacher might truly be gone.

"Boom"

The dark clouds outside the window gradually lowered, and with a flash of thunder across the sky, a torrential downpour began, enveloping the entire world in a hazy, indistinct curtain of rain. The scenery outside the window instantly blurred into a bizarre array of colors, which was then swallowed up by the approaching darkness.

Where was she on that rainy night last time?

Siegwen remembered that on the last stormy night, she, Caroline, and a group of Melusin friends stayed overnight at a café, listened to fairy tales that Mufeng had never heard before, enjoyed steaming hot milk, and then fell asleep peacefully together.

Higewen smiled sweetly, but a tear involuntarily slid down her cheek.

She entered the room, put on a pure white trench coat, and carefully put the teacher's letter into the first-aid kit. Then, she took out a lunchbox covered with cute stickers that she always carried with her and put all the few butter cookies in her mouth.

The sweet aroma of butter biscuits gradually dispelled the fear and sorrow. Siegfried took a deep breath, uncorked the glass jar, and drank the pale blue liquid in one gulp. Then, she gently closed the door and resolutely stepped into the torrential rain.

I'm sorry, Brother Mufeng.

You always say that Siegfried is a sensible little angel.

But please allow Siegwen to be a little willful this once.