Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

While the entire city of Fontaine was in chaos, one person remained calm and observed everything with detached indifference.

Watling stood silently before the dissolved water stains, his fingernails digging into his palms until they bled, but he was completely unaware of it.

He coldly surveyed the bustling crowd, then fixed his murderous gaze on the ashen-faced nobles. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked out of the Opiclie Opera House.

He has more important things to accomplish.

Having shaken off the special patrol team members who tried to keep up, Watling walked alone on the deserted, secluded streets, his mind a jumbled mess.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Before me lay the Maple Dew Cafe, now a complete mess.

He stood silently in place, speechless for a long time.

One day ago, at dusk.

"It's so late, inviting me over can't be just for tea, right?"

Wearing a special patrol uniform, Watlin pulled up a chair and sat wearily down in front of Mu Feng.

Mu Feng smiled and poured tea for Wottering, jokingly saying:

"What, does the captain of the Fontaine Special Patrol Team have such a high profile that he can't be invited?"

Watling smiled and drank the tea in one gulp.

"How can you drink tea like that?"

"What, does the manager of Maple Dew Cafe have such a high status that he even cares about how I drink my tea?"

Watling's counterattack came so quickly that Mu Feng couldn't help but give a wry smile.

After that, the two fell silent, sipping their tea and enjoying their freshly baked desserts without saying a word.

"You're going to make your move, aren't you?"

Mu Feng spoke first, breaking the silence.

Wottering remained noncommittal, continuing to leisurely sip his tea, only offering a completely unrelated answer:

"Carole is not in good condition."

Mu Feng smiled. After several years of knowing each other, he understood this special patrol team captain, who was gentle on the outside but tough on the inside, very well.

In ordinary times, he is the enforcer of the law. But when the person he cares about most is threatened, he will not hesitate to break the shackles of the law and become the most terrifying killer in the night.

In this respect, they are the same kind of people.

Shaking his head, but not trying to persuade Watlin to give up his idea, Mu Feng poured himself another cup of tea and slowly said:

"Why don't you listen to my plan?"

Next, Watling heard the wildest and most meticulously planned scheme he had ever heard in his life.

"Only by surrendering and standing trial can Caroline clear her name in front of everyone."

"Only by killing all the nobles can we prevent them from attacking the Melusin again."

"Only by pretending to be opposed to Navilette can his authority and justice be highlighted."

"at last,"

"Only by instigating riots through prophecy can the impact on Melusin be mitigated as quickly as possible."

Watling stared in shock at the smiling boy drinking tea before him, even feeling a slight sense of fear at the intricate plan.

He will risk his life to overturn the entire political situation in Fontaine. Everyone is caught in his trap.

In contrast, his simplistic approach of using violence to combat violence appears crude and inefficient.

After hesitating, he asked one last question:

"Why can't it be me?"

Mu Feng laughed again, and he gave the final reason for the conversation.

"Only if you stay can we clean up the mess as quickly as possible."

All the words that Watling wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he could only remain silent.

What grounds did he have to persuade Mu Feng to change his decision?

Yes, they are the same kind of people.

Mu Feng stood up and stuffed a thick roll of letter paper into Watlin's hand.

"what is this?"

With a sense of doubt, Watlin opened the letter, which was filled with detailed notes on Melusin's every whim and reminder.

"please."

"Please keep this a secret for me."

Mu Feng patted Watlin on the shoulder, left a final message, then brushed past Watlin and walked into the vast night.

Watling carefully put away the letter and bowed respectfully in the direction Mu Feng had left.

……

"Your plan has succeeded."

Watling murmured softly, knowing that this was the best comfort for the boy.

Watling glanced silently in the direction of the Shadow Chasing Pavilion, where cries filled the air, and resolutely turned and left.

"But it failed."

The soft sigh gradually dissipated in the wind.

……

Under Navelette's guidance, Watlin led the special patrol team to quickly stabilize the situation in Fontaine.

Humans are optimistic creatures who are good at forgetting things. When they learned that the predicted end of the world was still hundreds of years away, everything gradually returned to normal.

No one wants to talk about that trial anymore.

But someone always has to pay the price.

Under the intense and furious search of the Melousin people, all the Fontaine nobles involved in the case were captured and sent to Mero Petersburg without exception.

What awaits them is an endless prison sentence.

But what's the use of that?

Those who have died can never come back.

Is justice delayed still justice?

Nobody knows.

The guilty crowd helped the Melusin family restore the Maple Dew Cafe from ruins to its original state.

only,

The aroma of desserts will never waft from that little kitchen again.

……

Seventy years later.

Navelette and Caroline walked side by side, hurrying towards the Grey River district on the edge of Fontaine.

They were going to see an old friend one last time.

Seriously ill and nearing the end of his life, Watling lay weakly in a small, dilapidated house in the Grey River district, smiling as he greeted his old colleagues.

After retiring, Watling used all his wealth to establish a mutual aid society to help those who had nowhere else to turn find hope in life.

Despite being the president of a large association in Fontaine, Wotterlin himself lived in the most dilapidated house in the Grey River district and ate the simplest food.

He kept only two sets of clothes: a suit for important occasions and his former police uniform from the Special Patrol Team.

Navelette stood solemnly to one side as always, while Caroline began to sob softly.

Since Mu Feng left, she has long forgotten how to cry.

And now, her last human friend is about to leave her once again.

Watling comforted Carolie as he always had, as if he were not a critically ill patient, but the all-powerful special patrol captain he once was.

As he watched Caroline leave with a smile, Watlin called out to Navelette, who was about to leave with her.

"Lord Navelette, please wait a moment."

He kept his promise from back then and kept that secret for countless years.

Over the years, whenever he closes his eyes, he returns to that evening and sits and drinks with that boy once again.

A voice kept reminding him:

You were the one who should have been sent to your death.

He paid the price of burying the truth in exchange for decades of surviving. He fought with all his might, just to make his life worthy of that person's sacrifice.

But at the end of his life, he no longer wanted to hide that secret.

It's time to bring the long-buried truth to light.

In the silence, Navelette learned the truth of what happened back then, and discovered the true nature of the boy who had gone mad during the trial, beneath his disguise.

The Supreme Judge, who considered himself an outsider, faced and even touched upon the complex emotions of humanity for the first time.

He remained silent, but the scepter in his hand trembled slightly.

The old man's eyes, gleaming with a final flicker of lucidity, were like the torches of Judgment Day, fixed intently on the direction of Navelette.

The former special patrol captain, exhausted and with no energy left, no longer had the strength to speak, but Villette miraculously understood what he meant.

Navelette,

That's it.

Is this the justice you uphold?

That night, in Fontainebleau, it was pouring rain.

[Volume 1: End]