Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

"This is Her Majesty the Empress's decree:"

"I have forgiven your sins."

"And I will give you a new name."

Piero, the "Clown" and chief executive officer of the Fools, stood in the center of the Winter Palace, solemnly and dignifiedly proclaiming the edict of the Ice Queen.

Behind him stood the first seat "Captain" Capitano, the sixth seat "Skirmisher" Scaramucci, and the eighth seat "Lady" Rosalyn.

Wearing the executor's cloak, Peruvier stared expressionlessly at her future colleague, the bright red cross on her chest gleaming with a scarlet light.

"Let this blood-stained name be passed down."

"Poor thing"

"Crazy"

"The Cursed"

"Servant - Arecino"

……

The simple appointment ceremony ended hastily. After the other executives left, Piero left Péruveli behind, who was about to turn away.

"Hundreds of years have passed. I never imagined that the House of Hearths would go through so many twists and turns, only to return to the bloodline of the Crimson Moon Dynasty."

Piero's sharp, hawk-like gaze swept over Peruvé, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"By Her Majesty the Empress's decree, you may ask me five questions."

I will do my best to give you an answer.

"it is good."

Peruvelli nodded decisively, without uttering a single superfluous word, and promptly posed her question.

"My first question is about 'the rule of time.' How much information do I know about it?"

"The ruler of time, 'Rutas', according to the information we currently have, is one of the four shadows of the primordial being Phanes, and its authority..."

The second question is, is the backlash from "time" reversible?

"Based on existing records concerning the authority of time, including documents lost in Canria, we believe..."

"The third question..."

"........."

The question and answer continued in silence. Piero's extensive knowledge inspired a certain respect in Peruvier, so she posed her final and most pressing question.

"The fifth question is whether the dead can be brought back to life."

This time, Piero remained silent for a long time, seemingly pondering how to respond to this pointed question.

He carefully considered his words and gave his answer in a low voice.

“I don’t deny that possibility.”

Peruvée nodded calmly, her face revealing neither joy nor anger, and then turned and left.

The crisp sound of heels striking the ground echoed in the empty Winter Palace. Piero silently watched Peruvéli's figure gradually disappear into the distance, a light gleaming in his deep eyes.

"I thought you would be more concerned with your bloodline, or Her Majesty the Empress's 'plan'."

Just as Péruvelli reached the door, Piero's voice came from behind her, causing her to pause in her steps.

"Those things, for me right now,"

"Meaningless."

Peluvelli didn't turn around. She spoke softly and then took another step.

From then on, the name Peruvéli disappeared from the outside world.

Only the new "father" in the fireplace house.

Alechino.

As the gates of the Winter Palace opened, Peruvieri, or rather Arecino, looked up. The snow was still falling heavily outside. She wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and walked into the snow without hesitation.

……

"The aurora...isn't it beautiful?"

On the frozen plains at the onset of winter, three small figures lay on their sides in the snow, gazing up at the ever-blue and mysterious night sky.

In the tranquil night, the aurora borealis hangs in the sky, and the inverted Milky Way spreads silently with the light, refracting a dazzling and magnificent brilliance.

"It's beautiful."

It was unclear whose response it was, but it was followed by soft sobs.

The aurora is so beautiful, why are they crying?

Clementine wiped away her tears, ripped the Eye of God off her neck, and with all her might held it high into the sky.

The aurora borealis in winter is truly beautiful.

Brother Mufeng.

Did you see that?

Elodie was crying as she gazed up at the star-studded night sky, her tears blurring the colors of the aurora.

She began to hum a song softly.

"Hope for Feathers and Wings"

Peruvieri's fingers clenched, and for the first time, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

She stared blankly into the depths of the snowfield, where everything was pure white.

"Snapped."

Four hands clashed yesterday, and the young girls made a promise to the aurora.

"Let's go see it together when we grow up."

"The aurora borealis at the end of winter."

The aurora borealis arrived as promised, but of the four figures who made the promise years ago, only three remain.

Perhaps the number should have been even smaller.

The blizzard howled, silencing their voices.

The aurora seemed to have kept its promise, its light then shimmering in the night sky, a dazzling turquoise flowing through the sea of ​​stars before gradually fading into the distance.

"Let's go."

Peruvieri patted Elodie and Clementine on the shoulder and spoke softly.

She couldn't show vulnerability or sadness because the person who had always stood in front of her had entrusted her with "home".

She was the father of the Hearth House, a powerful, all-powerful father.

Just like that person from before.

"I'm leaving too."

Clementine stood up, brushed the snow off her clothes, and carefully hung the Eye of God around her neck.

He was to travel throughout the entire continent of Teyvat, just as he had hoped.

Take his eyes and let him see the magnificent and colorful world he has never seen before.

"I will stay in Mondstadt."

She wanted to take the children home.

He ran the new home he left behind, the new home he longed for, a home full of freedom and hope.

This was also Elodie's wish.

Then, he spread his songs to every corner of Teyvat.

I wish I had feathers and wings.

She will give wings to every life, just as the boy once wove wings for her.

"That,"

"Let's make a promise."

A faint smile appeared on Clementine's tear-streaked face as she reached out her hand.

"On this day every year,"

"We will meet again under the aurora borealis at the winter's end."

"it is good."

Three hands were silently clasped together, and the receding aurora borealis witnessed the establishment of the vow.

Then they went their separate ways, running towards different futures.

The aurora, which had been receding, suddenly reappeared, its dazzling light gently draping an invisible cloak over them as they journeyed on their long journey, as if bidding farewell, or as if offering a blessing.

The blizzard obscured their figures; in the pristine white world, there was no trace of their presence.

Only the aurora knows.

No matter how far we go, no matter how long the future may be.

They will eventually return here and meet again under the aurora borealis at the height of winter.

Because, as long as they know, "home" will never fall apart.

Snow stopped.

In the icy plains, a tiny mole emerges from its snow-covered burrow and scurries off into the distance.