Genshin Impact: I am the Great General of Liyue

After the young poet finished playing his zither, he put it away and moved closer to Huiyuan.

"Sister, what's the outside world like?"

"Just like in your poems, green grass, earth, blue sky, and birds. By the way, how do you know these words?"

"Wendy taught me all these words. By the way, Wendy hasn't been back for a long time... what has she been up to...?"

Meanwhile, in a corner outside the wind wall, the wind sprite Wendy was troubled by something.

As a spirit of wind, his power was extremely weak; at most, he could freely pass through wind walls and travel between the inner and outer worlds.

That was how it was... Ever since he met the young poet, he gained a new power, the power of friendship.

"I must keep my promise to the little poet..."

With a feather in her heart, Wendy mustered her courage and released her wind shield to rush towards the wall formed by the storm.

It did this to prove that it had the ability to lead others through the wind wall to the outside world.

The storm pounded against the shield, and before long, Wendy was being blown around by the wind.

Logically speaking, as a wind, it shouldn't be blown away by a storm.

Because it was holding a feather in its arms, it was blown around by the wind and could not control its shape.

The tiny sprite was blasted away and rolled onto the snow, its eyes tightly closed.

"The feather... the feather is broken again. No, I must prove myself, that I can do it... Wait for me, little poet, I will definitely lead you out of this!"

Hundreds of attempts, hundreds of failures... each time there was progress, but each time hope slipped through our fingers.

The power of the elves could not ultimately match that of the tyrant, and the gentle wind was no match for the storm.

The source of this storm is the ruler, Dekalapian, who resides atop that tower.

As the ruler of this hellish place, he was unaware of the suffering his actions had brought to his people.

Seated on his throne, he exuded a kingly aura, looking expressionlessly at the kneeling believers below.

Little did they know that this seemingly devout faith was actually just people being crushed by the raging winds, unable to stand up.

People don't genuinely follow him; they just have no other choice...

At this moment, a woman with long, pale yellow hair, carrying the Bow of Amos, arrived at the top of the tower.

She knelt down, watching his every move, and said, "Your Majesty, that arrogant bard is still nowhere to be found..."

There was no response to this. Dekalapian didn't even open his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.

Upon seeing this action, the woman with long, light blonde hair immediately understood and left without a word.

"(Should we continue the search...? My king, my beloved, this young poet was only trying to save someone, why must we persist like this...?)"

The woman's name was Amos.

That's right, her weapon is called the "Bow of Amos" simply because its original owner was named Amos.

Perhaps things reach their extremes and then reverse. The tyrant Decarapian was originally Amos's enemy, but because of her years of infiltration and interaction with him, she unknowingly fell in love with this tyrant.

Although she was overflowing with love, she was merely one of Dekalapian's servants, and the arrogant tyrant would not open his eyes for her.

She had expressed her love many times, only to be met with indifference, which gradually distorted her love, making it as monstrous as a tyrant's.

Kedecarapian did not do it intentionally... Maintaining this powerful wall of storms requires countless efforts and strengths, and he has neither the will nor the ability to deal with such trivial matters.

At night, the believers had long since fallen asleep, but Dekalapian remained seated on his throne, propping his head up with his fist and remaining motionless.

Amos, clutching his other arm, slowly opened his eyes in his sleep.

"I dreamt of waves and sand, of green forests and earth. O king, why do you not set your people free?"

Dekalapian did not respond, remaining expressionless and seemingly deaf to the question.

The woman named Amos was unwilling to accept this and reiterated her demands.

“I dreamt of wild boars frolicking in berry bushes, I dreamt of towering spires… I dreamt of seeing the world with you, and of frolicking in berry bushes together.”

She spoke in a soft tone, but the God-King remained deaf to her.

"(My king, my beloved, why do you not respond to my true feelings? If it wasn't love, why did you take me in in the first place? Did you ever truly love me...?)"

Even with tears streaming down his face, Dekalapian remained motionless.

The woman's love went unanswered, unaware that he, as the king of gods, was currently focused on other matters.

Outside the wind wall, the demon god Andrius is tearing at the storm, trying to rip a hole in it and rescue the people trapped inside.

However, every tear caused by the bite would be mercilessly repaired by Dekalapian.

The tyrant knew that the outside world had no forests and land, no waves and fine sand, only the white, icy snow.

He knew that even he himself could not bear this cold. But he did not know that his storm was also unbearable for the people.

The giant wolf named Andrius knew that a world where sunlight never shines must be incredibly oppressive and unbearable. But he didn't know that the wind and snow he could easily withstand were sharp knives that humans could not endure.

At dawn, the believers gathered once again atop the tower to report various matters to the God-King.

A wise official mustered his courage, stood up, and said, “Your Majesty! The people are so hungry they will eat anything. Please, in your mercy, allow us to go out and find food!”

Upon hearing this request, Decarabian, who had temporarily repelled Andrius, slightly opened his eyes.

"You won't find what you want outside. We're not letting you go out out of love and to protect you. Do you have any objections?"

As he spoke, his eyes, filled with an air of authority, looked at the official.

The official was forced to kneel down on one knee by the strong wind pressure, unable to lift his head.

Seeing that the other party did not express any opinion, Dekalapian closed his eyes.

He didn't see that his own influence made the officials unable to straighten up; he only saw the officials kneeling on one knee, bowing their heads in submission.

Amos, who witnessed this scene, was heartbroken: "(Why didn't you even glance at me at night? Why were our requests rejected by the fierce wind? My king, you accepted me, yet you never looked at me. Did you ever truly love me?)"

Suddenly awakened from her blind infatuation, she realized that he had no true feelings for her.

Just as his words were full of love for people, he was surrounded only by the sharp wind.

He looked down upon his people, who could not stand upright in the endless gale, yet he believed that their actions were an expression of reverence and boundless obedience to the king.