She hadn't not thought about getting closer to Kael.
But when this day truly arrived, she discovered that all she could do was accept it with panic and joy.
"K-Kael..."
Fischl tried to say something, but found Kael's hand gently caressing her cheek, his thumb wiping away the faint sweat.
Those eyes were focused and deep, giving her an invisible sense of security, as if saying: "Don't worry, I'm here."
Fischl's heart trembled, staring at him blankly, as if suddenly returning to the moment they fought side by side.
At that time, she could also see the same smile in his eyes.
Only now, the emotion was stronger, making her unable to look away.
"Relax a bit."
Unknowingly, Kael, who had already undone Fischl's clothes, felt her tension and smiled, patting her hip.
Fischl's face turned red. She subconsciously clamped her legs, shaking her head hurriedly, stammering, "No, no."
But just after shaking her head, as Kael patted gently, Fischl still subconsciously relaxed her legs.
Seeing the duplicitous Fischl, Kael laughed dumbly, making Fischl blush with shame and anger.
I clearly clamped them!
How did this happen.
At this time, Fischl discovered that the relics on her body had been completely undone.
Kael's fingertips slid across her skin, bringing waves of electric tremors, making her pretty face even redder. Her whole person was like a cooked shrimp, extremely lovable.
"I, I."
"You."
Just as she spoke, Fischl suddenly felt an unprecedented scorching aura knocking gently at her door.
Making Fischl's mind go completely blank instantly.
This, this, this is...
In the next second, Fischl only felt her door being knocked open.
Even though the two doors were tightly closed, they were gently opened a little, making her whole tense body tight.
"Hiss."
Kael, stuck in a dilemma, only felt a squeezing sensation that made him suck in a breath of cold air.
"Relax."
Kael gently patted Fischl's waist, helping her adjust to a good position.
Fischl, whose mind was in chaos, subconsciously listened to Kael's words and lifted her hips slightly.
In an instant, Kael squeezed all his strength into Fischl's warm body.
Time passed quietly.
Unknowingly, nearly an hour passed.
Morning sunlight spilled onto the bed through the window. The soft halo illuminated Fischl's slightly messy golden hair, as if plating it with a layer of holy brilliance.
Fischl was paralyzed weakly on the bed. Her upper body lay prone, but her white and tender buttocks were still high in the air.
"Is... Is it over..."
Fischl, who had no strength left, murmured with misty eyes, covered in fragrant sweat.
"The physique of a Vision holder is indeed strong, but what you need to do now is rest well."
Seeing that Fischl still had strength, Kael exclaimed.
Only he knew that feeling Fischl's physique was different from ordinary people just now, he had let go a bit.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have passed out long ago.
Gently playing with Fischl's perky buttocks twice, he reached out to cover her with the quilt and pinched her face. "Wait for me to come back tonight."
"You... where are you going?"
Hearing Kael's words, Fischl propped open her heavy eyelids, carrying a trace of fatigue and unwillingness.
Biting her lower lip lightly, she wanted to try to get up, but her arms were sore and weak.
She could only barely prop up her upper body, gritting her silver teeth, her eyes full of unwillingness.
"Actually... actually not taking this Prinzessin?"
Fischl's voice carried a trace of hoarseness.
Although it was still her usual chuunibyou tone, at this moment it seemed exceptionally weak, like acting spoiled.
Kael shook his head gently, reached out to rub her messy golden hair, his tone carrying helpless doting: "Rest well. I'm going out with Jean and the others. I'll be back after solving the Stormterror matter, at most one day."
"Must... come back."
Fischl's voice already carried a bit of drowsiness, but she still stared at Kael stubbornly, some unease in her eyes.
Kael sighed helplessly, reached out and pinched her white tender cheek, smiling lightly with a comforting meaning. "What, afraid I won't come back?"
Fischl blushed, turned her head away, her voice lowering a few decibels. "Hmph, this Prinzessin is not worried... It's just... Stormterror is after all..."
Kael looked at her awkward appearance with a smile, reached out and gently pressed her forehead. The warm touch made Fischl tremble slightly. His tone was soft: "Rest obediently. Wait for me to come back."
After speaking, Kael simply tidied up Fischl's stockings.
He didn't tear her clothes, and they were still on her, so there was no need to worry about Fischl having no clothes to wear when she woke up.
After doing all this, Kael walked out.
Fischl on the bed opened her eyes slightly, looking at Kael's back, her eyes flickering slightly.
Finally unable to resist the fatigue of her body, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep in the familiar sense of security.
Morning in Mondstadt. Dawn light spilled on the stone slab streets, carrying the residual coolness of the night.
The air was filled with the faint scent of dew.
There were many pedestrians on the street, and the low conversations of merchants could be heard everywhere.
Everyone was talking about the Knights of Favonius stationed around the Snezhnayan Embassy.
Kael walked quickly along the familiar path toward the tavern.
Pushing open the door, the light inside the tavern was soft. The wooden tables and chairs looked warm and quiet.
And familiar figures were already waiting.
"Kael! You're late!"
A voice slightly dissatisfied rang out abruptly.
Paimon put her hands on her hips, glaring at him angrily. Her small face was wrinkled into a ball, looking very cute.
"Do you know how many minutes you are late?"
Paimon gestured with her hands. "A full... many minutes! If you didn't come, we were going to find you!"
Hearing this, Kael shook his head with a laugh.
He found a seat casually and sat down, his tone relaxed. "Woke up late. Sorry, sorry."
"Hmph!"
Paimon still looked at him angrily but didn't pursue it further.
Beside her, Lumine looked at Kael suspiciously, her gaze sizing him up slightly, seeming to notice something, but she didn't speak.
On the other side, Diluc was as silent as ever, hands crossed on the table, seemingly thinking about something.
"Where is Grand Master Jean?"
Kael looked around and asked.
"Waiting for us outside."
Paimon answered while swinging her legs. "She said it's inconvenient to appear here openly. Let's meet up first."
Kael nodded gently, didn't say more, and stood up, ready to depart.
However, just as the group walked out of the tavern onto the street, Lumine suddenly frowned slightly, seeming to smell something wrong.
"Hmm?"
She sniffed the air gently, her gaze slowly turning to Kael, a look of suspicion appearing on her face.
Kael's body seems to have a strange smell.
Although very faint, I can't quite describe it.
Thinking this, Lumine mobilized Anemo power, circling around Kael.
Like an invisible clear stream, instantly wiping away all residual odors.
After the smell was gone, Lumine nodded with satisfaction. "This is more perfect."
Immediately, she left Mondstadt with Diluc and Paimon.
After leaving Mondstadt.
After walking a distance, they saw Jean and Venti waiting.
"Hi, everyone. Good morning."
Venti, holding the rejuvenated Holy Lyre, greeted Kael and Lumine with a relaxed smile on his face.
That calm appearance made it seem like what they were about to face was just an ordinary journey.
"Good morning."
Jean nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over everyone slowly, confirming the team's condition. "It seems everyone is in good shape."
"Of course! We are very energetic!"
Paimon patted her small chest confidently.
Then she couldn't help muttering, "It's just... running again. Really, why do we have to run so far every time."
Hearing Paimon's complaint, the corner of Venti's mouth raised slightly, revealing a mischievous smile.
"I said it last night."
Venti gently raised the Holy Lyre in his hand, smiling. "Let me play a farewell song for you, shall I?"
"Farewell song?"
Jean raised an eyebrow slightly.
Diluc also frowned, not understanding what medicine this bard was selling in his gourd.
Only Lumine, Kael, and Paimon looked at each other.
In the next second—
Melodious lyre music flowed from Venti's fingertips, like a breeze blowing across a lake, bringing up points of shimmering light. The whole air seemed to resonate with the lyre sound.
Whoosh—!
Accompanied by the rise and fall of the music, a gentle Anemo power spread suddenly.
Then condensed into invisible airflow, like light wings, surrounding everyone.
"Eh?!"
Paimon opened her eyes wide, staring at the Anemo power surrounding her. "What is this? Wind element blessing?!"
Kael could also clearly feel that this wind power was not only gentle but also revealed a certain wonderful rhythm.
It was as if the wind elements between heaven and earth were actively catering to them, pushing them forward.
Rather than being mobilized by themselves.
As an Anemo Vision holder, Jean was particularly sensitive to Anemo perception.
In an instant, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes—
This power of the wind seems not to come from the mobilization of a Vision!
But actively attaching itself!
This is... what is going on?
Clearly both are Anemo holders.
But Venti's Anemo power seems to belong to him naturally, controlled freely.
Even... more natural and pure than the use of a Vision?
A trace of doubt surged in Jean's heart.
She had tried countless times to use her Vision to perceive Anemo elements.
But she never had this feeling of "Wind actively catering."
What exactly is going on...?
Venti just smiled slightly, as if he had expected their reaction, and said with a smile, "How about it? This is much faster than running by yourself, right?"
Paimon shook her head, feeling the light Anemo element beside her, pleasantly surprised. "Really lighter! Feels like the wind is pushing me!"
"Is this... the blessing of the wind?"
Jean murmured in a low voice.
Is the development of Anemo elements this brave?
Venti just shook his finger with a smile. "No, no. This is just a movement of the farewell chapter."
Hearing this, Jean frowned slightly, more doubts in her heart.
Venti's Anemo... is really too strange.
However, she didn't delve deeper, but nodded gently. "Regardless, this can indeed speed us up."
"Mm-hmm! Then let's set off quickly while we can!"
Paimon waved her small hand impatiently. "With Lumine and Kael here, our speed can almost fly."
"En. If successful, we'll gather at Dawn Winery."
Venti continued with a smile. "There is another Dvalin Tear Crystal there. I will be responsible for collecting it."
"Dawn Winery?"
Jean raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why do you know?"
Yesterday she only learned three locations from Venti.
None could guarantee the source of the information.
But checking back at night, she did find that Stormterror had stayed there.
But that was just a probability.
Not that if you went, you would definitely see it.
But this bard spoke so easily?
Regarding Jean's words, Venti smiled mysteriously, hugged the Holy Lyre gently, and blinked playfully. "The Wind told me."
Jean: "..."
Diluc: "..."
Regarding Venti's words, Jean and Diluc looked at each other and finally decided not to delve into this bard's mysteries.
"Then it's decided."
Jean took a deep breath, withdrew her thoughts, and regained her calm and stability as the Acting Grand Master. "Let's go."
With Jean's order, everyone stepped forward, moving toward the target along the winding mountain road.
Anemo power surrounded them gently.
Accompanied by the lingering charm of Venti's lyre music, the steps under their feet were much lighter.
However, after walking a short distance, Paimon suddenly seemed to remember something. She turned her head sharply to look at Kael and shouted hurriedly, "Your turn, your turn, Kael!"
Hearing Paimon's urging, Kael smiled slightly.
Reaching out his hand, his palm vibrated slightly. An invisible wave spread like ripples, instantly shrouding everyone in it.
[Ripple] Activated.
In an instant, everyone felt wrapped by some gentle and mysterious power.
Steps became lighter, and even the surrounding air flow seemed to become smoother.
The pace of walking involuntarily became faster.
"This..."
Jean's pupils contracted sharply, instantly noticing that her speed had increased again.
Even faster than the wind protection Venti gave them.
Diluc, standing aside, also had his pupils shrink slightly.
His steps became much lighter inadvertently, as if the wind was pushing him forward along his steps, but this was absolutely not the power of Anemo elements.
"Hehe, the familiar feeling is here."
Paimon swayed in mid-air, chuckling.
Then she almost couldn't keep up with Lumine's speed, hurriedly grabbing the corner of Lumine's clothes, afraid of being left behind.
"What exactly is this power?"
Jean murmured in a low voice, frowning slightly.
Although her Vision was Anemo, she knew very well that although the use of Anemo elements could allow people to briefly gain the power to convert elemental power for assistance...
But to achieve what Kael did, increasing everyone's speed to such an exaggerated level...
Even maintaining this state consistently was simply impossible!
This was absolutely not something Anemo power could do!
Is Kael really just an ordinary Mondstadt adventurer?
She couldn't help but recall that not long ago, when the Knights of Favonius investigated the attack on the Fatui elites, because of the "Destruction Aura" left by Kael...
How many secrets is Kael hiding?
Not only Jean, but Diluc present also stared at Kael with sharp eyes.
Although he didn't show much emotion on his face, waves were surging in his heart.
"This is definitely not elemental power."
Diluc thought with certainty.
He was also a Vision holder, and his perception of elemental power was extremely keen.
But the "ripple-like" energy released from Kael just now was completely different from elemental fluctuations.
Instead, it was more like a special power, pushing everyone forward invisibly.
Some mysterious power he had never seen before.