3. Mondstadt: Into the City of Freedom

Tayden stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he faced the formidable figure before him. The woman was tall, her striking blue hair swaying slightly in the breeze as she fixed him with an intense, icy gaze. Her presence was commanding, her stance unwavering, and the massive greatsword she wielded was pointed directly at him, its sharp edge gleaming ominously in the sunlight.

"State your business in Mondstadt," the woman demanded, her voice cold and authoritative. Tayden could feel the weight of her words pressing down on him, as if the sword itself were resting against his throat.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out at first. His mind raced, trying to come up with a believable explanation that wouldn't end with him being sliced in half. The memories of the past few days—the terror of the Hilichurl attack, the confusion of being thrust into a world that wasn't his own, the desperate struggle to survive—swirled together in a chaotic mess. He couldn't afford to reveal the truth about where he was really from, but what could he say that would convince her to let him go?

"I-I was kidnapped," Tayden stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he finally found the words. "By a group of treasure hoarders. They ambushed me and left me stranded in the mountains. I… I managed to escape, and some adventurers helped me find my way here."

He tried to keep his gaze steady, but his eyes couldn't help but flicker nervously to the greatsword in her hands. The weapon was nearly as tall as he was, and the thought of it being used against him sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard, willing his voice to remain steady as he continued, "I'm just trying to find safety. Please, I don't want any trouble."

The woman, whom Tayden would later come to know as Eula Lawrence, the Spindrift Knight of the Knights of Favonius, didn't lower her sword. Instead, she seemed to study him, her piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly as if she were weighing his words against some invisible scale of truth.

"Treasure hoarders, you say?" Eula's tone was skeptical, and she took a step closer, the tip of her sword hovering dangerously close to his chest. "And you just happened to escape from them unharmed?"

Tayden nodded quickly, desperately trying to convey sincerity. "Yes! I-I mean, not completely unharmed," he added, lifting his arm to show his tattered clothes with a little blood on them, a remnant of his earlier struggles. "I was lucky… really lucky. They were distracted by something else, and I just ran."

Eula's gaze flicked to the bruise, her expression unreadable. The silence that followed was suffocating, each second stretching into an eternity as Tayden waited for her judgment. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down the back of his neck, his pulse thundering in his ears. The world around him seemed to blur, his entire focus locked onto the woman and the weapon she wielded.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Eula sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction. "Very well," she said, though her voice still carried an edge of doubt. "I will escort you to Mondstadt and verify your story. But be warned—if I find out that you're lying, there will be consequences." Her eyes hardened as she added, "Vengeance will be mine."

Tayden's heart skipped a beat at the ominous tone of her words, and he nodded vigorously. "I-I understand. Thank you… really, thank you."

For a moment, Eula's expression softened, but it was so fleeting that Tayden wondered if he had imagined it. She turned away, sheathing her sword with a practiced motion that spoke of years of training and discipline. "Follow me," she instructed, already beginning to walk away.

Tayden let out a long, shaky breath, his legs feeling like jelly as he hurried to keep up with her. Relief washed over him in waves, though it was tinged with the lingering fear of what might happen if she decided not to believe him after all. He was alive, for now, and that was enough.

As he followed Eula down the path, Tayden couldn't help but steal glances at her. She moved with a grace that was almost unnatural, her every step purposeful and precise. There was a coldness to her demeanor, a distance that made her seem untouchable, but there was also a strength that commanded respect. He wondered what her story was—how someone like her had come to be in this position of authority and power.

But more than that, he wondered what would happen if she ever found out the truth about him. The thought made his stomach twist with anxiety. For now, all he could do was play along and hope that his story would hold up under scrutiny.

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The road leading to Mondstadt was a winding path, bordered by dense trees and lush greenery that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. The air was fresh, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers, and the soft rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to the tense silence that hung between Tayden and Eula.

As they walked, Tayden's eyes roamed the landscape, taking in the details of this strange new world he had found himself in. Everything was so vivid, so alive, from the vibrant colors of the foliage to the distant mountains that rose majestically against the horizon. It was like stepping into a painting, each element meticulously crafted to create a scene of breathtaking beauty.

But as awe-inspiring as the scenery was, Tayden couldn't shake the sense of unease that gnawed at him. Eula's presence was a constant reminder of the precariousness of his situation. One wrong move, one slip of the tongue, and she could easily decide he was a threat and deal with him accordingly. The sword she carried was no mere ornament—it was a weapon she clearly knew how to use, and the thought of being on the receiving end of it kept his nerves on edge.

They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the crunch of their boots on the dirt path and the occasional chirping of birds. Tayden's mind raced, trying to think of something to say, anything that might ease the tension. He needed to stay on her good side, at least until they reached the city.

As they passed a particularly large tree, Tayden's attention was drawn to a statue standing at its base. The figure was tall and regal, with arms outstretched as if in blessing. The stone was weathered with age, but there was a certain majesty to it, an aura of power that made him stop in his tracks.

"What's that?" unable to keep the curiosity out of his voice.

Eula, who had been walking slightly ahead of him, paused and turned to follow his gaze. Her expression was unreadable as she studied him, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge whether his question was genuine. "You don't know?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

Tayden realized his mistake too late. In his eagerness to learn more about this world, he had forgotten to maintain the facade of someone who supposedly belonged here. He stammered, trying to backtrack, "I-I mean, I've seen statues before, of course, but… I guess I've just never seen one quite like this."

Eula's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, and Tayden braced himself for another round of questioning. But instead of pressing him further, she simply let out a small huff, almost as if she were disappointed. "That is a Statue of The Seven," she explained, her voice cool and measured. "They are monuments dedicated to the Archons—the gods who rule over the elements in Teyvat."

Tayden nodded, trying to absorb the information without letting his astonishment show. He had heard the term "Archon" before, but the idea that these beings were actual gods, worshipped by the people of this world, was something he hadn't fully grasped until now.

"The one you see here represents Barbatos, the Anemo Archon," Eula continued, her gaze shifting to the statue as she spoke. "He is the God of Freedom and the protector of Mondstadt."

There was a hint of pride in her voice, subtle but unmistakable, and Tayden couldn't help but be struck by how deeply rooted these beliefs were in the people here. The statue itself was a testament to that—a towering figure that stood as both a symbol of devotion and a reminder of the power that the Archons wielded.

"So, gods really exist in this world?" Tayden muttered under his breath, more to himself than to her.

Eula's sharp ears caught the words, and she turned to him with a slight frown. "Yes, the Archons are very real," she said, her tone carrying a warning not to speak lightly of such matters. "Each nation in Teyvat is protected by one of the Seven, and their influence is felt in every aspect of our lives."

Tayden nodded again, though his mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. Back in his world, he had never believed in gods or the supernatural. Science and logic had always been his guiding principles, and the notion of divine beings was something he had always dismissed as myth or fantasy. Yet here he was, in a world where gods not only existed but actively influenced the lives of the people who worshiped them. It was a revelation that left him feeling both awed and unsettled.

As they continued their walk, Tayden found himself glancing back at the statue, his thoughts swirling with questions. What kind of power did these Archons possess? Were they benevolent, or did they have their own agendas? And most importantly, what would they think of someone like him—an outsider, someone who didn't belong in this world at all?

The road wound on, leading them through groves of towering trees and past sparkling streams that cut through the landscape like veins of liquid silver. The beauty of the world around him was undeniable, but Tayden couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place, like a character who had wandered into the wrong story.

They passed a field of wildflowers, the vibrant colors swaying gently in the breeze, and Tayden caught the faint scent of something sweet and floral. It was calming, a brief respite from the tension that had been knotting his stomach ever since Eula had first confronted him. For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine that this was just a normal walk, that he was merely a traveler exploring a new land, free of the fears and uncertainties that plagued him.

But reality quickly reasserted itself when Eula came to a sudden stop, causing Tayden to nearly bump into her. He looked up, startled, and saw that they had reached the crest of a hill. Beyond it, the city of Mondstadt spread out before them, a vision of medieval splendor nestled in the heart of a vast, blue lake.

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"We have arrived. Welcome to Mondstadt, the City of Freedom," Eula announced, her voice tinged with a subtle pride as she gestured toward the sprawling city below.

Tayden's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Mondstadt was unlike anything he had ever seen. The city's architecture was a blend of old-world charm and fantastical design, with tall, narrow buildings constructed from pale stone, their steep roofs covered in red and green tiles. Windmills dotted the landscape, their massive blades turning lazily in the breeze, and in the distance, the spire of a grand cathedral rose above the rooftops, its silhouette stark against the clear blue sky.

The city was surrounded by a sturdy stone wall, and from their vantage point, Tayden could see the bustling activity within. People moved through the streets like ants in a colony, their movements purposeful but unhurried. The sound of laughter and music drifted up to him, mingling with the calls of merchants hawking their wares and the rhythmic clang of blacksmiths at work. It was a city alive with energy and warmth, a stark contrast to the solitude and danger of the wilderness he had just left behind.

For a moment, Tayden was overcome with a sense of wonder, his worries momentarily forgotten as he marveled at the sheer beauty of the scene. The architecture was distinctly European in style, with cobbled streets winding through expansive plazas and arched bridges spanning canals that glinted in the sunlight. It was like something out of a storybook, a place where anything seemed possible.

As they began their descent toward the city gates, Tayden's eyes couldn't stop darting from one feature to another, trying to take it all in. He noticed that the buildings were adorned with intricate carvings and colorful decorations, and many of the homes had small gardens filled with vibrant flowers. The entire city seemed to exude a sense of harmony and order, as if it had been carefully designed to be both functional and beautiful.

Eula, walking slightly ahead of him, glanced back and saw the look of awe on his face. She let out a small chuckle, the sound soft and almost musical. "You look like a child who's just been given candy," she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Tayden flushed, suddenly self-conscious. "I've just… never seen anything like this before," he admitted, his eyes still wide with wonder.

Eula's expression softened slightly, though she quickly masked it with her usual stoic demeanor. "Mondstadt is a city built on the principles of freedom," she said, her tone taking on a more serious note. "But it is also a place with its own struggles and conflicts. Don't let the appearance of peace fool you—there are dangers here, just as there are in the wilderness."

As they approached the gates, Tayden noticed two knights standing guard, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. The knights straightened as they saw Eula approach, though Tayden couldn't help but notice a subtle tension in their posture, as if they were wary of her.

"Captain Eula," one of the knights greeted her, his tone respectful but guarded. "Who is this?"

Eula inclined her head slightly. "This is Tayden," she replied, her voice steady. "He was kidnapped by treasure hoarders and managed to escape. I'm taking him to the headquarters to see what should be done next."

The knights exchanged a glance, their expressions inscrutable. After a brief pause, the first knight nodded and stepped aside, allowing them to pass. "Very well. You may proceed."

Tayden felt a wave of relief wash over him as they walked through the gates and into the city proper. The bustling atmosphere immediately enveloped him, the sounds, smells, and sights all competing for his attention. Children ran through the streets, their laughter echoing off the stone walls, while merchants called out to potential customers, their voices rising above the general din. The scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the floral fragrance of the dandelions that seemed to be everywhere.

For a moment, Tayden felt overwhelmed by the sensory overload. It had been days since he had been in a place like this—somewhere full of life, color, and warmth. The contrast with the wilderness he had just left behind was so stark that it almost brought tears to his eyes. He had been alone for what felt like an eternity, and now, suddenly, he was surrounded by people, by the hum of civilization.

Eula, noticing that Tayden had fallen behind, turned back to see him standing in the middle of the street, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her expression softened, and she approached him with a touch of concern in her voice. "Are you alright?"

Tayden blinked rapidly, trying to clear the moisture from his eyes. He forced a smile, though it wavered slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just… it's been a while since I've been around so many people. It reminds me of home, I guess."

Eula's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she nodded. "Mondstadt has a way of evoking nostalgia in those who are far from home," she said quietly.

Together, they continued their walk through the city, climbing a set of stairs that led toward a large, imposing building that Tayden assumed was the Knights of Favonius headquarters. As they ascended, Tayden couldn't help but notice the signs of recent damage—cracked walls, shattered windows, and scorched earth where fires had clearly burned. 

"What happened here?" gesturing to the damaged buildings as they passed.

Eula's expression darkened slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. "A Hilichurl attack," she said, her tone clipped. "They've been more aggressive and coordinated lately, which is unusual for them. We managed to drive them off, but the damage was done."

Tayden frowned, the memory of the Hilichurls he had encountered still fresh in his mind. "Hilichurls… those are the creatures with the weird masks, right?"

Eula nodded. "Yes. They are common enemies in this region, but their recent behavior is concerning. Hilichurls are usually disorganized and easily dealt with, but something has been driving them to attack in larger, more coordinated groups. It's as if they're being controlled by something—or someone."

Tayden's frown deepened. "That doesn't sound good. Do you have any idea what's causing it?"

Eula shook her head, her expression troubled. "We're still investigating. There have been rumors of strange happenings all across Mondstadt—unexplained weather patterns, unusual elemental disturbances, and with Stormterror causing mayhem, things have been a little hectic."

…

"Soo… your name is Eula, right?" Tayden asked after a moment, trying to shift the conversation to something lighter. "I heard those two knights at the gate say that was your name. We didn't really get a chance to introduce ourselves properly, did we?"

Eula stopped in her tracks, her head snapping toward Tayden with an intensity that made him flinch. For a moment, he thought he had said something wrong, and his mind scrambled for a way to backpedal.

Eula's eyes bore into him, her expression unreadable, before she spoke. "You're right. It was an oversight on my part, and unbecoming of a knight to forget. But..." She leaned in slightly, her gaze narrowing. "Are you looking down on me for not introducing myself?"

Tayden's heart skipped a beat. "No, not at all!" he said quickly, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "It's really not a big deal. I just thought it would be nice to know the name of the person who's, uh… not slicing me in half." Tayden then realised it was probably not the smartest thing to say that last part.

Eula stared at him for another long moment, and just when Tayden thought she might draw her sword again, she suddenly straightened, a look of resolve crossing her features. "Vengeance will be mine!" she declared, her voice filled with conviction.

Tayden blinked, completely taken aback. "Wait, what? Vengeance? For what?"

But Eula didn't answer his question. Instead, her demeanor shifted once more, becoming more formal as she cleared her throat and gave a slight bow. "My name is Eula Lawrence. I am a member of the Lawrence Clan and hold the title of Spindrift Knight. I serve as a captain in the Reconnaissance Company of the Knights of Favonius."

Tayden, still trying to process the sudden shift in her behavior, quickly nodded. "Uh, nice to meet you, Eula. I'm Tayden Voss, eighteen years old, and… a lost, homeless person trying not to die." He tried to inject a bit of humor into his tone, but the attempt fell flat when he saw Eula's expression remain serious.

"So, you're part of a clan?" Tayden added, hoping to keep the conversation going. "That sounds pretty cool."

Eula's eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, her stoic mask slipped, revealing a flicker of something—was it surprise?—before she quickly regained her composure. "Cool… yes, I suppose you could call it that," she replied, though her tone carried an undercurrent of something more complex.

Tayden noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor and realized there was more to the story than she was letting on. But he knew better than to pry, especially given how unpredictable her mood seemed to be. Instead, he simply nodded, letting the subject drop as they continued their walk toward the Knights' headquarters.

---

The imposing structure of the Knights of Favonius headquarters loomed ahead, its stone walls towering over the surrounding buildings. The headquarters was a fortress in its own right, with battlements and towers that gave it the appearance of an impenetrable stronghold. It was a testament to the power and authority of the order, a place where the defenders of Mondstadt planned their strategies and made decisions that would affect the entire region.

As they entered the building, Tayden was immediately struck by the grandeur of the interior. The main hall was vast, with high ceilings supported by intricately carved pillars. Banners and tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of valor and honor, and the floor was polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the light from the chandeliers that hung overhead. Knights in gleaming armor moved about with purpose, their presence exuding strength and discipline.

Eula led him through the main hall, her stride confident and assured. Several knights greeted her with respectful nods as they passed, though Tayden couldn't help but notice the subtle undercurrent of tension in their interactions. It was clear that Eula was respected, but there was something else there as well—a wariness, as if they weren't entirely comfortable in her presence.

As Eula spoke with one of the knights, explaining the situation, Tayden found his attention wandering. He couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer scale of the headquarters, the sense of history and tradition that seemed to permeate the very air. He marveled at the beauty of the architecture, the way the light played off the polished stone and the rich colors of the tapestries.

But as he looked around, something else caught his eye—a flash of white moving swiftly through the hall. Tayden turned his head just in time to see a girl with white hair, dressed in a maid outfit that was curiously paired with armor, darting past the other knights with a sense of urgency. "Excuse me, coming through!" Her expression was focused and determined, her movements quick and efficient as she weaved through the crowd.

Tayden watched her for a moment, puzzled by the odd combination of attire. Was she a knight or a maid? Or perhaps both? The sight of her rushing through the hall, her armor clinking softly with each step, seemed out of place in a setting like this, and yet there was something undeniably intriguing about her.

Before he could ponder the question further, Eula called out to him, snapping him back to the present. "Tayden, follow me."

He quickly obeyed, hurrying to catch up with her as they ascended a set of stairs leading to the upper floor. The stairs were wide and made of stone, their surface worn smooth by the passage of countless feet over the years. The walls were lined with portraits of past knights, their stern faces watching over the proceedings with an air of solemnity.

At the top of the stairs, Eula led him down a long corridor that ended in front of a heavy wooden door. She pushed the door open, revealing a small chamber with a table and chairs at its center. The room was simple and functional, with little in the way of decoration, but there was a certain air of authority about it, as if it were meant for official business.

Tayden hesitated at the threshold, suddenly feeling a surge of anxiety. "Am I… am I being arrested?" he asked, half-joking but with a trace of genuine concern in his voice.

Eula, to his surprise, chuckled softly. "No, you're not under arrest," she said, gesturing for him to enter. "This is just a temporary holding place while we wait for someone to assess your situation."

Relieved, Tayden stepped into the room and sat down in one of the chairs, trying to relax. The chair was sturdy and uncomfortable, with a wooden backrest that dug into his spine, but he did his best to ignore it. He glanced around the room, noting the lack of windows and the single door that served as both entrance and exit. It wasn't exactly a prison cell, but it wasn't far off, either.

As he settled in, something caught his attention. "Hey, where's your sword?" Tayden asked, realizing that the massive weapon she had been carrying earlier was nowhere to be seen.

Eula looked at him, her expression faintly amused. "It's stored in my Vision," she replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Tayden blinked, confusion evident on his face. "Your… Vision?"

"You don't even know what a Vision is?" Eula sighed, shaking her head. "Visions are a gift from the gods," she explained, pointing to the emblem on her outfit. "This is a Cryo Vision. Visions are granted to mortals who are deemed worthy by the gods, and they allow us to wield elemental powers. My Vision allows me to control ice."

Tayden stared at the Vision, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend what she was saying. So that's how she could store her sword and use such incredible abilities. The idea that the gods themselves granted these powers made Eula seem even more formidable in his eyes. "That's… amazing," If the gods had acknowledged her, she had to be someone truly remarkable.

Before he could ask more questions, the door creaked open, and a new figure stepped into the room. Tayden's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the woman who entered. She was strikingly beautiful, with a mature, confident aura that was both alluring and intimidating. Dressed in a witch-like outfit that was predominantly purple.

"Lisa?" Eula's voice held a note of surprise as she addressed the woman.

Lisa gave a tired but good-natured smile. "Yes, it's me. The usual officers are out of commission after the recent attack, so I was the only one available to handle this matter."

Eula nodded, though Tayden could see a flicker of unease in her eyes, as if she were unsure about leaving him in Lisa's care. "I understand. I've brought him here to be questioned. His story about being kidnapped by treasure hoarders seems credible, but I'll leave the final judgment to you."

Lisa's gaze turned toward Tayden, and he felt as if he were being scrutinized by someone who could see right through him. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and they seemed to sparkle with a kind of mischief that put him even more on edge.

"Well, well, aren't you an interesting one," Lisa said, her voice a silky purr as she slowly approached him. "Don't worry, sweetie. We're just going to have a little chat, that's all."

Tayden tried to smile, but it came out more as a grimace. His earlier relief at avoiding Eula's blade was quickly being replaced by a new kind of anxiety—the kind that came from being in the presence of someone who clearly held all the cards.

Eula hesitated at the door, glancing back at Tayden one last time. There was something in her eyes, something almost like reluctance, but she quickly masked it with her usual stoic expression. "I'll leave you to it, then," she said, her voice betraying none of the hesitation that had flickered across her face. "Goodbye, Tayden."

Tayden managed a weak wave as she left the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click that seemed to echo in the small space. He was alone with Lisa now, and the sense of unease only deepened as she took a seat across from him, her gaze never leaving his.

The room seemed to grow colder as Lisa settled into her chair, and Tayden could feel a chill creeping up his spine. Despite her warm, almost playful demeanor, there was something undeniably intimidating about her. He wasn't sure if it was the way she carried herself, the way her eyes seemed to dance with unspoken knowledge, or the fact that she was a witch-like figure in a world where magic was very, very real.

"So, Tayden," Lisa began, leaning forward slightly with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Why don't you tell me a bit more about how you ended up here in Mondstadt? I'm sure there's more to your story than what you've already told Eula."

Tayden gulped, his mind racing to come up with something that wouldn't incriminate him. He had already told Eula the basics—kidnapped by treasure hoarders, escaped with the help of some adventurers, found his way to Mondstadt. But Lisa seemed far more perceptive, far more likely to dig beneath the surface and uncover the truths he was desperate to keep hidden.

"Uh, well," Tayden began, trying to keep his voice steady. "Like I told Eula, I was traveling through the wilderness when I got ambushed by a group of treasure hoarders. They stole my belongings and left me stranded in the mountains. I wandered around for a while, got attacked by a few hillicurls, trying to find my way back, and eventually, I ran into some adventurers who pointed me toward Mondstadt."

Lisa nodded slowly, her fingers lightly drumming on the table as she listened. "Interesting. And these adventurers… did they have names? I'd love to know more about the people who helped you."

Tayden's stomach twisted into knots. He hadn't thought to create backstories for the fictional adventurers he'd mentioned. He had hoped the story would be vague enough to avoid such scrutiny. "Uh, yeah there was one man and two women. Lukas and his two friends Emma and Samantha," trying to keep his voice casual. "They gave me some food and a map of Mondstadt and thats how i got here"

"Mmm," Lisa hummed, leaning back in her chair, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Is that so? You're very lucky, then. It's not often that one finds themselves in such a dire situation and manages to escape unharmed."

Tayden forced himself to hold her gaze, even as every instinct screamed at him to look away. He knew he was walking a tightrope here—one wrong move, one wrong word, and Lisa might decide that he was more trouble than he was worth.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Tayden said, trying to muster a smile. "I'm just really grateful to be alive, honestly."

Lisa tilted her head slightly, as if she were considering his words. The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive, until finally, she leaned forward again, folding her hands neatly on the table. "You know, Tayden, Mondstadt is a city of freedom, but that freedom comes with responsibilities. We value honesty and transparency here. If there's anything else you'd like to share with me—anything at all—now would be the time."

Tayden's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck. He knew what she was doing—trying to coax the truth out of him, trying to make him confess to something, anything, that might explain the inconsistencies in his story.

"I… I think I've told you everything, really," Tayden said, his voice trembling slightly despite his best efforts to keep it steady. "I'm just a traveler who got caught up in something I didn't understand. I don't know what else there is to say."

Lisa's eyes bore into him for what felt like an eternity, and Tayden had to fight the urge to squirm under her gaze. Finally, she sighed and leaned back in her chair, a small, almost wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Very well," she said, her tone lighter than before. "I suppose we can leave it at that for now. But do keep in mind, Tayden, that secrets have a way of coming to light, especially in a place like Mondstadt. I'd hate for you to find yourself in a situation where your past catches up with you in… unpleasant ways."

Tayden's stomach churned at the thinly veiled warning, but he managed to nod, grateful that the interrogation—or, as Lisa had put it, the "chat"—seemed to be coming to an end.

"Thank you for your time, Lisa," Tayden said, rising from his chair and hoping that his voice didn't betray how shaken he felt. "I appreciate the understanding."

Lisa gave him a smile that was almost too sweet to be genuine. "Of course, dear. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other around the city. After all, Mondstadt isn't that big, and I do love to keep an eye on interesting newcomers."

Tayden swallowed hard and nodded, quickly making his way to the door. He had barely taken a step outside when he heard Lisa's voice call after him, light and teasing.

"And do take care, Tayden. You wouldn't want to stumble into any more trouble, now would you?"

He forced a smile and shook his head, then quickly walked down the corridor, his heart racing. He could still feel the weight of her gaze on his back, even as he hurried down the stairs and back into the main hall of the headquarters.

The cool air of the headquarters' interior did little to calm his nerves, and Tayden found himself pacing back and forth near the entrance, his mind racing with everything that had just happened. Lisa had been far more perceptive than he had anticipated, and it was clear that she didn't entirely believe his story. She might have let him go for now, but he knew that she would be watching him closely, waiting for him to slip up.

He needed to be more careful—far more careful. This world might be beautiful, but it was also filled with dangers he hadn't even begun to comprehend. And with people like Lisa and Eula around, he couldn't afford to let his guard down for even a moment.

Tayden took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He had made it this far, and he wasn't going to let a single interrogation shake him. He just needed to focus, to find a way to survive in this world until he could figure out how to get home.

As he stood there, lost in thought, the door to the headquarters swung open, and Eula stepped inside, her expression as unreadable as ever. She glanced at him briefly before walking over, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor.

"Are you done with your questioning?" she asked, her voice as cool and distant as always.

Tayden nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah. Lisa was, uh, very thorough."

Eula raised an eyebrow but didn't comment further. "Good. You're free to go for now, but you should report to the Knights' headquarters tomorrow morning. We need to keep an eye on you, at least until we're sure you're not a threat."

Tayden swallowed hard, nodding. "I understand."

Eula turned to leave but hesitated, glancing back at him with a slightly softer expression. "You've been through a lot, Tayden. I… apologize if I was too harsh earlier. Mondstadt is a place of freedom, but it's also a place where we have to protect that freedom. I hope you understand."

Tayden was taken aback by the unexpected apology, but he quickly nodded. "No, I get it. You were just doing your job. I appreciate you looking out for the city."

Eula gave him a curt nod, her usual stoic demeanor returning as she straightened her posture. "I'll have someone escort you to a temporary residence where you can stay until we sort things out. It's not much, but it should be comfortable enough for now."

Tayden blinked in surprise, relief flooding through him at the thought of having a safe place to rest. He hadn't realized just how much the tension of the past few days had worn him down until this moment. "Thank you, Eula. I really appreciate it."

She didn't respond right away, instead signaling to a nearby knight who had been standing guard near the entrance. The knight, a young man with sandy blonde hair and a friendly expression, approached with a brisk salute. "Captain Eula, how may I assist?"

"Albert," Eula began, her tone authoritative but not unkind, "this is Tayden. He's new to Mondstadt and will be staying here temporarily. Please escort him to one of the guest residences near the city square."

Albert nodded, his eyes flicking to Tayden with a curious but warm smile. "Of course, Captain. Right this way, Tayden."

Tayden nodded gratefully and followed Albert out of the headquarters. As they stepped back into the bustling streets of Mondstadt, Tayden couldn't help but take in the sights and sounds around him once more. The city was truly alive, a vibrant hub of activity that seemed to pulse with energy. The evening sun bathed the city in a golden light, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets and making the buildings glow with a soft, warm hue.

As they walked, Albert struck up a conversation, his tone friendly and welcoming. "So, Tayden, where are you from? It's not every day we get new arrivals in Mondstadt, especially ones who come with an escort from Captain Eula herself."

Tayden hesitated for a moment, his mind racing to come up with a response that wouldn't raise too many questions. "I'm, uh, from a place far away. You probably wouldn't have heard of it. I ended up here after … multiple unfortunate circumstances."

Albert chuckled, nodding understandingly. "I see, I see. Well, Mondstadt's a good place to be if you're looking for a fresh start. The people here are kind, and there's always something going on. Plus, with the Knights of Favonius around, you can rest easy knowing you're safe."

Tayden smiled at Albert's enthusiasm, finding it infectious. "Yeah, I've noticed. It's a beautiful city."

They continued their walk, and soon the crowded streets began to thin out as they approached a quieter part of town. The buildings here were more modest, though still well-kept and charming, with flower boxes hanging from windows and small gardens dotting the front yards. It was a peaceful area, away from the noise and bustle of the city center, and Tayden could already feel the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease.

"Here we are," Albert announced, stopping in front of a quaint two-story house with whitewashed walls and a red-tiled roof. The house was cozy-looking, with ivy climbing up the walls and a small porch where a wooden bench sat beneath a window. "This is one of the guest residences the Knights use for temporary housing. You should find it comfortable enough."

Tayden stared at the house, a wave of gratitude washing over him. After days of uncertainty and fear, the idea of having a safe, quiet place to stay felt like a blessing. "Thank you, Albert. This is… more than I could have hoped for."

Albert waved a hand dismissively, grinning. "No need to thank me. It's all part of the Knights' duty to make sure everyone in Mondstadt is taken care of. I'll let you settle in, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. There's a market just a few streets over if you need supplies, and the Knights' headquarters is always open if you have any questions."

Tayden nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the kindness he was being shown. "I appreciate it. Really, I do."

With a final smile and a nod, Albert turned to leave, heading back toward the city center. Tayden watched him go, then turned back to the house, his new temporary home. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the creak of the wooden floorboards welcoming him as he crossed the threshold.

The interior of the house was simple but cozy, with a small living area that featured a fireplace, a couple of comfortable chairs, and a wooden table in the corner. A staircase led up to the second floor, where he assumed the bedroom would be. The air inside was cool and slightly musty, as if the house hadn't been occupied in a while, but it was clean and well-maintained.

Tayden walked through the house, exploring each room with a mix of curiosity and relief. The kitchen was modest, with basic cooking supplies and a small pantry stocked with a few essentials. The bedroom upstairs was just as inviting, with a neatly made bed, a small dresser, and a window that overlooked the quiet street below.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress sinking slightly under his weight. For the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to relax, the tension slowly melting away as he took in his surroundings. He was safe, at least for now, and he had a place to stay where he could gather his thoughts and figure out his next steps.

Tayden leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes as he let out a long, deep breath. The events of the past few days played through his mind—his sudden arrival in this world, the terrifying encounter with the Hilichurls, the tense interactions with Eula and Lisa. It had all been so overwhelming, so surreal, that it was hard to believe it had really happened.

But it had happened, and now he was here, in Mondstadt, a city filled with people who had their own lives, their own struggles, and their own stories. Tayden didn't know what the future held for him, but he knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Not yet. There were still too many unanswered questions, too many mysteries about this world and his place in it.

For now, though, he would rest. He would take this brief moment of peace and use it to gather his strength, to prepare himself for whatever challenges lay ahead. Tomorrow, he would report to the Knights' headquarters as Eula had instructed, and he would do whatever it took to survive in this world.

Tayden opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as the last light of day faded into twilight. The stars would soon appear in the sky, their unfamiliar patterns reminding him once again of how far from home he truly was.

But he was alive, and as long as he was alive, he would keep moving forward. He would find his way in this world, no matter what it took.

With that thought in mind, Tayden finally allowed himself to lie down, the soft sheets comforting against his skin. As he drifted off to sleep, the quiet of the night enveloping him, he couldn't help but feel a small spark of hope. Mondstadt might not be home, but for now, it was a place where he could find some semblance of safety, a place where he could start to build a new life.

And that, he thought as sleep finally claimed him, was more than enough.

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End of Chapter 3

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