Chapter 43 La Signora Never Cared

Indeed, the intelligence was correct.

There was indeed something wrong with Dvalin.

La Signora raised her eyes, gazing at the dragon perched atop the layered clouds and mountains. The latter, borrowing the power of the Temple of the Four Winds, conjured up a huge storm out of thin air.

The entire Mondstadt City was on the verge of collapse under this towering dragon disaster. The whole city-state let out wails. The huge clock tower crashed down.

The tiles of the ancient church flew off one by one, stirring up immense dust. The cries and screams of the Mondstadt people were smothered under that gray haze.

The Fatui had the most outstanding intelligence system in all of Teyvat. It was by relying on this intelligence ahead of their enemies that Snezhnaya's diplomacy was invincible.

This was an opportunity to pressure Mondstadt City using the dragon disaster stirred up by Dvalin.

If they went a step further, if the knights of Mondstadt City were unable to handle this disaster, she would have an excuse to deploy troops to Mondstadt to vanquish Dvalin.

She watched all this with a cold expression, as if unable to hear the cries and wails of the Mondstadt people. Her light purple eyes held not a ripple.

As for the life and death of the wind dragon?

She didn't care.

Monsters should be killed.

Especially [terror dragon].

La Signora was very pure crazy. For the sake of realizing that pure white world in her heart, for the sake of achieving that great ideal, for everyone's happiness, no matter how many sacrifices, she would watch with cold eyes, because these were necessary sacrifices.

She watched the dragon let out wails, its voice half crying, half angry, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a pleased smile.

Yes, yes, five hundred years ago, there was also a terror dragon that did this, there was also a terror dragon hovering above you, people of Mondstadt. Even after five hundred years, you are still so weak and powerless.

What Knights, what knightly spirit... Ridiculous. You did nothing. You ran. You let him die alone on the battlefield!

No matter how many people died, it had nothing to do with Signora.

Nor would she care.

The Knights of Favonius gradually couldn't withstand the wind dragon anymore. The dragon invoked the divine power of the Four Winds Temples, stirring up a storm that covered all of Mondstadt City.

The knights were already straining just to evacuate the people. They tried shooting arrows at the dragon. The arrows pierced through the layered storms, landing on the wind dragon's scales with their power already gone. The dragon grew even more enraged.

"Hah..."

Seino Fugin left the Knights' headquarters. Grand Master Jean had gone to gather forces. She told Seino to go take shelter on his own.

But Seino had no intention of following her orders.

Some people, even after several lifetimes, even if their memories were no longer the same, even if their appearance had completely changed, there were always things ingrained in their bones, rooted deep in their soul that wouldn't change. It was this essence that allowed him to forever be himself.

And the essence of Seino Fugin was: 'saving face'.

To put it in a high-sounding way, it was dignity. But to put it bluntly, it was just being stubborn and putting on a front.

He wouldn't run away, much less let others protect him.

What the hell was this woman thinking?

[Dvalin]

[Level: 83 (Borrowing the power of the Temple of the Four Winds)]

He gazed at the dragon above his head. The entire sky trembled with its roars. This imposing aura was already undoubtedly at the level of an Archon. Facing such a powerful enemy, his heart beat with long-lost excitement.

This inherited heart was beating excitedly, accompanied by the tremors of his blood vessels. All the blood in Seino Fugin's body was boiling.

He slowly drew out God Cutter. The lightning serpent patterns flickered with a profound light. As God Cutter was unsheathed, those patterns grew more active. This blade trembled, emitting a thunder-like low ringing.

He sheathed the sword, suppressing that restless heart.

Seino had no intention of clashing head-on, nor did he hope to defeat such a powerful enemy. He was only level 27 right now.

He would only do what he could do.

Jean was always preaching about knightly spirit, that knights should protect the people, that knights should be noble. But Seino didn't have any lofty knightly spirit. He was simply stubborn about saving face.

Dvalin continued to roar. It lowered its body, diving down, the huge wind pressure it stirred up making the streets of Mondstadt crack in layers. Several Mondstadt residents were in the plaza that Dvalin was about to pass through.

The Knights wanted to rescue them, but it was too late.

Seino lowered his stance. In an instant, God Cutter was unsheathed. The patterns of the wind rapidly appeared in the Fudoshin's vision.

He stepped into that wind, accelerated to the extreme, instantly vanishing from the center of the street. Stepping across the roof tiles, he steadied himself on a tile. The huge inertia drove his right arm. God Cutter left his hand, carrying immense wind pressure.

That wind belonging to Seino crashed into the people before Dvalin did. They were thrown high into the air by the wind. The next second, the dragon trampled past, the entire plaza was blown away.

The dragon rolled, its four wings stirring up towering vortexes. For a moment, the sky darkened and the sun lost it light.

"Hah..."

Seino took a slight breath. The wounds on his body had split open, along with several ribs. He had exerted too much force just now, aggravating the injuries left by the wind dragon. Immense pain tugged at his nerves.

"Cough."

He spat out some blood.

For daring to take a direct hit from the wind dragon, it was already lucky that this body of his didn't turn into a bloody mist.

"Fugin."

Jean also arrived at this place. She had just rescued dozens of people from the ruins. Her pure white armor was already covered in dust, but those eyes were still bright. She gazed at the boy on the roof tiles, pursing her lips,

"Didn't I tell you to take shelter!"

The wind dragon let out another roar. The hurricane whipped up boulders, raining down. Jean swung the wind sword in her hand. The cool sword wind sliced the boulders into dust.

She wielded her sword while reprimanding Seino, "Go take shelter quickly. This is no place for you to be!"

Who would have thought, that injured boy said,

"Why? I still want to stay here. You can't actually beat the dragon either, right?"

Why...?

His words made no sense to Jean. Wasn't this a matter of course?

"Protecting the people is the Knights' duty!"

Jean said sternly.

Duty, huh...

Seino gazed at the dragon. The crazed dragon wailed and roared. The entire world trembled in the dragon disaster. The leaden sky was dark without light. He felt this scene seemed familiar.

"I also want to join the Knights of Favonius. I mean officially join."

He suddenly said.

"You said I don't have the qualifications to become a knight, so I'm going to prove my qualifications."

"What?" Jean was a bit surprised.

"I want to join the Knights of Favonius, so that I'll have the qualifications to stay here."

Seino lowered his head, his violet eyes earnestly gazing at Jean's. Jean suddenly had an illusion that she wasn't looking at a boy, but at some other existence.

From the ancient temples, from the whispers of the wind, from those portraits hanging in the corridor, she suddenly found it very hard to refuse this gaze.

He wanted to prove himself, so he stayed. For a knight, honor was everything.

Jean had heard the boy's self-introduction before, things like "the Knights of Favonius provide meals", which made Jean very displeased, thinking it was an insult to the ancient family.

But what about now?

The dragon had descended. Those noble knights, who knew where they had run off to. But this boy from a foreign land had stayed, even though he was covered in wounds.

There was no reason to refuse.

Finally, she slowly said, "...You are a knight."

"That's enough."

Seino said, showing his trademark smile. That smile was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was the smile unique to a certain stubborn old man.

[Mission: Join the Knights of Favonius (Complete)]

[Reward: Memory Fragment Playback (No Side Effects)]