blogombal Chapter 814 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (6)
Chapter 814 The never-ending Flower Goddess Festival (6)
"However, as you can see right now—the doctor is in charge of all the core matters, while I am only responsible for the scattered, trivial, and insignificant basic chores... It's quite good, leisurely and comfortable, saving worry and effort, and I actually enjoy the relaxation."
The lady spoke casually, her tone light and the corners of her lips slightly raised, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
【Woman: Fishing is so cool! 】
[Not fighting her is a good thing. After our last conversation at the Lantern Festival, I no longer think she's a villain.]
[She is still a villain, but like the young master, she is already a worthy opponent.]
[The stance has changed from black to gray, but the loyalty remains to the Fatui. However, if there is no conflict of interest, there is no need to resort to war.]
I still think the lady's change of heart is a bit abrupt. After all, the last time we met, she was still arrogant and aggressive. We have no idea what happened in between.
[The person in front of me, you haven't seen the official PV animation for the women released after the Lantern Festival, right?]
Isn't it natural that attitudes change when the knot in one's heart is untied? Ultimately, the lady isn't a bad person. Her obsessions are merely being pushed into the abyss step by step by the prejudice and indifference of those giant infants in Mondstadt.
"Are you...really here to attend the festival?"
After confirming that the lady was indeed harmless, Ying slowly lowered the wariness in his eyes, took Paimon and Iya's hand and walked forward together, still with a hint of hesitation in his tone.
The lady said nothing, but calmly took out an exquisite emerald green invitation from her sleeve and gently handed it to Ying.
Ying took it, touched the delicate paper with her fingertips, unfolded it and took a look. Her eyes flickered slightly and she exclaimed in surprise:
"Were you invited by Caesar himself?"
"Huh? Were you invited by Caesar himself?" Paimon's eyes widened in surprise, a look of disbelief written all over his face. "Ma'am, you actually know Caesar?"
The lady nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on the corner of her lips. "Five hundred years ago, I studied at the Xumi Teaching Academy for a period of time, so I can be considered a student of his."
She spoke calmly, as if recounting a distant yet clear memory: "The reason I returned to Xumi to attend the Flower Goddess Festival this time was precisely because I received a personal invitation from Teacher Caesar. Otherwise..."
She shrugged and said lazily and teasingly, "I'm probably relaxing at the Qianzhi House in Fontaine, choosing the latest dresses—"
"Anyway, the doctor is responsible for all the key tasks. Success or failure has nothing to do with me."
"In that case, why should I waste my time here? Why not buy some new clothes and dress myself up more elegantly and attractively? Wouldn't that be more pleasant?"
Her eyes flickered slightly, and her tone turned to a hint of respect:
"However, since it was Teacher Caesar who invited me personally, I am naturally willing to give him this honor."
Upon hearing this, Ying carefully folded the invitation in her hand and handed it back to the lady, saying thoughtfully, "I didn't expect there was such a connection between you and Caesar. So, aren't you and Leila a senior or junior sister?"
The lady chuckled and shook her head:
"That's not the case. I'm just an auditing student, while Laila is Caesar's personal disciple, nurtured and carefully guided by him. There's always a distance between us."
She pondered for a moment, then added, "If we're just talking about who joined the sect first, leaving aside age, perhaps I should respectfully address her as Senior Sister."
"Actually, back then, Teacher Caesar was interested in taking me in as his disciple." Her voice was lowered, tinged with nostalgia. "But at the time, I wasn't focused on academics, and secondly... my Eye of God wasn't of the ice element."
She smiled slightly, and said self-deprecatingly, "In Teacher Caesar's criteria for accepting apprentices, non-Ice-type apprentices are not given high priority, so he didn't force me."
Paimon was confused and scratched his fluffy head: "Huh? But ma'am, aren't you using ice? Your Eye of God isn't ice-attributed?"
When the lady heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
She slowly raised her hand, and an ice-blue evil eye emitting a chilling aura appeared in her palm, reflecting a cold and eerie luster in the sunlight.
She gently shook the evil eye, and said in a calm but undeniable tone, "Don't forget, we Fatui... still have this."
For those of the Fatui who wield elemental power, the Evil Eye is undoubtedly an essential item. While it consumes the user's vitality, the combat power it unleashes is astonishing—enough to directly challenge those less elite wielders of the Divine Eye, and even gain the upper hand in certain extreme situations.
It is particularly worth mentioning that thanks to the meticulous improvements made by “Doctor” Dottorai over generations, the technology of the modern evil eye has reached maturity.
Aside from the fact that it still required vitality as a price, its performance and stability were almost comparable to those of the Eye of God, reaching astonishing heights in terms of elemental output efficiency, control accuracy, and sustained combat capability.
Today, the Evil Eye is no longer a crude imitation, but a symbol of a unique and powerful power system belonging to the Fatui.
For the Fatui Executors, the Evil Eye is not only a powerful weapon in battle, but also a key medium for deep integration with their personal ability system, which can greatly stimulate and amplify their combat potential.
Take "Prince" Tartaglia as an example. He possesses a secret technique from the abyss - "Demon King Armament", which is an extremely destructive and evil technique.
By activating the Water Element God's Eye and the Thunder Element Evil Eye at the same time, he can accurately guide the intersection of dual-attribute energy, thereby controlling this violent force more stably and efficiently, switching freely between melee and ranged forms, and unleashing devastating power.
Since the young master is not very skilled at the moment, this is an excellent way to master the Demon King's weapons.
The "puppet" Sandoni is accustomed to embedding the evil eye into the puppets he created himself, using it as the core power source to drive the puppets.
When she lacks a suitable energy device, the Evil Eye becomes her most trusted choice - not only is it full of energy, but it can also resonate subtly with her mental control, making the puppet's movements more flexible and its reactions faster, as if it had life.
Although the main reason is because there are no better puppet cores available.
As for "Doctor" Dotore himself, he is one of the main creators of the evil eye technology.
One of his slices became so obsessed with the Evil Eye that he sent his own slice through extreme tests to explore the boundaries of its potential.
For the doctor, every experiment is a step towards a higher level of power. The evil eye is not only a weapon, but also the crystallization of science and ambition.
Looking at the “lady” Rosalyn, her need for the evil eye has a deeper meaning.
Unlike other executives, she was not strengthening the existing system, but using the Evil Eye to guide the enormous power in her body.
Five hundred years ago, she was known as the "Burning Flame Witch," with the violent and unruly power of fire flowing through her body.
This power not only helped her avenge her beloved, but also pushed her into the abyss of loneliness - the people of Mondstadt expelled her out of fear, and eventually forced her to flee far away.
At that time, even she herself could not control the flames. If she was not careful, the flames would backfire on her and turn everything into ashes.
In times of crisis, the Ice Queen of the Kingdom of Winter came to her aid. Using her supreme power, she cast Eternal Ice, completely sealing the uncontrolled flames deep within her body.
From then on, the blazing flames subsided, replaced by an icy force of confinement.
From then on, she could only use ice elements to fight, and the fire buried deep in her body became her last trump card that could only be used in life-or-death situations.
Because of this, the purpose of the lady using the Evil Eye is not to pursue greater power, but to better control the power of ice bestowed by the Ice Queen so that it perfectly matches her own fighting style.
The Evil Eye is her bridge to this external sealing power.
However, if there were no special reason, the lady would naturally not tell all these things to Ying and her group.
After all, the two sides have very different positions and are still hostile.
She flicked her fingertips and quietly withdrew the Evil Eye in her hand. She paused and whispered, "It is precisely because I know that the teacher is still alive that I am willing to let the doctor take on all this."
"Five hundred years ago, he already possessed the power to rival the demon god; five hundred years later, his strength is only more unfathomable."
"If I really go against him, even though I was once his student, I will not be able to escape death."
"To get hold of the Heart of God is to become an enemy of the Little Lucky Grass King; and the Little Lucky Grass King is precisely what is sorely missing from Teacher Caesar's mind."
"I dare not take such a risk. This troublesome matter, which could bring about a catastrophic disaster, is better left to the doctor."
[Doctor: Big Injustice.jpg]
[Could he challenge the devil 500 years ago? ]
[None of the characters I, Brother Bai, have voiced are weak.]
[Wouldn't that put him on par with the eldest and second brothers?]
"I know that no one who lives long is a pushover. Zhongli was like this, my eldest brother was like this, and now even Caesar is like this."
"You seem to trust the Doctor." Paimon blinked, with a hint of curiosity and teasing in his tone.
"It's not that I'm worried," the lady shrugged lightly, a meaningful smile curling her lips. "It's just that even if the mission to seize the Heart of God fails, I won't be implicated."
"It sounds... like it makes some sense." Ying nodded slightly and whispered thoughtfully.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the lady sharply: "But does Caesar really have the strength to challenge the Demon God?"
The lady shook her head slightly, her platinum hair fluttering in the wind. "That's what he said himself. I don't know if it's true or not. If you're interested, you might as well ask him in person."
Her voice was a few notes lower, yet it carried an undeniable chill. "However, one thing is clear to me—if Teacher Caesar really wanted to kill me, it would be much easier than that general."
"Otherwise, why do you think the royalists never tried to assassinate him in the past five hundred years?" She sneered, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. "It's because they simply can't find anyone stronger than Caesar."
Paimon raised his little hand and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Wait! I have a question - how do you know that it would be easier for Caesar to kill you than a storm?"
When the lady heard this, her expression suddenly froze, her eyes flickered slightly, as if she was struck by an invisible lightning, and memories flooded into her heart like a tide.
The scene was still vivid in her mind - when she first glimpsed the potential power within her body, her heart was filled with excitement and confidence, and she eagerly went to Caesar for a sparring match, hoping to "repay" his daily guidance with a victory.
However, it was only for a moment.
Caesar didn't even use his weapons. With just his ultimate control over the ice element, he froze her from a witch's body into a crystal clear ice sculpture. She was still conscious, but unable to move.
At that moment, she truly understood how deep and desperate the gap between humans and demons was.
And Caesar, who could completely seal her full-strength burst with one move, just said lightly that he "might be able to challenge the devil" instead of competing with him.
What is a challenge?
That was struggling to survive under absolute oppression, just to prove that he had not fallen yet.
What is countermeasure?
It was a battle of equal strength, a clash of wind and thunder, a showdown that could shake heaven and earth.
From this we can see that although Caesar's strength five hundred years ago was far inferior to that of a real demon, he was already powerful enough to kill her in seconds.
After experiencing exile and arriving at Winter, she joined the Ice Queen's army. Her original fire power was sealed, so she turned to the ice element and devoted herself to studying it for a full five hundred years.
But the result was - the realm she had reached after five hundred years was still beyond her reach, and was even far inferior to Caesar who had frozen her with such ease back then.
Because of this, when she was in Mondstadt, although she disliked Wendy in every way, she never provoked her.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I don’t dare.
She knew very well that Wendy only chose to back down because of her inner guilt; if they really started fighting, she was sure that she would be torn apart by the strong wind, and her flesh and blood would be worn away, turning into dust.
Later, in the battle at the Liyue Golden House, her guess was confirmed - even with all her firepower, she was still defeated by the wise general Storm, one of the six wings of the first generation of Tianfeng.
And Storm is just a mortal who possesses the Eye of the Wind God.
Then, how powerful would Wendy be, who truly controls all the winds in the world and holds the power of the God of Wind?
Therefore, despite her inherent arrogance, the lady always maintained a clear sense of awe when facing the gods. She pushed any tasks that might anger the gods to other executives.
Not seeking meritorious service, but seeking no faults.
At least she wouldn't be like the lady in another fateful trajectory, who was ignorant of her own limitations and roared and scolded the gods, and was eventually struck to ashes by a bolt of lightning.
After all, the perspectives and cognition of those who have been severely taught a lesson by reality and those who have never tasted failure are already very different.
However, she could never speak of these past events.
This time, it is not out of stance or loyalty, but purely - a dark history that should not be told to outsiders.