Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Chapter 790 Preparations for the Flower Goddess’ Birthday Festival (5)

[So, if Caesar hadn't existed, the little Lucky Grass King would have been trapped in a state of imprisonment, growing up alone in an invisible cage. Is that right?]

King Dacishu showed great kindness to this successor, even leaving behind such an almighty and loyal lieutenant as his protector.

[More importantly, this is an immortal with a very long lifespan.]

Just listening to Caesar's account, it's clear that if he hadn't stood guard for five hundred years, the Little Auspicious Grass King would have likely been swallowed up by the power struggles of the Order Council and become a puppet controlled by the sages.

[Why don't you express your gratitude to the wise Caesar who silently protects the gods? ]

"That's why I said that the relationship between me and the little Lucky Grass King is so subtle that it's hard to describe." Caesar sighed softly, and the weight of time was in his voice.

"I am the last sage appointed by the Great Compassion Tree King, and the final mission she entrusted to me was to make me the first sage of the Little Auspicious Grass King."

Although the Great Merci Tree King did not explicitly stipulate in his order that Caesar must serve the new god in the name of a sage,

But a learned and wise scholar took the initiative to choose to protect a young god, and this persistence itself is worth a thousand words.

In the eyes of outsiders, Caesar is undoubtedly the right-hand man of the Little Auspicious Grass King, her original sage, and the symbolic pillar of Sumeru's wisdom.

However, in fact, the Little King of Grass never officially acknowledged Caesar as her sage from beginning to end.

This unrecognized loyalty becomes the starting point of the delicate relationship between the two.

Although he is not a sage, he acts like a sage; in countless stormy moments, he quietly holds up a peaceful sky.

It can even be said that when the little King Jixiangcao did not yet have the ability to independently wield divine power, every step forward was inseparable from Caesar's support and guidance.

"...Caesar, do you hate the little Lucky Grass King?"

Ying suddenly spoke, her voice so soft as if she was afraid to disturb the dust of time.

Caesar slowly closed his eyes, a complex emotion passing through his brows, as if a scene from the depths of his memory was quietly emerging.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice:

"Her initial timidity and immaturity did disappoint me and left a very bad first impression. But..."

Caesar's eyes gradually brightened:

“However, when I saw her struggling stubbornly time and time again under the pressure from the outside world, eager to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly;

"When she tried her best to break free from the shackles of fate, running around and calling out for the people of Xumi, devoting all her energy, subtle ripples quietly arose in my heart."

"During these long five hundred years, I witnessed her silent tears—the pain of self-blame for being unable to protect the people.

"I also gazed at the glimmer of determination in her eyes—that was the fearlessness and perseverance that came from facing challenges head-on even in desperate situations."

"Her figure, struggling forward, is like a star buried deep in the eternal night. Even though it is swallowed by the darkness, it still stubbornly emits a faint but steadfast light."

"It was only then that I realized: It's not that she isn't strong enough, but she's still in the process of transformation. She needs time to accumulate strength and complete a silent and magnificent growth."

"The successor personally chosen by the Great Compassion Tree King isn't a towering tree, but a seed imbued with infinite possibilities. Will she ultimately remain a tender sapling, or will she weather storms and eventually grow into a towering giant like the Great Compassion Tree King of yesteryear..."

"The answer is not in her hands alone, but is written by us together."

Caesar's eyes were like torches, burning with faith:

"So, everything I do today is nothing more than following the path that the Great Kindness Tree King lit for me back then—in the name of protection, I am holding up a sky for her to grow freely."

[Genshin Impact's drama is as good and difficult to understand as ever.]

[I didn't understand it, but listening to it always felt like my soul was being elevated, and I felt an unusual sense of comfort both physically and mentally...]

This paragraph is quite well written, but it feels a bit out of place here. I always feel that this paragraph should be moved to a more appropriate plot. It always feels a bit wasted.

Seeing Caesar so passionate and high-spirited, Ying and his group couldn't help but look at each other, a tacit smile flashed across their eyes, and then they all smiled knowingly at the same time.

——So, you don’t actually hate the Little Auspicious Grass King?

Iya waved to Paimon briskly, and Paimon immediately understood, gently landed beside her, put his lips close to hers, and listened attentively and seriously.

Because he was still not proficient in the common language of Teyvat, Iya once again used the unique language he created in the past - Iya language. The syllables were as crisp as the swaying of wind chimes, echoing softly in the night.

After listening to this, Paimon nodded repeatedly, then turned around and said to Caesar with a playful and tender smile:

"Caesar, Caesar! Iya said, you look like an old father who has witnessed his daughter's growth, your eyes are full of satisfaction and tenderness that is almost overflowing."

[…That’s quite fitting.]

Perhaps it was because Iya himself had a loving old father. He was already familiar with that deep and tolerant gaze.

The scene at this moment inexplicably brings to mind Zhongli caring for Hu Tao and Jun Bai raising Yi Ya... It's like a cycle of fate, with the elders smiling as they watch the younger ones go on. The commonality? Well, they're probably both diligently "raising their daughters."

[However, describing Caesar as "old father" seems a bit vague. To be more precise... it would be more appropriate to call him "Prime Minister."]

[Oh, doesn't that mean that Little Jixiang Grass King is Adou?]

Caesar laughed when he heard this, and looked at Iya softly, his tone humble but sincere:

"How can I be qualified to be the elder of a demon god?"

Yiya smiled, her eyes bright, like moonlight falling on the lake, creating ripples.

Caesar slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the Grand Bazaar, ablaze with lights and bustling with people. Memories welled up in his eyes as he sighed, "From the deserted days of the past to this unprecedented grand occasion with so many people celebrating together..."

"That little figure has finally begun to be truly accepted and loved by the people of Xumi."

He sighed softly, then turned to face Ying and her group, smiling and saying, "Come on, I'll take you to meet the true hero behind this Flower God's Birthday Festival—the person in charge of the celebration."

Ying blinked and jokingly said, "I thought you were the mastermind behind all this."

Caesar folded his arms across his chest, his lips curled up slightly, with a certain self-awareness and composure:

"I'm capable of academic research, but organizing a moving celebration...that's not my forte."

"Everyone has their own expertise. Why should we interfere?"

"What's more," he said, his tone softening, his eyes revealing deep cherishment, "this is the only birthday celebration for Little Auspicious Grass King that comes once a year. I don't want to ruin this precious joy because of my unfamiliarity with it."

After saying this, Caesar took a step forward, his figure firmly moving towards the depths of the Grand Bazaar. The lights made his back look slender and warm.

Ying and her group smiled at each other again, their smiles full of understanding and emotion, and then walked side by side, following his footsteps, and blending into the bright and noisy sea of ​​festivals.

The group followed Caesar into the depths of the Grand Bazaar. The noisy voices were gradually left behind, and suddenly four figures appeared in front of them, talking in low voices. Against the backdrop of the mottled light and shadow of the market, they looked like a colorful and exotic painting.

Among them stood a middle-aged man with a resolute face. There were deep scars between his brows caused by wind and sand. His eyes were as steady as a rock. His rough leather robe outlined the vicissitudes of life of a man who had experienced many worldly things.

Not far away, a graceful young woman in a long, purple gauze dress stood tall. Her every move exuded an innate elegance, her manners gentle and elegant, her demeanor graceful. Clearly, she came from a prominent family and had received the finest upbringing.

The sunlight filtered through her gauze skirt, casting a dreamy soft glow on her, like a violet blooming in a valley.

Perhaps the only flaw is that her frail body is wrapped in layers of white bandages. Beneath those plain strips of cloth, it seems to hide unknown pain and secrets, adding a bit of heartbreaking broken beauty.

Behind the purple-clad girl stood a woman of remarkable stature. Her long, dark-gold hair, as voluminous and unrestrained as a lion's mane under the blazing sun, shimmered and fluttered in the wind.

The honey-colored skin glows with health and vitality under the scorching sunlight, as if it has been kissed thousands of times by the desert sun.

A pair of sharp ice-blue eyes are as deep as a cold pond, and their gaze is as insightful as an eagle's. Paired with carefully drawn black and red eye makeup, they add a touch of coolness and heroism.

The tall and agile body is wrapped in a desert battle robe of black, red and gold. The metal claw knuckles and arm armor flash with a cold light in the sun, and every pattern tells the legend of strength and wildness.

She stood still with a lazy posture, but like a lioness ready to strike, she exuded an aura of pressure that made people dare not look directly at her.

The last thing that came into view was a red-haired girl as bright and beautiful as the morning glow.

Her dazzling red hair is often tied into two light and flowing ponytails that reach her waist, with delicate lotus-shaped headdresses dotted among her hair. A pair of small and exquisite black horns reveal her mysterious identity as the messenger of the flower god.

Her skin, as white as snow, framed a pair of clear, emerald green eyes, their movements as lively as a spring stream, pure and flawless. A smile as warm and bright as the sun clung to her lips, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks, like the first blossoms of peach blossoms in spring.

A hollow dance dress with alternating sea blue and pure white, the skirt is layered like surging waves; the golden lines on it meander and flow like rippling waves.

The fingertips and toes were painted with a pink and blue gradient of crystal nail polish, as if they would sway slightly with her light dance steps at any time, like a holy lotus slowly blooming in the water.

It has both the purity and elegance of being untainted by the dust, and is overflowing with the vigorous and fresh breath of life.

As Caesar, Ying and the others slowly approached, some of the four people finally began to notice his arrival.

The first person to notice was the vibrant and energetic red-haired girl. Her eyes lit up, a brilliant smile instantly spread across her face, and she shouted joyfully:

"Lord Caesar, you are finally here!"

Along with Nilu's clear and pleasant call, the girl in gorgeous purple clothes also keenly caught Caesar's figure. She hurriedly lifted the hem of her skirt, trotted forward lightly, and stood side by side with Nilu.

The stern-looking woman in a black and gold robe at the back shook her head slightly, a helpless smile flashed in her eyes, and then she followed their pace at a leisurely pace.

[Confirmed, it's my new wife!]

[Hello, my dear wife, Nilu. Although this is our first meeting, I firmly believe that our souls have already entered into a marriage contract under the thread of fate. Now that we are reunited, how about we get to know each other again?]

[Nielu's head modeling is so exquisite, I wonder if it's just my illusion?]

[Damn it, is Nellu the only one you have eyes for? I'll take my wife Dishia away without hesitation. Thank you all for giving up your seats!]

Wait… is this Dina Zedai from the Huachengguo plot? Two independent storylines actually overlap at this point? The screenwriter's narrative weaving skills are truly impressive.

Nelue walked up to Caesar and bowed slightly, her posture elegant and respectful, her tone gentle but filled with sincere gratitude:

"You haven't arrived yet. I thought I didn't arrange the venue perfectly, and that made you unhappy."

Caesar shook his head slightly, his voice steady and magnetic, "Whether you are satisfied or not is not determined by me alone, but by every citizen of Xumi City who has come here with anticipation to participate in this grand event."

He gazed gently at the bustling crowd in the distance and continued, "From what I've seen and heard along the way, there's endless laughter and joy, a sea of ​​lanterns, and graceful dancing—you've done an excellent job. Entrusting the Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival to you is truly the right decision."

After saying this, Caesar turned to face Ying and his group, and introduced them solemnly and cordially:

"Let me introduce you—this is Nilu, the undisputed ace dancer of the Zubair Theater. She's the chief planner and soul of this Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival, and the grand finale that will rock the entire audience—"

“The only performer of the Dance of the Floral Goddess.”

Nilu felt a little embarrassed by Caesar's praise, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she knelt down slightly to express her gratitude.

Ying took a step forward, eyes full of curiosity, looking Nilu up and down, then a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she extended her hand to her generously and said:

"Nelue, hello, I'm Ying. I've been invited to participate in the Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival. I'm really looking forward to your wonderful performance."

Nilu smiled brightly and reached out her hand to shake Ying's gently. Then she asked, "Hello, are these three friends of Lord Caesar?"

Hearing this, the three of them all turned their gazes towards Caesar at the same time, as if they had telepathy.

Caesar didn't say anything, but just looked back at the three people quietly with his gentle eyes.

Seeing this, Ying retracted her gaze, still smiling, and responded firmly, "Yes, we are friends."