The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [445]

This—was by far the most humiliating scolding Schubert had ever received.

In the past, even when faced with the contempt of Mondstadt’s citizens, Schubert could still comfort himself with his noble lineage—as a descendant of Mondstadt’s old aristocracy.

But Jia Changjiang’s words? They didn’t just strip away that last shred of pride.

They ripped the veil off completely—and then stomped on him while he lay exposed.

“Pest of the nation!”

Schubert roared as he kicked over the chair in front of him.

He never thought he’d hear such words spat at him—not from a Mondstadter, but from someone of another nation.

He was a Lawrence! A noble! A descendant of a highborn bloodline!

And yet—he’d been insulted like this.

Furious, Schubert stomped his feet, but nothing changed.

He’d been raised on the belief that noble blood flowed in his veins.

He was supposed to restore House Lawrence’s former glory.

And yet…

His eyes fell to the chair he’d kicked over.

Why… why did Jia Changjiang’s words sting so much?

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That evening, back inside the Serenitea Pot, Lumine and Jia recounted the day’s events.

“You punched Schubert?” Jia asked, clearly surprised.

No wonder the guy was flat on the ground, bruised and groaning when he saw him earlier. Turns out Lumine had knocked him out cold.

“And you tore into him with words?” Lumine’s eyes lit up. “Nice work!”

The reason she’d hit Schubert? Because she didn’t want to argue using his logic or sink to his level.

She could hurt him physically, sure—but Jia?

Jia’s words were surgical. His way of doing things didn’t just bruise bodies—it pierced hearts.

But… looking at it from another angle…

Didn’t this mean there was now almost zero chance they’d get useful evidence out of Schubert?

Does that mean we’ve failed Jean’s mission?

Just as she was thinking this, Jia casually mentioned that he’d found Mondstadt’s city defense map on Schubert—and that he’d thrown it back at him.

“…?”

Lumine slowly raised a brow.

“Greenie are you suffering from some kind of major brain illness?” she said flatly.

“That guy was about to sell Mondstadt’s defense plans! Do you realize how rare and valuable that kind of evidence is?!”

“And you threw it back?!”

She grabbed his collar, eyes wide. “Do you have a history of doing this?! Wait—didn’t you do the same thing with Venti’s Gnosis? You beat Signora, then handed it right back to her!”

“So tell me, Greenie—what is actually wrong with you?!”

Her furious voice echoed through the Serenitea Pot, loud enough that even Tubby tending the wheat fields paused and glanced toward the living quarters.

“I just wanted to see,” Jia replied calmly, tilting his head slightly, “if he had any shred of a conscience left.”

“You think… that piece of paper was some kind of gift?”

“Now that he knows I found it—if he still hands it to the Fatui, that means he’s made his choice. It means he’s cut all ties with Mondstadt.”

He muttered under his breath, “Whether or not he’s a pest of the nation… that’s up to him.”

Jia had already made up his mind. He’d follow Schubert tomorrow.

The final result would come down to his decision.

...

The next morning, Jia and Lumine went to Good Hunter for breakfast. Once they saw the coast was clear, Lumine leaned toward Sara with a curious question.

“Sara… when Eula’s in town, do people really treat her that badly?”

“…Yes. I’m afraid they do.”

Sara sighed. “To the people of Mondstadt, the name ‘Lawrence’ carries too heavy a weight.”

“Once you bear that name, all anyone sees is ‘Lawrence’—they don’t see Eula.”

“To them… no matter what she tries to do, she’s already guilty. No matter what she achieves, it’s meaningless.”

Sara’s voice was heavy.

“But you don’t seem to see her that way,” Lumine said, watching her.

“Maybe it’s because… when Eula joined the Knights, it caused a huge uproar.”

Sara recalled the chaos. “A bunch of people signed a petition demanding the Knights revoke her admission.”

“Even members of House Lawrence came to the Knights’ headquarters, making a scene and demanding an explanation from her.”

“It was only thanks to Grand Master Varka and the unwavering stance of the Knights that the situation was contained. But it was never truly resolved—just buried out of sight.”

“To the public, she’s the stain on the Knights’ name. And to her family, she’s a disgrace.”

“Yet even back then, surrounded by that hostility, she still quietly fulfilled her duties—helping one person after another. I was one of them.”

Sara looked wistful. “So… at the very least, I can’t treat her unfairly.”

Off to the side, Jia spoke evenly. “But what if helping her leads to others treating you unfairly?”

“I know what I can do for her,” Sara answered without hesitation.

“…Really now.” Lumine scratched her head, clearly troubled.

When it came to Eula… there wasn’t much she could do about how Mondstadt treated her.

To most people, Eula wasn’t Eula. She was Lawrence. A relic of the old aristocracy. Someone to avoid.

That’s why life in the city was always so difficult for her.

“I see… in that case, forget I brought it up,” Jia said with a wave. “We’ll take some bread to go.”

“Something portable.”

“We’ve got something important to check out today.”

“Something that will show us—when push comes to shove, what choice the old nobility of Mondstadt will make.”

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About half an hour later, Schubert could be seen staggering forward, heavy bags under his eyes.

Clearly, he hadn’t slept well the night before.

Still, at dawn, he set out alone—heading beyond the city walls.

What Schubert didn’t notice…

Was the soft skittering sound rising from beneath his feet.

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