The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [440]

“You… you…”

Schubert clutched his chest, staring at Jia Changjiang in stunned silence.

It was obvious—

He couldn’t beat Jia Changjiang in a fight, and he couldn’t win with words either.

“You… a parasite gnawing at your nation… I have no interest in wasting any more time arguing with you.” Jia Changjiang tossed the city defense layout Schubert had drawn onto the floor, his gaze cold. “A descendant of the Lawrence Clan? Hah.”

“Take it. If you really want to hand this map over to the Fatui, then go right ahead.”

With a heavy stomp, Jia pressed his boot down onto the sheet of paper Schubert had painstakingly drawn—leaving behind a deep, smudged footprint.

“Let’s see how far you’re willing to disgrace your ancestors’ name.”

He kicked the crumpled map toward Schubert and turned to leave.

“You… you…”

Schubert collapsed back onto the bed, utterly deflated, staring at the sullied paper on the ground.

Jia, meanwhile, headed straight downstairs, making his way toward the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

What Schubert did next? Jia couldn’t care less.

As he’d already said—he had no interest, and even less obligation, to redeem someone like Schubert.

Beat him up? Not worth the effort.

Fighting a man like that would only taint his own integrity and convictions.

All that mattered now was reporting the evidence of Schubert’s contact with the Fatui to the Knights.

As for what came next?

Everyone in Mondstadt already knew the Fatui harbored ulterior motives. The only thing left was to tear off the veil.

Mondstadt’s problems… should be solved by Mondstadt itself.

Jia Changjiang couldn't solve them for them.

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Meanwhile, Lumine was following Kaeya’s lead, heading toward the Windrise Watchpoint in search of Eula.

“Eula Lawrence…”

As they walked, Lumine tilted her head, clearly curious. “Why is the difference between members of the same Lawrence family so huge?”

She and Paimon had just learned the details from Kaeya.

Among the younger generation of the Lawrence clan, Eula had shown the most promise—yet she had made a radical, unprecedented choice:

To join the Knights of Favonius.

To turn her back on her heritage and become the Spindrift Knight.

Paimon and Lumine had heard that neither the Knights nor the Lawrences supported the decision at first—but someone had pushed hard enough to make it happen.

“I remember Eula. She talks… in a very particular way,” Lumine mused.

That whole “I’ll remember this grudge” thing had definitely stuck with her. It wasn’t hostile, exactly, but hearing someone say it so bluntly had left a deep impression.

Well... she remembers her grudge, which means she’s thinking about me, right?

“If Kaeya hadn’t mentioned it, I’d never have guessed that guy Schubert was Eula’s uncle…” Paimon said with concern.

“Traveler, uh… since we kinda beat up Eula’s uncle… do you think she’s gonna be mad?”

“That guy was asking for it! I just—ugh, whatever. Let’s wait and see how she reacts. If she really cares about it, I’ll apologize.” Lumine was still muttering when her eyes locked on something in the distance—a group of suspicious figures posted atop the lookout tower.

“The Fatui?”

Her eyes narrowed.

Sure enough—each figure was clad in distinctive Fatui uniforms, outfitted with their usual elite gear: vanguard units, skirmishers, ranged troops…

“It is the Fatui!” Paimon ducked behind Lumine. “Go get ‘em, Traveler!”

“Right!” With a shing, Lumine drew her one-handed sword. “We haven’t found Eula yet—but since the Fatui found us first…”

“Let’s take one alive.”

She said it with complete confidence.

At that moment, the Fatui stationed atop the lookout tower spotted Lumine charging at them from below like a golden blur.

A sharpshooter was the first to react. He raised his rifle and took aim at the rapidly approaching target, then pulled the trigger.

A bullet forged of compressed Pyro energy rocketed through the air—but Lumine twisted and slid to the side, evading it with ease. One round grazed her shoulder, but she didn’t even flinch.

Realizing sniping wouldn’t slow her down, the rest of the Fatui grabbed their weapons and prepared to engage in close combat.

But—

Just as the clash was about to begin, the ground trembled beneath their feet.

From the earth erupted a tall column of brown Geo crystal, launching upward in a spiral and connecting directly to the top of the lookout tower.

Lumine became a streak of golden lightning, skipping past the frontline entirely and lunging straight for the rear sharpshooter.

Take out the leader, break the line—
Neutralize the backline damage first!

“Who the hell do you think you’re sniping?!”

Wind blades gathered along the edge of her sword. While still airborne, she slashed, releasing several slicing gusts mid-flight.

The sharpshooter tried to leap back—but behind him, a Geo wall had already risen, boxing him in.

“Slash!”

Lumine landed cleanly on the tower top. The wind blades struck their target, tearing into the sharpshooter’s body.

She’d held back—just enough to incapacitate, not kill. The man groaned and collapsed, unable to move.

Lumine kicked his weapon aside to ensure no more cheap shots.

Then, she turned her gaze downward—at the Fatui troops still on the ground.

They had thought the high ground gave them an unbeatable advantage.

But in mere seconds, Lumine had flipped the board.

And yet… they didn’t realize that Lumine hadn’t even gone all out.

“Illuminate the barren earth!”

She raised her hand high.

Ever since that brief fusion with the righteous will of Azhdaha, the ancient Geo dragon, Lumine had grown significantly more attuned to Geo energy—perhaps because Azhdaha was a creature born of elemental stone and rage.

Now, that attunement showed.

Before the stunned eyes of the Fatui soldiers, thick walls of earth surged from the ground in every direction, sealing off every route of escape.

A deadly cage.

Overhead, a spiraling storm of razor-sharp wind blades formed, already locking on to the remaining troops below.

And Lumine?

She still hadn’t hit her limit.

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