The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [395]

“Dvalin!”

Standing beneath the ruins of Stormterror’s Lair the next day, Jia Changjiang and Lumine cupped their hands around their mouths like megaphones and shouted up toward the sky.

“Venti, get over here and help us yell!” Jia Changjiang grabbed the bard, who had been slacking off on the sidelines.

“Eh…? You want me to shout for Dvalin as well? I’ll get embarrassed, you know.” Venti, now held by the collar, protested weakly.

“Don’t give me that. There’s no one else around, and everyone here already knows Dvalin is your familiar,” Jia Changjiang retorted, unceremoniously dragging Venti to his right side and making him stand there.

“I already let Dvalin find the freedom he truly desired!” Venti insisted, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “I’m just a humble, hands-off bard, after all.”

“And yet he chose to stay by your side as your familiar, so don’t try to fool anyone,” Jia Changjiang shot back. “Now quit making excuses and help us call him out!”

With that, he tugged Venti along, and the two resumed their calls.

Under Lumine’s gentle persuasion, Paimon also put her hands together like a tiny megaphone and joined in:

“Dvalin, come out and play!”

Up in the highest tower of Stormterror’s Lair, Dvalin had been about to take a nap when the loud, persistent voices from below rudely interrupted his rest.

Even if he wanted to be mad, it wasn’t exactly easy to stay angry at these particular troublemakers.

One of them was his boss.

One was a nuisance who kept showing up to challenge him to sparring matches.

One was a traveler who often brought him delicious food.

None of them were really worth losing his temper over.

As for Paimon?

…She was way too tiny for him to be seriously mad at.

Dvalin let out a sigh and poked his head out from the tower, gazing down at the lively group calling his name below.

Wasn’t it still the Windblume Festival?

Why were Barbatos and those two running around here instead of celebrating in Mondstadt?

“Dvalin! Are you coming to the banquet?”

Jia Changjiang shouted up at the dragon’s enormous head. “In a few days, we’re hosting a huge feast—and we’re inviting you!”

“?”

A visible question mark seemed to pop up over Dvalin’s head.

They were inviting a dragon to a banquet in Mondstadt?

Was Jia Changjiang suffering from some kind of serious brain damage?

“No.”

Dvalin flatly rejected the offer and withdrew his head.

“…He shot that down real quick.” Jia Changjiang wasn’t discouraged, though. Instead, he turned to Venti and asked, “You know him best—what do you think?”

“I think… he’s just being shy,” Venti mused. “After all, no one’s ever invited him to a banquet before.”

“Ohh… So Dvalin has that kind of delicate, maiden-like side to him?” Lumine remarked, suddenly enlightened. “How fascinating.”

Hearing their casual discussion about him from below, Dvalin finally had enough. He poked his head back out and roared, “Barbatos! Can’t you get them to do something productive for once?!”

Venti simply spread his hands in an innocent shrug. “But there’s nothing in Mondstadt that requires my intervention right now.”

“Besides, they genuinely want you to come to the banquet. Why would I stop them?” Venti’s tone was laced with amusement.

Some things, after all, weren’t meant to be done by Barbatos himself.

But Jia Changjiang and Lumine—outsiders to this world—were the perfect people to make these changes happen.

Venti was genuinely looking forward to seeing how Dvalin’s relationship with Mondstadt would evolve with their help.

More than that…

He had never imagined that one day, he would stand beneath this tower, calling for Dvalin to come out—like summoning an old friend for an outing.

He’d heard that Jia Changjiang and Lumine had done something similar in Liyue as well.

“You’re just trying to avoid responsibility!” Dvalin huffed.

“Enough talk!”

Lumine suddenly drew her sword.

“We’re storming the tower! From today onward, this ruin has a new name—”

“This place is now called Traveler’s Plaza!”

“Charge! No princesses to save today—we’re kidnapping a dragon instead!!!”

With that, Lumine conjured a Geo platform and leaped onto it, using it as a stepping stone to climb up the tower.

Paimon hurriedly flapped her wings and followed. “Traveler, wait for me!”

“She’s certainly decisive,” Venti commented, watching her charge ahead.

“Great idea!” Jia Changjiang, inspired by her bold move, followed suit and climbed up. “Dvalin, I’m coming in!”

“I swear…”

Dvalin was tempted to curse, but the words stuck in his throat—his literary knowledge of Teyvatian curses was lacking.

He suddenly wished he knew someone—anyone—who had a similar life experience and was well-versed in expressing exasperation through words.

Didn’t have to be a person, either.

In the end, Jia Changjiang and the others successfully made their way to the top of the tower using Lumine’s makeshift stairway.

Upon reaching Dvalin, Lumine put away her sword and—without hesitation—pulled out half a roasted boar.

“Dvalin, if you come to the banquet, I’ll treat you to a whole roasted pig! How about it?”

“The ley lines outside—I had Venti clear them up while you were asleep,” Jia Changjiang added. “Feeling any better?”

“…Why do I have to go?” Dvalin asked.

“It’s the Windblume Festival, and we’re hosting a feast,” Jia Changjiang reasoned. “What’s wrong with having one of the Four Winds attend?”

“If it’s because you still feel distant from Mondstadt after what happened… well, in that case, I do have a solution,” Jia Changjiang said, stepping forward.

Dvalin eyed him warily. “Let’s hear it.”

“…A fight! Whoever wins gets to decide!” Jia Changjiang pounded his chest confidently.

“……”

Dvalin realized that he should never have expected anything from this guy—especially when this was the same person who showed up every week through the ley lines just to challenge him to a fight.

“Kidding, kidding! Just trying to lighten the mood,” Jia Changjiang laughed. “Look, you’ve already chosen to stay as one of Mondstadt’s Four Winds. So why worry about the past?”

“No matter what happened before… you’ll always be Mondstadt’s East Wind Dragon.”

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