The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [140]

Seeing Klee curled up in a corner, Amber crouched beside her, trying to reassure the little Spark Knight.

“Klee, don’t worry. This wasn’t your fault…”

“What’s going on here?”

Kaeya strolled over, curious about the scene. He glanced between Amber’s soothing words and Klee’s pitiful whimpers, raising an eyebrow as he asked for an explanation.

With a resigned sigh, Amber recounted the events that had unfolded at the bridge outside Mondstadt.

“The Abyss Mages thought Klee’s bomb was Mondstadt’s greatest treasure, then overloaded it with Pyro energy, causing the explosion?”

Kaeya struggled to keep a straight face as he processed the story. He stifled a laugh, though a chuckle escaped as he spoke. “It seems they mistook local rumors for intelligence and pilfered one of Klee’s bombs from Whispering Woods… only to blow themselves up. Truly spectacular.”

He chuckled again, failing to hide his amusement. “Imagine taking Klee’s bombs as prized artifacts. Well, to Klee, I suppose they are.”

“Artifacts? More like incendiaries,” Venti chimed in from a nearby table, sipping his wine with a grin. “Mondstadt’s children certainly are… creative these days.”

“K-Kaeya…” Klee tugged nervously at his sleeve, her eyes wide with fear. “If Klee’s bomb exploded near the bridge… does that count as firing off explosives in the city?”

Her voice wavered as she asked, “A-And… what if Klee’s bomb hurt the Knights? Did I… break the Survival Rules?”

Kaeya tilted his head as if in thought, then smirked mischievously. “Hmm… hard to say. Acting Grand Master Jean probably doesn’t know that the bomb was yours, right?”

“Really?” Klee’s eyes sparkled with hope.

Kaeya leaned closer, teasing, “But that design is so unmistakable. Jean will definitely figure it out…”

“Ehhh?!” Σ( ° △ °|||)

“Then again, Jean doesn’t know where the Abyss Mages got it from…”

“Phew…” Klee sighed in relief.

“But she’s coming here soon! And when she sees you, she might remember the bomb…”

“Ahhh!” Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

“But hey, if she’s touched by all the surprises we’ve prepared, maybe she’ll forget about the bomb!”

“Phew…”

“Still, Jean never overlooks anything. Even if she forgets now, she’ll remember tomorrow—and she’ll be even more upset by then!”

Kaeya’s teasing grin widened as Klee’s face twisted between fear and confusion. “She might lock you in solitary confinement for a long time. Maybe you’ll even miss the Windblume Festival!”

“NOOOO!!!” ∑(°Д°；≡；°д°)

“Klee doesn’t want to be locked up! I want to go to the Windblume Festival!” she wailed, scrambling to hide under a nearby table.

“Kaeya! Stop scaring her!” Amber scolded, glaring at him before gently pulling Klee out from under the table and hugging her.

“This time, Klee’s bomb actually helped a lot,” Amber reassured her. “I don’t think Jean will be too upset about it… probably.”

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Meanwhile, at Angel’s Share, Charles, disguised as Diluc through illusion magic, slipped out the back door. A moment later, the real Diluc returned, stepping into his role as if he had been there all along.

Diluc noticed the commotion in the tavern as Amber comforted Klee, while Kaeya looked smug as ever.

At the same time, the front door creaked open, and Razor walked in. He made his way to Lisa, standing near the bar.

“I… helped,” Razor said, his tone straightforward. “Practice… finished.”

Lisa chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Alright, since you helped out so much, we’ll skip this round of training. Consider it a reward.”

Razor exhaled softly, relieved. Though he didn’t say much, his gratitude was clear.

Lisa, who hadn’t gone to the battlefield herself, had sent Razor to assist the Knights at the bridge.

Soon after, Barbara and Noelle arrived, carrying supplies for the gathering.

“Has my sister—Acting Grand Master Jean—arrived yet?” Barbara asked anxiously.

Having turned Jean away earlier to prepare the surprise, she now felt a pang of guilt.

“Not yet, but she should be here soon,” Kaeya replied, clapping his hands together. “Let’s finish setting up her appreciation party!”

“Leave it to me,” Noelle declared, quickly getting to work decorating the tavern with practiced efficiency.

“I’ll keep watch from upstairs!” Amber volunteered, darting toward the second floor.

As the finishing touches were being made, Amber rushed down the stairs, her voice full of urgency. “Jean is almost here!”

“Alright, everyone, get ready to welcome her!”

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On the way to Angel’s Share, Lumine walked alongside Jean, keeping up a steady stream of conversation to distract her. Jia Changjiang chimed in occasionally, adding to the effort.

Jean, however, felt increasingly puzzled. The two were clearly up to something, but she couldn’t figure out what.

For the past few days, Jean had noticed a strange tension in those around her. It was as though everyone—Barbara, Lisa, Kaeya, even Noelle—was hiding something.

When she’d asked Noelle directly, the maid had turned red as an apple and stammered her way through a vague excuse.

Did I do something wrong? Jean wondered, her worry growing. Have I upset everyone without realizing it?

Lumine, sensing Jean’s unease, began recounting the many things Jean had done for Mondstadt, from helping its citizens to her leadership during the recent battle.

“Jean, you always work so hard for everyone. Mondstadt loves you for it,” Lumine said sincerely. “You don’t need to change a thing. The Jean I know is already amazing.”

Her words brought a small smile to Jean’s face. “Thank you for your kind words. Let’s not delay any further. If Kaeya has something important to discuss, we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“It won’t be delayed, trust me,” Jia Changjiang interjected with a grin.

“Why’s that?” Jean asked, puzzled.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he replied mysteriously. “After all, tonight is a celebration of victory.”

As they arrived at the doors of Angel’s Share, Jia Changjiang stepped forward and pushed them open with a flourish.

Inside, the tavern was filled with familiar faces, all beaming at Jean.

“Jean, welcome to your… appreciation party!”

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