The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [133]

“Hmph…” Diluc let out a cold snort, turning to leave. However, before taking a step, he threw a parting remark to Kaeya.

“Busy with petty matters day after day… That’s why I say the Knights are untrustworthy.

“And don’t presume to understand my feelings.”

“Ahaha~”

Kaeya chuckled as he watched Diluc’s retreating figure. “You were much cuter as a child. Now, though, it almost seems like you’ve found some friends.”

The two exchanged words, half-teasing and half-serious. Their dynamic had an odd harmony, one forged over years of estrangement and complexity.

Since long ago, these foster brothers had maintained this peculiar, tension-laden relationship.

Lumine, nestled in Lisa’s arms, observed the interaction with a curious expression. “Those two… they actually get along pretty well, don’t they?”

“Hmm~ Perhaps this is just their way of being at peace with one another,” Lisa replied, gently stroking Lumine’s hair. “Speaking of which, little cutie, aren’t you looking for your brother? To be so devoted to finding him, you two must be quite close.”

“Aether?” Lumine’s face fell slightly at the mention of her brother.

“That’s right! You’ve never really described your brother before,” Paimon added inquisitively. “Is he anything like you?”

“Not at all! Aether’s so naggy! Whenever I do anything, he always has something to complain about!” Lumine pouted instinctively, but her expression quickly softened into a melancholy one. “But…”

Memories flooded her mind—scenes from what felt like an eternity ago. They had once traveled through countless worlds together, only for a mysterious god to tear them apart.

“He’s all I have left…” she whispered. “But I’ll find him. Jax has assured me he’s still in this world.”

Clinging tightly to Lisa, Lumine’s voice grew resolute. “Aether and I… we will reunite.”

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Meanwhile, as the preparations continued at Angel’s Share, Jia Changjiang sat alone on the wall overlooking Mondstadt’s main gate, gazing down at the bridge that stretched out before the city.

Perched on the edge, he placed his battle axe beside him and pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a nearly empty lighter from his pocket.

The pack held fewer than five cigarettes. Taking one out, he placed it between his lips and shielded the flame with his hand. Click, click, click. No matter how hard he pressed, the lighter produced only faint sparks.

“Damn it, out of gas,” Jia Changjiang muttered. Frustrated, he nearly tossed the disposable lighter into the night but stopped himself mid-throw.

Staring at the useless lighter, he sighed and carefully tucked it back into his pocket alongside the battered cigarette pack.

He hadn’t brought much from his original world, and what little he had… he couldn’t bear to part with.

A wallet, keys, and a phone—completely useless in this world but lovingly preserved nonetheless.

The cigarettes, one by one, were a dwindling treasure. Only the empty pack would remain.

“No fire, huh…”

The unlit cigarette dangled from his lips as he frowned.

Every cigarette smoked is one less…

With another sigh, he returned the unsmoked cigarette to the pack.

Lumine had someone to search for—a bond to pursue. But what about him?

As the thought lingered, movement in the distance caught his eye. Beyond Mondstadt’s walls, a large group approached the city. Among them was an exceptionally tall and muscular figure.

What’s past is unattainable… so I’ll seize what’s within my reach now.

Jia Changjiang rose to his feet, spread his Wind Glider—crafted from the Feather of the East Wind and Boreas’ wolf fur through his system—and leapt from the wall.

“Abyss Mages… Bring out all your tricks!”

“Let me shatter your schemes!”

Under the rising moon, Jia Changjiang landed on Mondstadt’s bridge with a resounding crash, embedding his axe into the stone. He wrenched it free, his grip steady as resolve surged through him.

The past is gone, so I’ll fight for what lies ahead.

“So… what is it I can fight for now?”

He glanced toward the encroaching horde of Hilichurls and the Abyss Mages among them. From behind him, the sounds of the Knights of Favonius marching out of the city echoed across the bridge.

Scratching an itch on his back with the handle of his axe, Jia Changjiang smirked as his earlier gloom evaporated.

“For starters… Mondstadt, where I’ve made so many friends, isn’t yours to ruin.”

The Knights of Favonius charged past him, forming a defensive line on the bridge. Jean stood at their forefront, issuing commands.

“And next…”

Dragging his axe along the ground, its blade carved a jagged groove into the stone as he strode forward. His gaze locked on the largest figure among the enemies: a Frostarm Lawachurl.

“Fight me. Let me battle like a hero… and leave my mark on this foreign world!”

Jia Changjiang leapt high, his axe spinning in the air as he deflected arrows fired by the Hilichurls. He descended like a meteor, crashing into the Frostarm Lawachurl with unstoppable force.

“In battle, I will never be forgotten!”

Laughing wildly, Jia Changjiang’s axe cleaved through his foes as he barreled toward the Abyss Mages and the Frostarm Lawachurl.

“So come on! Come!!! Let’s fight without end!!”

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“…”

Back at Angel’s Share, Diluc had retreated to the back of the tavern. Behind the bar stood Charles, disguised by illusion magic to appear as Diluc.

Donning an alternate outfit and a mask to conceal his face, Diluc inspected his claymore, ensuring it was battle-ready.

A familiar voice interrupted him from the rear entrance.

“Heading to the gate, are we, oh solitary Darknight Hero?”

Diluc turned to find Kaeya leaning casually against the doorframe, a playful smirk on his face.

“…”

Diluc remained silent, but Kaeya only chuckled.

“Having companions now… it’s oddly reassuring.”

Kaeya tossed a long, wrapped package toward Diluc, who caught it deftly.

“It wasn’t easy sneaking this out of the Knights’ headquarters. If not for covering Jean’s duties, I wouldn’t have managed it. Took quite a bit of effort to bypass the Knights’ and the Church’s paperwork.”

Kaeya opened the tavern’s back door and strode inside, tossing a final remark over his shoulder:

“Alright, time for me to chat with the ‘Diluc’ out front. I’m curious to see what this Darknight Hero can really do…”

As Diluc unwrapped the package, a familiar weapon came into view: the Favonius Greatsword, the one he had wielded as the Dawn Knight.

When Diluc left the tavern moments later, the greatsword was left behind by the door.

But it wasn’t the Favonius Greatsword.

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