Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 366 A Glimpse into the Secrets of the Past

Meanwhile, when Mu Feng and Amber walked out of the West Wind Cathedral together, it was already quite late outside the window.

"Please try to get enough sleep in the coming days. May the wind god protect you, and I sincerely wish you a speedy recovery."

The pastor in charge of the medical treatment escorted the two to the door, clasped their hands together in front of their chests, and bowed gently in greeting.

Even after a full day of work, the nun's smile remained unchanged, as gentle and warm as the wind.

"Thank you for your help. May Barbatos be with you."

Mu Feng bowed slightly, performing a standard knightly salute, and accepted the medicine bottle from the priestess.

In fact, it's hard to say whether to call it luck or misfortune.

After a thorough examination by the church's physician, everything was normal, and his health was surprisingly good.

On the one hand, Amber managed to give a somewhat satisfactory explanation.

But on the other hand, the problem of that recurring nightmare has come full circle and returned to its starting point.

The church pastor prescribed him some calming medication; for now, we can only hope it will have some effect.

Although Mu Feng had almost no hope for this.

"Let's go, Miss Pastor, you have other work to do."

He gently patted the little girl who was still trying to get to the bottom of things from the nun, and smiled apologetically at her.

After hurriedly asking about the last few points of attention, Amber waved goodbye to the priest with reluctance.

The pastor returned a gentle smile and nodded in greeting.

As they descended the marble stairs, Mu Feng cheerfully waved the medicine bottle in front of Amber and made a joke.

"See, I told you it was just a nightmare."

His tone was relaxed, with a hint of slyness, as if he had just won a high-stakes gamble.

Amber rolled her eyes at him, crossed her arms, pouted, turned her face to the other side, and began to mutter resentfully.

"Don't even mention it, you idiot Mu Feng, you were scared to death! Luckily you're alright... You need to rest more these days, okay?"

At this moment, she seemed to be the older one, counting on her fingers and starting a long, rambling monologue.

"Of course, of course, my little angel Amber."

"I swear to Barbatos, next time I'll definitely do it, hehe."

"Huh? What the heck is this...?"

The two bickered as they walked toward the deer hunters, while the priestess watched with a smile from afar until they were far away.

As usual, she closed the church doors, turned and walked through the chapel into a corridor leading to the upper level of the church.

At that moment, the smile on her face disappeared without her noticing.

Her footsteps echoed down the corridor, and the stained glass windows of the church reflected her expression, half in light and half in shadow.

It was a complex expression, one of worry and inner turmoil.

Then, she stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor.

A rhythmic knocking sounded on the door, and a refined, yet clearly weary voice came from inside.

"Enter."

The priestess cautiously pushed open the door, and Archbishop Simon was sitting behind his desk, rubbing his temples with a headache.

The gold-rimmed glasses were casually tossed aside, next to a mountain of documents, and three or four similar piles of official documents nearby.

The topmost document is the latest report from the Fatui's executor, "The Doctor," who has appeared near Mondstadt.

"Your Excellency, the medicine... has been prescribed as usual."

The pastor bowed slightly, and Simon looked up from his documents, managed a smile, and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Oh...oh! Thank you. The tea is over there, please help yourself."

Simon then buried himself in the pile of official documents again.

Sister Malena was one of his long-time subordinates, and in private, the Chief of the Dawn was not so particular about etiquette.

Of course, he couldn't let those old fogies in the church hear such treasonous words, or he'd be in trouble.

The pastor opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated and wavered for a moment.

The office fell silent, save for the soft rustling of a quill pen nib sliding across parchment.

By the time the archbishop looked up from his documents again to wipe his glasses, another ten minutes had passed.

The nun remained standing there, her expression conflicted.

Simon immediately realized that the other person seemed to have something to say, so he put down his pen and picked up the tea that had gone cold beside him.

"Marlena? Is there anything else you need to report?"

"If it's the Grand Master inviting you for drinks... cough cough, just tell him that the Gunnhild family's sacrificial sword is about to be born."

The archbishop coughed twice and made a not-so-funny joke, which startled the nun who was still hesitating.

She let out a soft breath, as if she had made up her mind, carefully organized her words, and slowly began to speak.

"You...don't intend to let that child know the truth?"

Upon hearing this, Simon's expression finally changed. He dropped his joking demeanor, put down his teacup, and let out a long sigh.

"The truth...it's so cruel...he's still so young."

He picked up the cooled tea and took a sip. The slippery texture made him frown, and his knuckles unconsciously tapped the table.

"Besides... even after all these years of investigation... I still don't understand what can be considered the truth..."

Simon's words revealed a sense of powerlessness, which created a deep rift between him and the wise "Minister of the Dawn".

Sometimes, it might be best to bury the truth forever; the past is not as wonderful as we imagine.

Sister Malena fell silent. The boy was too mature; sometimes... he made her forget his age.

However, the truth will eventually come out.

The child will grow up, and a loophole will remain a loophole, and a lie will remain a lie.

One day, he will find out.

Simon put down his teacup and sighed softly again.

Let's keep it a secret for as long as we can.

The child wasn't ready to face those things.

He was one of them.

What a terrible father...

Simon pulled open an inconspicuous drawer in the corner of a desk, inside which were arranged all sorts of glass jars.

Their labels were varied, ranging from tranquilizers to nutritional supplements, but most of the bottles were empty.

The rest were all filled with pills of the same shape.

One half of the capsule is light green, and the other half is purple.

This is bad... the existing stock will only last until the end of the year...

Next time that old guy comes, have him bring more.

He took out a bottle and solemnly handed it to the nun, closed the drawer, locked it, and put his gold-rimmed glasses back on.

Pastor Qi Li sighed deeply, said nothing, and silently put away the medicine bottle.

Next, this bottle of medicine will be delivered to the child under various pretexts.

Just like it has happened countless times in the past two years.

"Barbara...she probably doesn't know...?"

The archbishop's voice was somewhat erratic, like a guilty father cautiously trying to find out information about his daughter.

"No, just as the child arrived, I deliberately... distracted Miss Barbara."

The nun stopped in her tracks and answered in a low voice.

"That's good……"

Simon's weary voice was drowned out by the documents, and then the rustling of writing filled the office.

The wind blows through the window, carrying it toward an unknown future.

However, the past is like a shadow wearing a black brimmed hat and a dark black trench coat.

He will knock on your door politely but unexpectedly on a rainy night.

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