bullyxtreme Chapter 369 "The Revenge of Qiu Yi"
Chapter 369 "The Revenge of Qiu Yi"
Although not everyone is satisfied with the outcome, at least the farce has come to a temporary end today.
Mu Feng took the Sunset Fruit from the saleswoman who emerged from behind the counter with a sigh of relief, handed it to Yura beside him, and then paid for his and Amber's bacon Mora.
The girl took the bag with a complicated expression and pursed her lips.
But in the end, she didn't say anything.
From the moment of their birth, the descendants of the Lawrence family have been burdened with the mission of "revenge" and "restoration".
To avenge the Knights of Favonius who destroyed the rule of the nobility, and to avenge the people they once ruled but ultimately betrayed.
Lawrence will one day rule Mondstadt again.
When she was little, in the gaps between her daily training in etiquette, swordsmanship, and cooking, Yura would sometimes look out the window.
That place was a completely different world from where she was.
Children her age chased each other on the grass, paper airplanes rode the wind across the sky, carrying dandelions into the distance.
Inside the window were endless ancient books, relentless training, and harsh, inhumane assessments.
Her only pastimes were a bone whistle she made herself and the family's ritual dance, which had become a mere formality.
She longed for that world, where the melody of the bone whistle was gentle and bright, carrying the innocent dreams of a young girl.
However, the elders in the family always gave stern admonitions.
Lawrence was an aristocrat among aristocrats, and between him and the lowly commoners, there was only one option: to rule or to be ruled.
Moreover, they never accept the descendants of sinners.
The paper airplane flew to the window. She opened the window, picked up the still-warm wing, and reached out her hand to the girl running towards her.
The girl didn't flinch and was about to take it when she was taken away by an adult who rushed over and almost forcibly dragged her away.
"That's Lawrence! A descendant of sinners!"
A faint shout reached my ears, and the paper airplane slipped from my fingertips.
That world refused her visit.
But what kind of world does she live in?
Lawrence, whose family emblem is ice, is a man whose detachment, beyond the connection of blood, is ingrained in his very being.
Among the clan, there is only competition, and only by defeating everyone around you can you be qualified to face the trials and win glory.
This was also a lesson her father had taught her since she was a child.
But when did the father's tall and imposing figure gradually collapse into something unbearable to look at?
Perhaps it was when that man threw the cake she had made for him into the trash can and scolded her mercilessly.
"You should spend your time practicing the family's swordsmanship, not these toys that lowly people use to while away their lives!"
Or perhaps, it was only when she realized that their father-daughter relationship would truly have a purpose when she shone brightly in the family's swordsmanship competition and received praise from all sides.
But in any case, emotions are an absolute luxury in the home where the name Lawrence still reigns supreme.
So she slowly learned to close herself off, responding only to the constant open and covert attacks from her family with the sword in her hand.
Yes, she became what her family wanted her to be.
The diary that the girl used to record her thoughts has become a record of grudges, and only in the dead of night, with the faint whistling sound from the eaves, can she tell the story of her unresolved feelings.
Today is the day she was awarded the "Seal of Solid Ice".
This should have been a glorious moment for the young woman, but she didn't want to stay in the banquet hall, in that place full of pretense and grandeur, which made her feel oppressed.
She practically ran away from there.
However, the outside world was not very welcoming to her, this uninvited guest. Caught between two forces, she had nowhere to escape.
So, the girl still planned to use her forte—holding grudges—to hastily end the unmanageable embarrassment.
But the kindness came too suddenly, snatching the pen away before the period was finished and writing another ending.
"I'll remember this grudge of forcing Lawrence to thank me."
“Amber, and also Mufeng Gunnhildr.”
After saying this, the girl forcefully stuffed two of the most beautiful sunset fruits into the hands of the two of them, but her tone was terribly incongruous.
Before the two could react, Yura had already disappeared, her back view looking somewhat disheveled.
Perhaps "escape" would be a more appropriate word to describe it.
She hadn't yet learned how to respond to this hard-won kindness, and she also remembered the humiliation that had embarrassed the girl.
She thought this bitterly, just as she always did.
Just thinking about the scene from earlier, the girl in fiery red stood in front of her, refusing to move aside no matter what.
And that guy from Gunnhildr, there's some truth to the rumors that he's so popular with girls.
The girl's heart softened, and she couldn't harden it no matter what.
It's all because she gave away the sweetest sunset fruit, and the rest were all sour. She'll hold a grudge against her for that.
He kept remembering and remembering until he got tired of it.
Yura ignored Lawrence, who was waiting at the door to laugh at her, and went straight back to her room.
Or rather, whether there was anyone there was less important to the girl than the leftover pie crumbs on the table.
As soon as the door closed, a low, bone-whistling sound climbed up to the eaves.
Only the notebook in her drawer, filled with notes written overnight, knows how many worries the girl has on her mind today.
……
Meanwhile, the scene was quite different for Mu Feng.
"Hmm... what a strange person..."
Amber blinked her beautiful chestnut-brown eyes, rested her index finger on her chin, and painstakingly translated the other person's linguistic artistry.
A girl who is always straightforward is destined to find it difficult to understand this roundabout way of expressing emotions.
Saying thank you is much easier than that long, meaningless conversation.
Mu Feng stroked Amber's soft hair, silently complaining.
The eldest daughter of the Lawrence family isn't as difficult to get along with as rumored, she's just... a little bit arrogant?
However, Amber quickly put the matter out of her mind, and the little girl took Mu Feng's arm and began to act coquettishly.
"Hehe, Brother Mufeng, you were quite imposing just now."
"You idiot Amber, even if you keep praising me, I won't share any of my toast with you later."
"Ah! Brother Mufeng is a bad guy, at least a third of him!"
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As their voices faded into the distance, in the Deer Hunter's Restaurant, Grand Master Falgar, who "happened" to be having a drink there, stood up, put down a few Mora, and gave a meaningful smile.
He stretched, hoisted his ever-present Wolf's End sword onto his shoulder, and disappeared into the crowd.
It seems the issue discussed with Simon has yielded a result.
That night, Mu Feng learned from Qin the "good news" that the Grand Master would personally teach him the West Wind Sword Technique.
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