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five chapters to go = five chapters to edit. Hoping I will finish them in a week, sooo I can finally focus on my pending fic on one piece!

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst

chapter index.

one. six. eleven.

two. seven. twelve.

three. eight. thirteen.

four. nine. fourteen.

five. ten. fifteen.

[aeliesa]

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst • previous chapter

note: This is a canon divergence, so please do not confuse it with the lore, some spoilers are expected (but not that much). Happy reading! x

ten.

You cannot deny that there are moments when you doubt your plans. What you witness in Teyvat is far different from what you are accustomed to. It's as if all your past experiences now feel like a distant reality. The drastic changes lead to a series of events that even a deity like you cannot quickly comprehend—and the Archons, your friends, are no exception.

"You seem troubled," Zhongli mutters, concerned by your silence.

You take a deep breath before turning to your friend, who is enjoying the lavish meal prepared by esteemed chefs just for the two of you. Childe arranged everything, and you're grateful for his hospitality—it has made it easier for you to connect with those you need to see. But had it not been for the Tsaritsa, you might have been struggling just to be here.

"I'm just contemplating. It’s nothing to worry about."

"You’ve been spacing out for a while. This is quite out of character for someone like you."

"I appreciate your concern…" You smile at him, but Zhongli’s eyes remain the same—perturbed, not believing the facade you’ve put on. "I’m just wondering what will happen to this nation."

Zhongli pauses, his cup held midair, eyes fixed on your troubled expression. You have always been the most compassionate among the deities—even more than the Cryo Archon—and seeing you like this affirms to him that, despite everything, you’re still the same.

"Worry not about them. They’ve proven themselves capable of standing on their own," he says, his voice tinged with wistfulness—nostalgia for Liyue’s journey toward prosperity.

"I know. It just doesn’t sit well with me…" you admit truthfully. "Before arriving in Liyue, I visited several nations. Snezhnaya was the first. After learning of her plans, I was forced to embark on this journey. I’ve met the Archons of other nations, and each has a different way of leading. Mondstadt was the same. Barbatos—that twat—was the same as ever, but…"

At the thought of your alcoholic bard friend, who wanders without Mora to his name, you can’t help but laugh.

"He must be doing well, judging by how amused you are just mentioning his name," Zhongli notes, eyes still on you despite focusing on his tea. Since your reunion, he has made time for you—something rare in his current life. After all, it has been ages since he last encountered someone like you, especially when the gods of Celestia have restrained your return.

You hum in agreement, nodding gracefully. "Had it not been for the tavern owner, we’d probably be working off our debt. Barbatos has a thing for drinks—he brought me there just to pay off his tab. Shameless, as ever." You shake your head, smiling at the memory. Barbatos may be reckless and whimsical, but with you, he finds a kindred spirit.

"But things are different in Inazuma. I’ve been there—seen how the Raiden Shogun handles her people. Her solutions are… peculiar." Your smile fades as distress creeps back into your thoughts.

"Things are tight in Inazuma, but we both know she wants what she believes is best for her nation. If the time comes for her to change her ideals, you and I both know she’ll adapt."

"Point taken," you sigh in defeat.

"There’s no need to worry," Zhongli says, calling you by your real name. "When placed in difficult situations, mortals are resilient. Like us, they can endure the catastrophes thrown at them."

You stay quiet, processing his advice. He’s right, and you know it—but it’s hard to accept that suffering is a requirement for peace and success.

"It’s part of the norm," Zhongli shifts his gaze quickly and then back at you, watching you as if reading your every thought. "Nothing comes easily. If it did, would you accept a world where mortals remain dependent, desperate, and… foolish?"

"Point taken," you repeat, surrendering to his logic.

There’s no use arguing with him. Zhongli has always been the rational one. In the past, you often bickered with him over the pettiest matters. Barbatos would take sides—usually whichever side benefited him most. Others enjoyed your debates, but in the end, you always lost. They’d all gang up on you just to annoy you. Those were the good old days.

"So, what’s your plan?"

"Plan?"

"You know what today is. Everyone’s busy preparing for the event."

You fall silent. Today marks the Rite of Descension—a day of great change for Liyue. It's also been a while since you last saw Xiao. Every evening, as the moon rises, your thoughts drift to him. While everyone else prepares for what’s to come, the Conqueror of Demons tirelessly protects the nation he swore to serve.

"I don’t know… Why should I attend an event for someone who's currently lounging and spending his time with me?" you quip. "I’ve decided not to attend. I have something else to take care of."

"You’re going to see him again?"

Zhongli casts a knowing glance at you. He searches for an answer he already knows, and you avoid his gaze, hoping he’ll drop the subject. Earlier, he asked you not to interfere with the Adepti, but you refuted him—citing the contract you recently forged.

"Am I not allowed to?"

"I never said that. But we both know the possible consequences."

You narrow your eyes at his warning tone. "Are you threatening me?"

"A threat? No. Just a reminder of the contract."

Contract. Another one, forged thousands of years ago. You made it out of desperation, and now you're tasting the same medicine you once gave him. That same contract makes you wary whenever you’re near Xiao.

"I know," you say softly, the weight of your choices clear in your voice. "I’m fully aware of what I agreed to. And even now, I’m grateful you accepted my proposal."

Zhongli falls silent. For all his logic, he still can’t understand your desperation to save the Yaksha. He knows you are merciful, but even that doesn’t explain your fierce determination.

"Saving him in exchange for concealing the truth… It was worth it." You speak sincerely. "Along with Barbatos, I owe you for helping that night."

"We only did what was right," Zhongli replies, looking away to avoid the honesty in your eyes. He still feels a pang of guilt. If it had been up to him, he might’ve refused—but the stakes were too high. You knew it, and you never resented him. Still, the fact that he bent the rules of Celestia to save your friend continues to weigh on him.

Whether he admits it or not, Zhongli played a part in your suffering. The consequences of your deal are now surfacing. In exchange for saving Xiao, you vowed never to reveal the truth—that you were the one who begged the Geo Archon, and it was your instrument the Anemo Archon used to play music that saved Xiao from eternal demise.

Only the three of you know the full truth, and it shall remain that way.

You keep your gaze on him. Zhongli sits stiffly, brow furrowed.

"You were never part of my suffering. This is my fate, Morax. No contract or action can spare me from it. If you'd taken a different path, you would’ve sunk with me—and I couldn’t allow that. I’ve already caused too much, but the thought of seeing you in chains is unbearable."

Zhongli clears his throat and turns to you. "Why did you choose to risk your life?" he finally asks—the question that has haunted him for years.

You pause, thinking of the history you carry. "He was the only survivor of an action I took. I defied the deities to save Decarabian and the others, and that decision brought Xiao immense suffering. Still, I believe no evil completely overtakes anyone. There's always some good, however small."

You were one of the reasons Xiao suffers under his karmic debt. Without your actions, things might have turned out differently.

"They betrayed me in the end. But even now, I stand by my belief. They were given a chance to redeem themselves. One of us had to believe they were capable of change."

You sigh. "It’s not just mortals who suffer. Even gods feel pain deep enough to push them to do wrong. Despite everything, I’m thankful to the deities who supported my plea. Even if… it’s disheartening that I failed."

Zhongli stares at you, disbelief in his eyes. He’s always known your kind heart, but he never imagined just how far you'd go to preserve a sliver of hope.

"Regardless, I stand by my belief," you say firmly. "What about you? What’s your plan? People will be terrified when the truth comes to light."

"Time will reveal all," he says simply.

You both chat away the remaining time. Despite his busy schedule, Zhongli made room for you—he tells you you’re a priority, especially after so long apart. As with all things, the moment must end.

"See me at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor if time permits," he reminds before departing.

"I’ll keep that in mind."

You stand silently, watching Zhongli’s figure retreat. You wonder how he keeps going. Everyone has battles to fight, burdens to carry, and paths to walk. Seeing him try to live among mortals, you realize everyone is forging their own way now.

"It’s been so long," you murmur. "Everyone is changing in their own ways… but…"

You stop, lost in thought. What about you? While others move forward, you remain stagnant—still rooted in a past once shared.

Perhaps now that you’ve returned to this realm, your time for change has come.

Perhaps.

But before anything else, it’s the Yaksha who remains your top priority.

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[aeliesa]

Me with my 2021 fic that I just completed on 2025.

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37202491/chapters/163381918

[aeliesa]

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst

chapter index.

one. six. eleven.

two. seven. twelve.

three. eight. thirteen.

four. nine. fourteen.

five. ten. fifteen.

[aeliesa]

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst • previous chapter

note: Hi, I've been gone for a month! I know it was long overdue to finish this fic (editing which I hope is really edited) but rest assured I am NOT abandoning it. It's already completed in AO3 but I intend to polish it when posting here hence why it takes time (not to mention the schedules).

nine.

Last night’s events bear no fruit; instead, they leave you with even more yearning. You catch a glimpse of Xiao’s suffering and stand firm in your belief—he does not deserve it.

“Lady Traveler,” Adrian greets you with a friendly smile as you exit your chamber. “A pleasant morning to you. I was told to inform you that you must be there before the clock strikes three in the afternoon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Adrian. Thank you.” You offer a warm smile and step outside. From afar, you hear whispers from the Fatui admiring your smile.

“It bothers me—why must he deliver the news personally when he could have sent one of us?”

“I can see why.”

Hearing their chatter, a soft, cynical chuckle escapes you.

Humans thrive, yet their nature—nosy and observant in their own ways—always prevails.

With ample time on your hands, you choose to visit those who are familiar with your identity and presence. It’s been so long since they last spoke with you. Now seems like the right moment to reconnect. After all, none of you know what the future holds. You’ve all suffered, and it always feels like time is slipping away.

Beneath Yuijing Terrace, near a pharmacy, an old woman stands with her tea set, her gaze fixed on the youth before her. If the situation mirrors what you remember, she’s likely contemplating deeper matters—but most likely, she’s thinking of Liyue.

It doesn’t surprise you that she turns toward you, even from a distance. Gone is the physical appearance you once knew; in its place is wrinkled skin unfamiliar to your touch. Yet despite the change, her radiance remains untouched. Her appearance may fade, but the emotions she evokes in you remain unchanged: warmth and familiarity.

“Ah, youngsters these days…” she mutters when you smile at her. “It’s rare to be remembered by those you least expect.”

“Pardon?” a young woman asks, confused by her sudden shift in tone.

You almost fail to notice the bright-eyed young woman beside her, looking at the older woman with curiosity.

“From your tone, I gather you were expecting a visit from the youth you mentioned…” You smile and glance at the young woman. “I see you’ve acquired the essence of what it means to belong… family.”

The old woman chuckles. “Still the same as ever, I see.” Then, turning to the confused young lady, she adds, “This is Yanfei. She was entrusted to me, so I treat her as my own.”

You exchange pleasantries with Yanfei, who soon bids her farewell.

“What a lively soul, full of dreams and aspirations…” the old woman says, turning back to you.

“For someone like you, I’d say you raised her well.” You quip, studying the wrinkles and the features you haven’t seen from her face. “You seem well.”

“Madame Ping it is, young lady,” she corrects with a soft smile.

“Madame Ping.” The name feels foreign on your tongue. You’re not used to calling her that—but such is the way of things now.

“I trust you’ve kept your identity well hidden…”

At her words, a small smile forms on your lips. “So you found out about the little trick I pulled on that poor boy.”

“Still as discreet as ever.”

“Old habits die hard,” you joke.

A pause settles between you, both staring ahead in comfortable silence. Then the old woman speaks.

“I suppose… you haven’t seen him yet?”

You know who she means—your dear friend. “I’ve been looking for him, but ever since we parted, I’ve heard nothing. My status made it inevitable to lose touch.”

“He’s been doing well, if you ask me.”

That small assurance brings comfort. Just knowing he’s alive and well eases your heart. “It’s good to hear that. Still, I’d be even more at ease if I could see him before I leave.”

“Time will tell. Perhaps he’ll appear during the Rite of Parting.”

“I certainly hope so.”

You spend the rest of your time in conversation until the hour arrives for your meeting with Childe’s guest.

“I do look forward to the day our paths cross again.”

“As do I. Take care, Madame Ping.”

You leave feeling lighter than before. Childe is already waiting when you arrive, and without wasting time, the two of you go to meet the guest.

And there he is—just as you’d spoken of him earlier. The same devil, sitting comfortably and sipping tea in front of lavish food at the restaurant Childe had taken you to before. He looks different, but you can tell—he is still who he was.

“This is Zhongli,” Childe introduces. “He’s quite the knowledgeable figure and a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I’m glad he agreed to meet, knowing how busy he can be.”

Caught off guard, you manage only a word of gratitude. Zhongli’s expression shifts briefly before he hides it with grace. “I do not turn away those in need of my service.”

Childe chuckles. “What a gentleman,” he utters, then turns to you. “I’d love to stay tonight, but I have other matters to attend to. If you need anything, just ask the staff.”

“Thank you, Childe. Please let me know how I can repay your kindness.”

“No need, Lady Traveler. As the Tsaritsa’s guest, you’re meant to be treated well.” He smiles and takes his leave.

Once he’s gone, you exhale deeply. Your friend watches you with a mix of innocence and disbelief—amazed and bewildered all at once.

“Tea?” he offers.

“We need to talk,” you reply, voice firm.

Together, you leave the venue, leaving the food untouched for the staff to collect, and begin walking to your next destination.

“I’ve heard of your plans from her. Would it be rude for me to join you in your farewell to the nation you’ve nurtured with heart and soul?”

He smiles. “It feels refreshing to share the air with an old companion.”

“It’s good to see you again, Mora—”

“Zhongli,” he cuts in. “That’s the name I go by now.”

“Zhongli.” You nod with a soft smile. “A good name. Guizhong would love it.”

He only hums in response, allowing himself to be immersed in the beauty of the nation he helped shape. He’s at peace, watching his people live freely.

“If you ask how I was back then,” you begin, “I’ll tell you—I refuse to remember the events of that day.” You glance at him. “You look well.”

“And you?” he asks without meeting your gaze.

“I’m fine,” you reply flatly.

A long silence passes. He’s waiting. He knows why you’ve come. His shoulders tense—he anticipates your request.

“I want him free from the curse,” you finally stated. “And you know who I’m referring to.”

His demeanor doesn’t change. His expression remains unreadable—and you already know what he’ll say.

“A contract is a contract,” he starts, voice firm.

You close your eyes, hoping he’ll take it back. But he’s Morax—the god of contracts. A just and unwavering figure. It’s foolish to expect otherwise.

“I want to help you,” he continues, still avoiding your gaze. “But I cannot turn my back on my duty. The contract we made was forged eons ago. It was the only way I could help you… as your friend. I couldn’t bear your sorrow.”

It pains you to hear this, but you understand. You’re ashamed to even ask to undo it. The bond between you isn’t leverage for your mistakes.

Morax places a steady hand on your shoulder, grounding you. “You saved him from death. That alone gave him a chance to live.”

“But I never imagined the curse would devour the happiness inside him!” Images from the past flood your mind, breaking your composure. Thank the stars it’s Morax beside you—calm and unshaken. A friend of millennia.

“Not every desire is fulfilled,” he counters. “There is risk in all things. His fate does not permit pure happiness. He did cause quite a mess.”

“But it wasn’t him! He was controlled, Morax.”

“Need I remind you who controlled him?”

You avert your gaze, guilt gnawing at you. “I never thought he’d break his promise and pursue Alatus.”

“But he did. And his fate was sealed. Alongside him was Decarabian—who brought ruin to Mondstadt.”

“I never meant to cause harm, Morax,” you mutter, angered and ashamed. “You don’t need to remind me of the sins I’ve carried for thousands of years.”

“I’m not here to shame you,” Zhongli clarifies solemnly. “Only to tell you the truth. He was part of the destruction. The pain they caused was real.”

You say nothing, letting the weight of truth settle in. You feel tired, confused, and angry. No matter how much you try to help, someone always suffers. Maybe this is your curse—bestowed by the gods.

You're merciful. Far more than even the Cryo Archon in Snezhnaya. If Tsaritsa is beloved, you are revered. And yet, that same love led to your downfall.

Long ago, you were exiled from Teyvat and confined to Celestia. When the Archon War erupted, you were forbidden from fighting—but you disobeyed, fighting silently in the shadows. And they found out.

You were exiled again, locked in your realm, forgotten. None of the Seven contacted you—not even in their final days.

And still, you endured.

Only recently were you granted a chance at redemption. But instead of serving the gods, here you are—defying them again, trying to save the Conqueror of Demons.

But the gods were clever. They let you out… but stripped you of your power to save.

“They forbid me from saving those I long to help,” you whisper, voice strained. “In exchange for this second chance, they sealed my nature. I can no longer free those suffering.”

It’s unjust. You only wanted to make amends. But the gods made sure your punishment was eternal.

“You cannot save those who brought ruin,” Zhongli says. “He was one of them. And in exchange for his life, he vowed to serve those he once wronged.”

“That’s the condition Celestia gave you, isn’t it?” you ask, blunt and unwavering.

Zhongli falls silent. And that silence is your answer.

You inhale sharply, keeping your composure. Falling apart is not an option.

“I understand why Tsaritsa rebelled,” you acknowledge bitterly. “They are not gods. They are monsters cloaked in light.”

Zhongli places his hand on your shoulder again. His touch, as always, speaks volumes.

You say nothing more.

"It may have gone on for too long, but I simply cannot bear to see you leave. We have already lost so much—I cannot witness another demise. Osmanthus wine still tastes the same, but it will never be like before, when we were still complete. I do not wish to make it worse."

You understand his point. Morax tries to save you from your demise by compromising his own power. If it were the others, they would have given you up without hesitation.

"Barbatos said the same..." You are calmer now, thinking of your friend dressed as a broke bard wandering through the nation of freedom with nothing left to his name. "But it angers me to know what they did. They may not have sealed my power, but they took away my freedom."

Zhongli stares at you for a while, almost trying to remember the friend he never truly forgot. "You are a god of light—a powerful being capable of extinguishing darkness in a single breath. Yet despite that strength, your soft heart has often been taken advantage of by evil. Laws still bind you—laws agreed upon by all gods." His statement is simple, but it cuts deep. It's the truth you need but never want to hear. It reminds you that you are still bound by fate, and in some ways, still weak.

"We have existed so long that even time fails to record the beginning of our existence. Still, we witnessed the vast changes of this world, and with them, we too have changed," Zhongli continues when you remained silent, ever the voice of wisdom you both respect and sometimes resent. "Despite our capabilities, there is always a limit to what we can do."

You glance at him. His amber eyes hold a thousand unreadable emotions. Very few can truly decipher what lies behind the smile, voice, and eyes of the Lord of Contracts.

Zhongli fears your existence—not your presence, but your actions. Because one misstep could erase you forever. That trepidation is written all over his calm features.

You give him an assuring smile as you place your hand over his resting on your shoulder. "I see it, Morax," you say.

The Geo Archon doesn’t respond.

"Cast that fear away. You need not fret," you continue, smiling warmly. "I’m not going anywhere."

"We have been companions since time immemorial. I know you best out of anyone. This mere assurance only heightens my concern."

At his stern retort, you laugh heartily, which makes him frown. His expression doesn’t change, but your laughter—your ambrosial laughter—brings comfort to his very soul. One thing he adores about you is your determination, your bravery, and your laughter. Each note of it offers solace to those who hear, enveloping them in peace.

"Perhaps this time, a different outcome awaits?" you mumbled between giggles. "We are older than anyone, Morax. Aren’t we the most knowledgeable beings to walk this realm?"

"I see your point. However, you must always consider the broader context. Others exist who are as ancient and as wise."

"I know, I know." You heave a breath, recovering from your laughter. "Still, it feels good to be with a friend again. What a pleasant day to wander."

Silence falls between you. The mountaintop of Tianheng is calmer than ever. Perhaps because you are not alone—or perhaps because you are not with Alatus, who only reminds you to stay focused on your goals. The stillness stirs a sense of peace in you, and a longing for the days when you and your companions roamed Teyvat freely.

"Tell me, Zhongli..." you murmur, "was my venture in this realm useless? Tsaritsa warned me about this, but I never truly grasped the weight of her words."

"The essence of your journey lies in what you make of it," he replies simply.

"It confuses me," you admit, voice heavy with sadness. "Where is this world headed? The rulers are divided. Chaos brews. I can’t bear to see the people suffer, to see their eyes fill with horror at the coming nightmares."

The fear is evident in your voice, and your expression is difficult to decipher.

"I am afraid of the future," you continue. "It brings back visions of what we faced 500 years ago. Tell me, Morax—will Tsaritsa’s rebellion do more harm than good?"

"You’re not going to do what we both suspect, are you?" he asks.

"No," you reply firmly. "I cannot. Too many would suffer."

Relief washes over him. Zhongli exhales deeply and gazes out over Liyue. "I have nothing against her plans. My time watching over Liyue is ending. They have prospered; it is time for them to move on. So too must I seek what lies ahead."

You contemplate his words. "From what I see, I’ve been gone far too long."

"You’re right," he agrees. "The world is changing. We must change with it."

You ignore his last sentence and fall silent. Time has passed, but it still feels like yesterday. How much has everyone changed?

"It saddens me to witness this," you murmur. "Barbatos has changed too. But seeing you continue to be Morax—perhaps not all is lost."

Zhongli calls your name gently. "Time has passed. Change has shaped our ideals and forms. We have lost those dear to us. But the one thing that never fades is our faith and the convictions we hold."

You smile faintly. It’s the same line you told him long ago—when Guizhong left. He may seem stoic and distant now, but he’s still your friend. Soul to soul. Through the best and worst.

"How absurd," you shake your head, amused. "You quoted me."

Zhongli smiles before turning back toward the view.

As the sun sinks behind the horizon, fireflies begin to gather. They flutter toward you, eager for acknowledgment. Zhongli glances at them, then at you—still smiling at the small lights.

"I may no longer be the Lord of Contracts," he eyes you with the look that you're too familiar with —longing for a friend, "but I’d like to do one last thing before we part again."

Despite all your reassurances, Zhongli still worries. You can’t blame him.

"If it puts you at ease, so be it." A firefly lands on your finger, and your smile deepens.

Zhongli’s gaze remains steady. "Vow to me this: you shall make your appearance before leaving Liyue. You will ensure your well-being. You must act cautiously. And above all, do not forget this deal."

"What a long list of demands," you tease. "You could have simply said: don’t die."

Zhongli speaks your name sternly.

You sigh, smiling. "Time may pass, but you’re still you."

The firefly flits away. You turn to him—not as a mortal, but as Morax. His amber eyes glow with divine command. He isn’t Zhongli right now. He is the Geo Archon.

You sigh in surrender. "I vow to your terms, Morax. But in return, I demand my own."

Your eyes glow with radiant blue. In that moment, you are no longer a traveler or a mortal. You are a deity, speaking to another.

"You shall not intervene in my actions during my stay in this world." Your voice is calm but firm. He knows this side of you well—the serious god hidden beneath the light.

"Then we have an accord," he affirms.

In a blink, everything returns to normal. As if the divine exchange never happened. You can already imagine the chastisement from your companions if they had witnessed it.

"I just want you to be safe," Zhongli admits.

"There is no guarantee of safety—for gods or mortals. What does safety even mean? A world without danger? But can anyone guarantee such a thing?"

"A moment when you don’t have to question your life. When you feel no anxiety or regret."

"Only a fool regrets a decision they didn’t make with conviction."

"No argument will change how I feel about you."

You hum in quiet amusement. "I’m glad to see you again, Morax."

"So am I," Zhongli whisper as he turns and begins to descend from Tianheng. "So am I..."

He leaves behind only the echo of his voice, laced with a hope that both of you know is impossible to fulfill.

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[aeliesa]

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst • previous chapter

eight.

You can’t sleep. The events of the day replay in your mind, refusing to let you rest. No matter how hard you try to push him away, Xiao lingers in your thoughts. He was the reason you came down to Teyvat, and the idea of neglecting these thoughts feels impossible. Perhaps it’s guilt that makes you like this?

Your actions are inevitable for someone as reckless as you, but never in your wildest dreams did you expect the consequences to be this heavy, harsh, and painful. No one in Celestia had ever thought the way you do; your impulsiveness has saved thousands of mortals, yet it never brings you ease. Because of this, everyone remains vigilant around you.

“Tomorrow will be a long day. . .” You sigh, sitting at the edge of your bed, gazing out the window at the bright, visible moon. “How am I supposed to rest when it seems unfair for you to be restless while I sit comfortably in this room. . .” The silence engulfs you, and you bite your lower lip, heaving a deep breath. “Am I comfortable?”

Why do I always doubt myself when it comes to you?

Whatever this feeling is, you decide to go out. The room Childe prepared for you is spacious, but ironically, it feels suffocating, as though there is no air despite the large open windows. You need to leave—before you do something reckless that you’ll regret, something that could jeopardize your plans.

The air outside is the same as inside, yet it feels warmer against your skin. Though late, Liyue is still alive. People move about, enjoying the harmony of the night, treasuring the company of their loved ones. Some shops remain open, while others have closed, yet the city still feels as if it’s in the midst of a celebration.

If this is already so amiable, how much more during their festivals? I bet it feels even warmer and more joyful.

The thought of Liyue’s festivals makes you long to witness one yourself. “I want to see that. . .” you whisper, turning away as you start ascending the path leading to your usual retreat: Mt. Tianheng.

The path is dark—expected at this late hour. A myriad of fireflies emerges from the shadows, their gentle glow surrounding you as if they recognize you, drawn to the grace you hold. You smile, offering a warm thanks to the tiny creatures. They remind you of the ones you left behind in your realm.

How are they?

“You aren’t just a traveler.”

The voice stops you in your tracks. Of all the presences you expected at the summit of Tianheng, his is the least likely. It’s astounding—and frightening—how fate seems to weave your life like a puzzle, forcing the pieces into place without regard for the result.

“Xiao. . .” You whisper his name, slowly looking up to find him standing at the cliff’s edge, his back facing you. He watches over the nation below, yet you know that despite his gaze on Liyue, his attention is entirely on you.

Xiao makes it clear. He wants you to feel it—to be aware that you are not off the hook. To him, you are still a walking calamity. You are still under his watch, bound within his territory.

His presence is intimidating, but knowing who you are, it is nothing. “A fine greeting would have at least let me know I wasn’t alone. . .”

“And you expect me to greet you? In what? A livelier tone?” he scoffs in disbelief. “Traveler, with every conversation we’ve had, I find it astonishing that you would expect me to be convivial.”

Ignoring his harsh remark, you offer him a slight smile. “It’s not that I expect you to be warm, Xiao. That’s the last thing I’d expect. But is it not common courtesy among deities and adepti to express basic manners towards the human race? Am I mistaken?”

Xiao remains silent, caught off guard. No, it’s not just your words—it’s the fact that you possess such deep knowledge of his kind. After all, you are only human. At least, that’s what he believes.

“There is no ‘good’ in this evening. And your failure to grasp my full stance toward you is no longer my fault. . .” His voice remains cold as he glances over his shoulder. “Do not mistake me for someone who adapts to the ways of mortals. I have no interest in their mundane matters.”

You chuckle, your laughter as light as falling leaves, as pleasant as birdsong in the morning. “You’ve already made that quite clear. . .” You step closer, unfazed. “But it wouldn’t hurt you to try.”

Standing beside him now, you smile warmly. As expected, Xiao’s expression remains blank. He doesn’t move away, doesn’t push you back. Taking this as a sign, you decide to ask:

“Why did you come?”

Silence.

You know him well enough not to push for an answer. Instead, you simply enjoy the moment—the rare comfort of being beside him. The mountain air is cold, yet with him, everything feels warmer.

“Aren’t you supposed to stand far from me?”

You turn to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You already know. But you feign ignorance because you want this conversation to last. You know such moments are fleeting, like stars fading before dawn.

“Are you hurt?” His voice is still apathetic, but his emotions are almost too visible. If it weren’t you, no one would have noticed how close he is to making them readable.

“Are you concerned about my well-being?”

“Should I not?”

His reply takes you aback. It’s direct, confident. You scramble for a response, but before you can form one, he glances at you and says, “As much as I wish to end you, I will not let you suffer from my presence, Traveler. I’d rather do it with my own blade.”

Little does he know, his presence does affect you. But not in the way he assumes. You refuse to reveal your true strength—it would only complicate things. You feel the same sensation you did back at Wangshu Inn when you watched him fight, though this time, it’s less severe.

Discreetly, you cast a faint light over yourself, suppressing the effect of his karmic energy on your human form. For years, you have longed for this moment—to be by his side. Even if it means enduring pain, you are eager to prolong it.

“You really can’t wait to do that?” you tease.

He remains silent.

“Don’t worry,” you say, and when he glances at you, your eyes meet. “I’m not affected by your karmic presence.”

You both remain like that—locked in a gaze that seems to stretch beyond time. It’s warm. Serene. A fleeting illusion that, for a moment, makes you believe in a world without suffering.

Xiao’s eyes tell a story—a long, arduous journey of agony and solitude. They are deep, like the sea, endless and consuming. And for a second, you nearly surrender to them. Nearly tell him everything.

But you stop yourself.

Just hold on a little longer, Xiao. Your suffering won’t last forever. . .

For a split second, you glimpse something in his gaze. Light. Hope.

And for the first time, you believe in a future where Xiao no longer stands alone in his darkness.

Yet, when the moment becomes too much, you sever the connection. Xiao blinks, briefly taken aback, but his composure quickly returns. He, too, had let his guard down.

“What are you?” His voice is filled with uncertainty.

You summon every ounce of courage. “I told you—I’m only a traveler.”

His golden eyes narrow. “And you are lying.”

Before you can respond, he vanishes.

Alone once more, you sigh, gazing over the city. “I just wish it hadn’t ended. . .”

But little do you know, Xiao wishes the same.

For deep inside, something about you feels achingly familiar.

“Warm,” he murmurs, troubled by the memory of a presence that once saved him from despair.

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[aeliesa]

[aeliesa]

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst • previous chapter

seven.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Nadia?"

It’s the first thing Childe says when he sees you descending from Mt. Tianheng. "I've been looking for you everywhere..." he adds as you approach him, and the two of you begin walking at the same pace you once did earlier.

“Pardon, I was at Mt. Tianheng, enjoying my leisure...” you reply, your eyes fixed on the road lit by lotus-like flowers floating in the water. "The view is so mesmerizing that I lose track of time."

"I can’t blame you for that."

"And as for Nadia," you continue, glancing at the sky to take in its beauty, "I always prefer to stroll alone, so I personally asked her to leave me be." You smile at him, and the Fatui sighs and smiles back.

The sky is filled with tantalizing stars; each one twinkles with hope and gleams with serenity—the feeling you fail to convey to Xiao. The sun has fully kissed the horizon and now the moon is high above the nation. Despite the time, Liyue still feels as if it’s morning. You like how the atmosphere doesn’t falter, even with the day’s end drawing near. You love how everyone is so absorbed in their plans, determination visible in their actions—something you know Xiao and his Master possess.

How can I still see a part of you in these people?

Your mind wanders to the protection of the Geo Archon, and at the thought of it, a small smile forms on your face. It’s neither happy nor sad, perhaps a mixture of both. You can’t quite place what you’re feeling, but one thing is certain: They will do everything to protect humanity.

"Spare her the punishment, Childe..."

Childe’s demeanor toward you doesn’t change; it’s lively, just what you need at the moment. You’re grateful he appeared when you needed company. It may sound rude, but you’re tired of yourself and everything around you. You just want to find peace, especially after what happened with the Adeptus. The outcome of your plan seems uncertain.

He looks at you meaningfully, and you return his gaze with determination, warmth, and softness. There’s something in your eyes that makes Childe wonder what kind of harbinger you may become.

"Merciful, are we?" he says, causing your brows to furrow. "If you keep acting like that, you won’t last long as a harbinger."

You open your mouth to say something but decide against it. Childe is referring to you becoming one of them—something he thought of earlier—but you choose not to correct him. From his words, you know he still doesn’t know your true identity, and you prefer it that way. The less they know, the better it is for them, and the easier it is for you to exist.

"As you wish, dear Guest. I’ll just let this slide." Childe breaks the silence between you, walking toward the path that leads to Liyue Harbor.

“It’s kind of you to be considerate,” you reply with a smile.

“Only because you asked me,” Childe says, turning to you with a grin. It’s not quite the same as before, but it still carries the same vibe. "You’re strange, Traveler."

"Strange?" you chuckle, repeating his words. "We’ve spent some time together, which I thought was enough for you to form an opinion about me... but it’s odd how you perceive me as 'strange.'"

Childe grins at your statement. "I’ll be upfront... you remind me of Her Majesty—the Tsaritsa."

You frown, but in the blink of an eye, your expression fades with the breeze. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

Childe continues without acknowledging your response. "Harmless and mundane at first glance, but there’s a mystery too deep to understand. On top of that, you're the epitome of compassion and mercy, with an aura that reassures safety, yet there's a sense that one must be cautious in your presence."

You remain silent as he expresses his thoughts. It’s not insulting, but you don’t like it either. You just hate being compared to the Cryo Archon because you know you’re far from her—too far, too contradictory, and too improbable.

"I appreciate it, Childe, but the Tsaritsa is far better than I am," you say sincerely, and Childe quickly agrees.

"Ah, I can’t disagree with that. Her Majesty’s love is something I can’t comprehend. But just like the other Fatui, I too swear my loyalty to her."

You smile, even though a mortal knows what’s better. Despite the sting you feel, a part of you is relieved, knowing no one will suffer the way you do. Everything may be chaotic, but one thing you're certain of: their love for mortals is the reason they fight.

"Everyone has their reason to fight," you murmur, turning to Childe, who remains silent, waiting for you to finish. "If the Tsaritsa heard what you said, she’d be very happy."

The moon above you is enticing, so you glance at it, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "You’d be glad to hear that, wouldn’t you?" you whisper to yourself as though your words are reaching the other side of Teyvat. Faithfulness is a rare thing to attain, even for the likes of us.

"Ah, I almost forgot, Traveler!" Childe exclaims, diverting your attention to him. "Regarding the matters you need to handle on your own, I’ve asked someone skilled, someone I believe will help you reach your goal."

"I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, especially considering you have your own errands to handle."

"It wasn’t that difficult," Childe replies proudly. "I’ve already settled everything. All that’s missing is our presence. I’ll accompany you tomorrow at dusk, right before the sun fully sets. You may have the day to yourself, but I’ll expect you at the Northlander Bank ahead of time."

"You have my word. Again, thank you, Childe. For the warm welcome and for handling my errands. The Fatui sure knows how to pamper their guests," you joke, and he laughs.

It’s a fleeting stroll with his company, but an enjoyable one. For a moment, you’re relieved of stress and troubled thoughts. It brings you to a place where you can see what you truly endure. Who would have thought that even a mortal like him could make you feel a temporary joy—a sensation you crave to feel for eternity?

It’s still different, though. Happiness seems to vanish in the blink of an eye, while suffering feels almost eternal.

You and Childe stand near a vendor selling goods and entertaining customers who buy ingredients for their supper. Before you, a crowd bustles—an ordinary scene in Liyue Harbor. There are different restaurants, food, and specialties; natives living life to the fullest.

"Master!"

Adrian appears with a Fatui man you haven’t met before. Childe excuses himself and steps a few meters away from you. Meanwhile, you take the opportunity to observe his reason through the sight before you.

No wonder you devote yourself to overlooking Liyue.

A group of teenagers hurries past, their conversation loud amidst the bustling crowd.

"Come on, Xiangling’s here! She’s back from Springvale, and that means she’ll be cooking at her restaurant!"

"Give me a break, Xingqui. The last time we went there, I lost my sanity from the spicy food you two made me eat!"

"Now that she’s back, it wouldn’t be complete without me!"

"Hey, you’ll be fine, Chongyun. And as for you—no pranks, Hu Tao! Aren’t you supposed to be at the Funeral Parlor?"

"Don’t be like that, Xingqui. We all want to see Xiangling, right?"

"Dear Geo Archon, I just want to get my popsicles from Chef Mao! Why does it have to be like this?"

"Chongyun, you’re gonna be fine."

"Not with the two of you!"

You chuckle at their conversation and cast a tiny orb of calming light toward the young boy whose yang aura is immense. You make sure no one sees this, but little do you know, a pair of eyes have witnessed your subtle act.

"Now that you mention pampering guests," your gaze turns to Childe, who watches you with curiosity, then quickly shifts to a gleeful look. "How does dinner sound?"

"I would never say no to freebies."

"I expected that from you," you laugh as Childe starts talking about the dinner awaiting the two of you.

You want to dine at a small stall or restaurant you’ve seen, but Childe already has his plans. It’s surprising how he manages to secure a reservation at a fine restaurant—especially given how little time he had.

The place’s exterior screams elegance and wealth—far beyond what someone like you, a traveler with few supplies, can afford.

"Hey, looks like we arrived at just the right moment," Childe says brightly, turning to you. "Let’s go, the food here is amazing, and you’re going to love it!"

You smile knowingly, though Childe doesn’t notice or comprehend the meaning behind it.

The restaurant serves several dishes, all cooked by the same chef. Judging by the meals, you can tell they’re much more expensive than the meals you’ve had in the taverns of Mondstadt.

Am I getting a sense of déjà vu?

You shake your head gently and start eating before Childe notices that you haven’t touched anything at all.

The dinner isn’t ordinary, but it’s too much for you to label as extraordinary. The food is quaint—far from your liking but bearable. The dishes are so different from what you’ve always eaten, considering the vast difference between you and this realm. Still, you’ve learned to appreciate food, even when it isn’t the kind you’re used to.

Despite the differences, you find comfort in this world. It’s been years since you’ve dined with someone, almost too long that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to share a meal with someone other than them.

The night is still young, but you’re already in your chamber, reflecting on the events of the day. It’s true that you’ve brought harmony to Liyue, but you failed to bring serenity to the Yaksha.

You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, as if your vision can pierce through the roof. "Are you still hindering my plans by not including him?" Anger sparks inside you, but you get no answer. "How cruel of you."

It was inevitable. Fate has already been cast upon you. You’re a walking bomb—meant to cause chaos wherever you go. Among all the divines, you know better. But is it a sin to hope for at least a small change in destiny?

The rage turns to agony as you think back to the moment with the Adeptus.

Xiao chooses to leave you because he, too, is troubled by your statement.

You try to pull yourself back to the present. "Why won’t you at least listen for once?" you mumble, hoping Xiao will hear.

But he won’t. Not ever. Because he’s bound to honor the contract he made throughout his existence.

And you hate how it ended like this. But whose fault is it? You’re the reason he suffers in the first place.

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[aeliesa]

i cant let them go yet apparently

[aeliesa]

IN THE MIDST OF TRAGEDY

Synopsis: Your existence has never been put to question; everyone knows you're a traveler. No one pays much attention to the answers you give on trivial and common queries. However, there are those who are skeptical of your presence. To the Conqueror of Demons, you are something to be wary of— a bringer of chaos? Calamity? Perhaps a miracle? He himself can’t figure out a thing or two about you. You may appear as a harmless traveler, but there is still something about you that keeps his senses on guard.

Through the illuminating moonlight across the seven countries of Teyvat, in the country that lies in the east, you step foot, and it causes an uproar to the calm and collected Adeptus who does everything to honor the contract he made with the Geo Archon. By means of protecting the nation, the Vigilant Yaksha will deduce the walking enigma, but how? If he himself cannot put an end to his suffering?

• Relationship: Xiao x female reader • Content: Angst • previous chapter

six.

“I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh please, I hope it’s not as bad as I imagine.”

Childe chuckles, “Nah, it’s far from what you perceive, Traveler… in fact, it’s quite amusing how you set the other Harbingers on alert just by stepping inside our nation.”

You smile, but it isn’t to show a sign of arrogance or pride. “If that caused quite a scene, I apologize, Childe. It wasn’t my intention, to begin with.”

“Nah,” Childe laughs softly, as if he finds your reaction peculiar. “It’s really astounding that I’ve never seen the Balladeer—Scaramouche himself—be so determined in carrying out his task…” He stops and glances at your calm demeanor before flashing a smile. “Anyway, I deeply apologize if it was I who had to meet you halfway. Pulcinella and Scaramouche have been entrusted with a different matter, while La Signora is currently handling some important matters given by Tsaritsa herself. Therefore, I was entrusted with your safety throughout your duration in Liyue.”

Both of you walk toward the Harbor, which appears to be busy despite the start of the morning. The people of Liyue are quite alike those in different nations—they try their very best to live the best way they can, but they also have differences, which you find amusing. Each nation embodies a trait that can be recognized through their actions.

The structure of Liyue Harbor is fascinating, quaint if you were to describe it. The city screams prosperity, more than it used to, and along with its amazing way of building such establishments, lies a beauty that can be so alluring that you might decide to stay in the mortal realm. Judging from the ships that are docked and the people who are busy exchanging conversations and dealing with business, you know that he has succeeded. In the sea of people before you, everyone has their own matters to settle, and it’s no exception for the kids who play and enjoy what Liyue has to offer.

Everyone appears to be at peace, and you know that what you did earlier caused so much calmness for them.

“It’s really okay, Childe. No need to stress over it. In fact, I’m delighted by the efforts all of you have shown for a traveler like me. I do also apologize that I drove away the men you sent and instead chose to come without their presence; it was my own request—spare them the consequences.”

“Oh, consequences? Do not fret, Traveler. I understand.” Childe hums. “Anyway, given the other Harbingers’ actions, not to mention how Her Majesty Tsaritsa is determined for your safety, I would hardly see you as an average traveler.”

“Ah,” you grin sweetly, causing confusion for the Harbinger. “You do have the right to be wary of me, given that you have no idea who I am, but I assure you that I am harmless.”

For the peace of myself, a suspicious Adeptus is enough for me to worry.

“You must have thought of me to be your enemy, I see…” At his tone of amusement, Childe turns to you with a different smile—it screams something you are so familiar with. “I’ll be honest, Traveler, I do not perceive you as an enemy. As a matter of fact, I think you’re a formidable opponent for some sparring. What do you think?”

You are sure that your jaw drops slightly at his statement. How far will Teyvat astound you? There’s the Adeptus who seems so devoted to fighting, and here stands in front of you a man who has the same enthusiasm for combat as Xiao. However, he shows far more excitement about fighting. Everything has its perks, but it’s not a question that you are surrounded by those who are attached to battles. Not that it should surprise you, as you are a walking nightmare for almost everyone.

“You’re probably another Harbinger who will soon be appointed…” Childe leans toward you, to which you move your face backward. “Not a surprise, given how you seem to be different,” he finishes, moving his face away from you. “Anyway, I do hope you enjoy your stay here in Liyue. I’ve also prepared all your needs, so no need to worry about it. We shall discuss some important matters once we have reached our destination. But for now, allow yourself to enjoy what Liyue and my company have to offer.”

Despite the misunderstanding, you choose not to correct his incorrect assumption of you being another Harbinger. It’s better than being seen as a dangerous or mysterious traveler. Xiao’s perception of me is enough to be worried about.

“I wasn’t really expecting such a welcome, despite my desire to use what’s left of my mora. How can I refuse free stuff?” You grin at him, which he too does the same.

The two of you laugh at the sinister expressions you both make. For the moment, you feel quite different and at peace, that you can’t help but laugh at something so trivial. It’s a new occurrence, full of a warming sensation, where there’s no hint of negativity, to say the least. A feeling you wish everyone could feel for eternity, if possible.

“Aren’t you a traveler with culture?” Childe jests, which makes you laugh.

As you two saunter in the Harbor, Childe keeps you entertained, and for a moment, you’re thankful for how you are lost in his presence. You somehow feel what it’s like to be mortal—free from the burdens you’ve endured for years, only to enjoy the blissfulness of the present.

Mortals and their ways.

The two of you make your way to the Feiyun Slope, a part of Liyue Harbor that you find to possess a carefree atmosphere for everyone you almost lay your eyes on. The place allows you to see some sights of the overview of Liyue Harbor, but it isn’t baronial enough. Needless to say, it is a sight of beauty.

You two have arrived, and this seems to be where everything will be discussed, as per what Childe mentioned during your stroll. Childe opens the door, and you enter before him. The interior resembles what an establishment would look like in Liyue, but somehow screams formality and decency—things that a Fatui never fails to acquire.

A man rushes toward your direction, and he’s the same man who had begged you earlier not to interfere with the battle that took place outside of Liyue Harbor. “Master Childe!” He’s agitated, which puts Childe's demeanor on guard, and so does yours.

“Aiden,” Childe calls to the man who is about to utter his message when the Harbinger turns to you. “Excuse me for a second.”

“Take your time,” you respond.

The two walk as far away as possible from you, and you just stand there waiting for them. You observe the surroundings. Fatui members are doing the tasks they’ve been entrusted with, and they seem heedless of your presence. Soon, it doesn’t take too long for Childe to walk straight in your direction.

“Welcome to the Northlander Bank, Traveler.” Childe’s demeanor is different from what he showed with you. It’s still bubbly, but the authority he shows affects the Fatui members around you.

By that, you know it’s time to be serious. “Thank you for accompanying me, Childe.”

Childe nods to acknowledge your statement. “It’s such a shame that I cannot be at your aid, as some urgent matter has come up and I need to carry it out. Henceforth, here is Nadia, who will answer all your requests.”

A woman appears a few steps away from Childe and lowers herself to acknowledge your presence. “If you ever need something, please do not hesitate to ask, Ma’am.”

You nod and smile at her before turning back to the Harbinger. “It was a short meeting, but I enjoyed your accompaniment, Childe.”

Childe stares at you for a while before smiling. “I’ll be seeing you whenever I have the time.”

“I’ll be looking forward to that.”

Throughout the day, Nadia stays by your side like an assistant or butler, guarding you from doing something stupid. Knowing your nature of being hated for being watched, you hate it. But you know she’s doing her work, and you can’t bring yourself to be rude, considering the warm welcome they gave you. Even if they haven’t shown you the same way, you still respect their decision.

“Nadia…” you softly call.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She responds in a formal way.

“I would like for you to leave me alone and take your break elsewhere.”

She’s about to protest when you turn to the man Childe just called, Andrei. “I appreciate that you’re being responsible for what Childe entrusted you with. However, I am not a child nor a clumsy traveler, and I also wish to tour Liyue Harbor by myself—to get a full grasp of it.”

She chooses not to go against your wish, but she’s quite reluctant. The same feeling Andrei felt earlier, Nadia is experiencing. She’s compelled, wanting to refuse, but your assurance puts them at ease. Regardless of the reluctance, she lets go of it.

“As you wish, Ma’am.”

In a snap, you’re alone, and you’re able to breathe freely. You just can’t help it when someone is guarding you; it feels like even the air you inhale could be seen. You feel suffocated and caged, unable to do the things you want, not to mention that it could harm Nadia or whoever is guarding you.

You’re so lost in your stroll, everything is so full of beauty that you lose yourself in it. Liyue seems to be looked after well by the Geo Archon, unlike Mondstadt, which screams freedom—a way of the Anemo Archon looking over them. It’s quaint how every Archon has their own way of ruling their nation.

The shade of the sun is yellow and orange, a mix of the two. You know the day will soon bid goodbye, and the tranquility you’ve spread through the light will be gone. It’s saddening, but everything is bound to end—a fact that you can’t neglect.

You’re enjoying your walk until you find yourself on a mountaintop that overlooks Liyue Harbor. There, you stand silently, staring at the setting sun. The view calms your thoughts. Everything is so busy, but the happiness they display is something you can’t comprehend. But you know, the minds who are lost in negativity will see a sight like this and have it eradicate even the smallest hint of pain they suffer.

You sit on the fine green grass and smell the air that is almost as pure as the peace you feel. At that moment, you know this will be your favorite spot in Liyue.

The placidity is too good to be true, to the point you can’t help but shed a tear. Who would have thought that a mere scenario would make you feel sad but also give a sense of beauty? Have you become more vulnerable during your stay in this realm? Or do you just long for something you know would take millennia to grasp?

It would be considered a miracle if the latter were to happen. How messed up everything is?

Despite the power of the view before you quenching the negativity you’ve just thought of, perhaps it would do the same for the man you’ve been watching for years?

You think about the conversation you had with the Yaksha and wonder if he would appear when you summon him, even if you’re not in harm. But there’s no indication of any form of danger if you would try.

So you do.

Taking a deep breath and calming yourself, you first feel the presence of those around your parameters. When you’re sure no one is around, you inhale the cool refreshing air and softly call out the Yaksha.

“Xiao,” you softly mutter, as if his name is a fragile thing that could shatter when pronounced by tarnished lips.

In a blink of an eye, you feel the presence of the man behind you. Just as you pictured, Xiao is always in a foul mood.

“You appeared,” you mutter without looking back at him.

The Adeptus scoffs, “I gave you the right to call out my name whenever you’re in harm, but it seems like you took it as some petty matter. Mortals do not know when to stop and continue to abuse what they see as something to be taken advantage of,” his voice is full of contempt, and he’s really not pleased with what you just did.

You chuckle and this time, turn your head to him. He’s staring at you with a dire expression. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Tired?” he scoffs as if it’s an insult to an Adeptus.

“The view is great, isn’t it?” you sigh and turn to what’s before you. “It speaks so much peace that anyone would take a pause and wonder if the pain they are enduring is greater than the peace and serenity that is bestowed before this view.”

Xiao stands behind you, listens to what you say, and ponders for a while. He isn’t staring at the view but at your figure, who at the same moment has lost herself in the serenity that surrounds the two of you. The Adeptus also notices how there are no traces of evil or mortals nearby, and he doesn’t know if it’s a coincidence or not.

“Mortals…” he sighs.

“You’re drowned in fighting that taking a moment of peace is impossible,” you say. “Why don’t you give yourself a break and enjoy what the moment gives?” You smile at his torpid demeanor.

“Are you fooling me, Traveler?!” he snarls. That makes you laugh.

“Just give yourself a break, won’t you?” you softly quip, almost like a whisper that pleases his ears. It’s a different tone, but he chooses to neglect it.

“Do demons stop for a while from causing destruction?” he asks sarcastically.

“No,” you reply.

“You have the answer,” he retaliates angrily. “I sure don’t have time for illogical matters, Traveler.”

“But I sure know that it would be best for yourself to at least let your guard down and devour the peace instead of evilness,” your expression is different from his. It’s calm and determined, whereas his is staid. “Evil won’t be lurking the same way you know, at least for now.”

In your sentence, Xiao’s mind becomes tangled. Like a lively color dropped in a colorless painting, altering the meaning of the picture. He feels like prey trapped in your web, struggling, but impossible to be freed.

“What are you implying?”

“I was the one who was responsible for the tranquility that Liyue has for now.”

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