Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Chapter 1409 The Request of the Son of Frostmoon

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In the Arena of the Holy Flame, in the House of Wearyness, in a simply furnished yet clean room.

A woman leaned against the headboard, her head adorned with a pair of warm, jade-like antlers, their slender yet upright branches making her appear even more ethereal and divine.

The slightly upturned ear tips are the signature elf ears, both lively and elegant.

Her slender figure couldn't conceal her dignified bearing; her brows held an innate grace that truly befitted the title of "Moon-Singing Envoy," a title that literally signifies lofty ambitions and extraordinary character.

(I feel he's comparable to Shen He...)

This is the leader of the Frostmoon Children, Lauma the Moon Singer, whom Mavika is about to meet.

At this moment, she was leaning weakly against the headboard, and a series of violent coughs came one after another, "cough cough... cough cough cough...".

Each cough caused his chest to rise and fall slightly, a sight that filled one's heart with sympathy, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Standing beside the bed was a woman with a solemn expression; she was none other than Frostmoon Priestess Anlos.

She clenched her fists tightly, looking at Lauma's almost "dying" appearance, her heart filled with unconcealable sorrow and worry.

"Lord Moon Wanderer, you are so weak, you really can't push yourself any further! Are you sure you want to see Lord Vulcan of Nata in such a hurry?"

"How about we wait until tomorrow during the day? If you continue like this, your health will collapse!"

Lauma slowly shook her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, concealing the weariness and pain in her eyes.

She struggled to sit up, forcing a faint, reassuring smile, and said in a weak but firm voice:

“It’s alright, Anlos, I can handle it. The weakness and pressure I’m experiencing right now is nothing compared to the grief and suffering that the Frostmoon Children have endured.”

"I can't fall down, and I can't let my personal reasons delay everyone's plans."

Upon hearing this, Anlos instantly conjured up the image of the Moon Goddess Kutar in her mind. Thinking of the Moon Goddess's tragic death and the destruction of her homeland, the grief in her heart surged into resentment. Her tone suddenly became agitated as she said bitterly:

"Lord Moon Singer, this is not your fault! Not at all! Lord Kutar's death, the suffering of the Frostmoon Child, were all the work of the Fools!"

"We should never have trusted these scheming guys in the first place; we were so stupid!"

Seeing Anlos's agitated state, as if she were about to crush the entire Fools with a single blow, Lauma couldn't help but cough twice, her breath growing weaker, yet she still patiently reminded him in a barely audible voice:

"That's not how it is... Anlos, calm down. It's not the entire Fools; the only one who did evil was Doctor Dottore. We can't put all the blame on the Fools..."

She paused slightly, caught her breath, and said softly:

“I know that Kutar’s death has plunged everyone into great anger and grief. I am just as heartbroken as you are. But now is not the time to investigate who is at fault or vent our anger.”

Lauma raised her hand and gently took Anlos's hand in hers.

"Moonlight connects you and me, and every one of the Frost Moon Children."

"The more panicked people are, the more we must not lose our composure, and the more we must unite."

Even though Lauma tried her best to soothe her, Anlos's frustration was still hard to calm down.

The moon goddess Kutar died tragically at the hands of Dottore; the homeland of the Frostmoon Children was destroyed, and their people were displaced and forced to live as dependents.

How can these incidents not make people think, how can they not feel wronged and indignant?

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice choked with sobs and resentment, but when she tried to speak, she couldn't hide her helplessness.

"But the Moon Goddess is dead, and we...we don't even have a home anymore. Are we just supposed to swallow our anger like this?"

Before Anlos could finish speaking, the door to the room was gently pushed open, and Mavica walked in with Shao Yun, interrupting their conversation.

"I've arrived. I apologize for disturbing you. May I ask if this is the leader of the Frostmoon Children, Lord Moon Singer? How is your recovery going?"

When Lauma saw that the Fire God of Nata had come in person, she raised her hand and waved to Anlos, signaling her to leave for the time being. Although Anlos was unwilling, she dared not disobey the Moon Chanter's order, and quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

After Anlos left, Lauma couldn't help but cough twice, "cough cough..."

Immediately afterwards, she forced herself to sit up slightly, deliberately putting on an appearance that was harmless and that she had already recovered.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Vulcan. I'm fine. After waking up, I've recovered somewhat. At least I can sit up steadily now, which doesn't affect our conversation."

Mavica's gaze swept across her face, and she already knew that she was putting on a brave face, but she didn't point it out.

Everyone has their own sense of dignity, especially a leader of a tribe.

Mavica disliked beating around the bush, so she skipped all pleasantries and went straight to the point:

"Alright, since you're unharmed, I'll get straight to the point. I'd like to ask you why you're in such a hurry to see me?"

Lauma took a deep breath, trying to make herself appear appropriate, and set the tone for her request.

"First of all, I must apologize to Miss Vulcan and make it clear that I cannot represent all the Nordcalai; I can only represent the Frostmoon Children."

"The request I am about to make represents only the wishes of the Son of Frostmoon and cannot represent the wishes of the other Nordkalians. Please understand?"

Upon hearing this, Mavica remained expressionless, nodded slightly, and spoke in her usual cheerful tone.

“Sure, no problem. Just tell me what kind of help your Frostmoon Children tribe needs. As long as Nata can do it, he will certainly not refuse.”

But deep down, she couldn't help but complain to herself: Good heavens, isn't this Nordkare a bit too disorganized? There isn't even a unified person in charge.

Even if Nata has six tribes, at least she, the Goddess of Fire, leads the overall situation and unites them as one. Unlike this disorganized mess.

Seeing that Mavica had agreed, Lauma stopped beating around the bush and laid out her demands in detail.

"Nordekale is the homeland where we, the Children of Frostmoon, have lived for generations. No matter how slim the hope, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, we want to return to our homeland one day."

"But before that, before the crisis is completely over and we are able to return, I hope your country can provide the Children of Frostmoon with a fixed area for us to settle down and live temporarily."

Fearing that Mavica might misunderstand, she quickly added, "Please rest assured, Miss Vulcan, we would never trouble the people of Nata without good reason."

"When this crisis ends and we return to our homeland, we will definitely pay the rent on time and will not owe your country a single penny."

Upon hearing that the Son of Frostmoon wanted to "rent" a piece of land in Nata to live temporarily, Mavica's expression immediately became somewhat awkward.

"You don't need to worry about the money at all. We will pursue this debt with the Zhidong official team later. It's not your place to bear the responsibility."

"Mainly, I think I understand your demands—you don't want to be separated and resettled; you want the whole tribe to stay together, right?"

Lauma nodded, tacitly agreeing with Mavica's statement.

Mavica gave an awkward smile and said meaningfully, "This request is a bit troublesome. As you should know, all the tribes in Nata are doing their best to settle you refugees, and manpower and resources are in short supply."

"Your safety and survival should be the top priority in everything. As for whether or not to gather together, shouldn't we make a slight compromise?"

The implication of this statement is that we, Nata, have gone to great lengths to settle you down, working ourselves to the bone to ensure you have food and a place to stay. How dare you be so picky and make such demanding requests?

Lauma naturally understood Mavica's unspoken meaning. She knew better than anyone how difficult this request was for Nata, but she was also helpless, all for the sake of the Frostmoon Children tribe, which was already on the verge of collapse.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Vulcan, I know this request has indeed put you in a difficult position."

"But I had no choice. The death of the moon goddess Kutar brought unspeakable pain and devastation to every one of us, the Children of Frostmoon."

As she said this, her voice trembled slightly, her tone full of pleading:

“If the tribe members are separated during this most difficult and vulnerable time, then the Frostmoon Children will truly fall apart and never be able to reunite…”

"I cannot stand by and watch the children of Frostmoon be destroyed in my hands."

Looking at Lauma's pleading voice, Mavica felt a pang of pity, but reason constantly reminded her that she could not easily agree to this request.

She frowned, her lips moved, and she pondered repeatedly how to politely refuse.

After all, Lauma's situation was indeed pitiful, but the request she made was far too difficult.

You have to understand that demanding a fixed area to settle down right from the start is not a simple resettlement issue; it involves Nata's sovereignty!

If we readily agree to the Son of Frostmoon's request, and other refugees follow suit, wouldn't the order in Nata be completely thrown into chaos?

This is absolutely unacceptable; we must not set this precedent!

Mavica opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to phrase it, and could only mutter repeatedly in a troubled tone, "This...this...this is really difficult to handle!"

Just as Mavica was caught in a dilemma, unsure how to refuse Lauma, and repeatedly muttering "This...this is really difficult," Shao Yun, who had been silently listening from the sidelines, had the clearest mind as an outsider.

After a moment's thought, he immediately came up with a perfect idea and spoke up at the right time, breaking the deadlock in the room.

“Mavika, I have a suggestion. How about we arrange for them to stay at the top of the quarry?”