Warm yellow light seeped through the bathroom door crack. Amidst the swirling steam, the beautiful silhouette of a blonde shimmered faintly.
Jibril leaned on the soft sofa as humming sounds reached her ears.
"Beautiful isn't it? " There was no one else in the room so Jibril spoke directly to the system.
[Indeed, it is. What a shame you can't see it; it's all for someone else's benefit~]
"Kyaaah—!"
Paimon's scream suddenly erupted from the bathroom followed up by a burst of bell-like laughter.
Water splashed onto the floor, the splashing sounds making Jibril feel irritated.
...Besides you, the pervert, no one would feel it's a shame.
Jibril picked up the soda with ice balls next to her and drank it in one gulp.
"I've been in boarding school since I was young, all the way up until high school years. Then I went to a university. You have no idea how big the Sakura girl in my dorm was! What types have I not seen?"
[You definitely haven't seen any anime girl. But Of course, you, yourself count as well.]
'That's true....'
[Then what are you waiting for?]
Speaking of which, she'd been busy running around, fighting slimes and dragons... she hadn't had the chance yet... The Flügel's slender fingers twisted a few times as it passed through the strap, trying to untie the complicated clothing.
One minute passed... two minutes passed... Her cheeks gradually flushed, her movements became increasingly agitated, and in the end, she burned out.
Completely Burned out, as if only snow-white ashes remained.
"How do you untie this?"
[Oh~ it's easier to untie this from the back, isn't it? Why don't you try a little harder~] The system's voice was full of teasing.
"Then what do I do when I need to use the restroom? What if I want to change clothes?!"
[Ahem.. dear little chicken, as a Flügel, you don't need to use the restroom.] The system suddenly switched to a serious broadcast voice. [As for clothes... funds are tight recently, I'll buy you 'skins' later.]
[T/L: No clue if that's true bro...]
"Huh?"
The little bird's ear feathers bristled with anger.
How can one talk about saving Teyvat with such a dogshit system!
She lamented her misfortune and raged at the system's lack of ambition. She decided to go downstairs for some snacks.
"Lumine, I'm going to see what snacks they have!" The Flügel banged on the bathroom door twice and the playful sounds inside abruptly stopped.
"Okay... just come back quickly!"
Jibril slowly walked to the door, her golden crossed eyes shimmering slightly. The next second, ripples appeared in space and her figure had already appeared in the shadows of the lobby on the first floor.
Thanks to whoever created such a great technique.
Amen!
A few card players nearby seemed startled, but perhaps because of the alcohol, there was no fear on their faces.
"Oh~ this beautiful... hic! Excuse me, this beautiful lady?" A man dressed as a nobleman walked over from not far away, bowing drunkenly to her.
"What you just used... was that spatial warp drive technology powered by elements?"
"Uh... spatial what?" Jibril always felt that this term carried a familiar sci-fi feel.
"Spatial curvature technology, that's my... hic!... graduation project I'm researching!" The man suddenly became sad as he took another big gulp of wine. "My advisor said I was crazy and no one was interested in my paper except for an astrologist! Oh, Anemo Archon above..."
Jibril watched the weeping man, silently stepping back two paces, avoiding his extremely free wavy hair.
"Don't be sad, buddy. Think about it, there are so many students whose papers are stuck, some even commit suicide! But hey, at least you're still alive aren't you?"
The world kisses you with pain and you slap it back!
The man stared blankly at Jibril, feeling as if he had seen an angel.
"Thank you, beautiful... hic! Lady, I've figured it out..."
'That fast?!'
"Tomorrow I'll drop out of school and go home to inherit the family fortune... Sigh..."
Jibril: I hate rich people.
"Sister, want a drink? It's fucking delicious!"
Weren't you just heartbroken!? Keep being depressed, you bastard!
Suppressing the urge to physically sober him up with a punch, Jibril decided to just leave.
"...Hey! Angel's Share is amazing... and there's a Bard over there... you must go check him out!!!"
Ignoring the overly "free" man behind her, Jibril walked to the window and looked at the bar deep in the alley.
A... Bard?
[Ehe?]
Ignoring the system's inexplicable strange sound, the Flügel looked through the window as she looked over at Angel'sShare. Her eyes suddenly lit up.
Among a crowd of burly men brimming with alcohol, two masked individuals were so obvious that she immediately spotted them.
"Dear guest...?"
"Huh?" Jibril suddenly turned around just in time to see a young waitress.
"I happened to notice you over here... " the girl said timidly. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh... it's nothing! Help me send supper for two to room 67 and by the way... just say I'll be back soon!"
A few Mora dropped into the tray and the young waitress quickly bowed in thanks.
When she looked up again, only the cold window and her own reflection remained before her.
A few minutes later at Angel's Share.
Although the tavern looked quite old from the outside, once inside, one could hear a cacophony of shouts and songs.
Dmitry was not here for the first time.
[T/L: It's the Pyro Agent from chapter 12, the one who got his ass beaten by La Signora lol.]
Almost ever since La Signora had assigned him that task. He would come here every night with his subordinates to relax. Although he heard that the owner behind this tavern was a bad seed, born with a face that looked as if everyone owed him millions of mora and always messed with his work. But.. who would turn down some good wine?
"For the Tsaritsa!" Tossing Mora onto the table, the two walked up the stairs to the second floor of the tavern.
The bartender Charles never looked up and only sighing deeply after the two left.
The man lowered his head and said to the young man sitting against the counter in the shadows, diligently mixing drinks, "Master Diluc, those two Fatui's are here again."
The young man handed the mixed drink to Charles, elegantly folding his handkerchief, but did not answer his question.
"One... five... ha, they even gave me a tip." Charles smiled helplessly as he turned to get a glass. "I wonder who they're monitoring here..."
The tavern door opened again. After the crisp chime of wind chimes, a girl's pleasant voice rang out.
"Bartender, a glass of Apple Cider~"
Charles didn't turn around, the corners of his mouth, facing away from the girl, curved slightly. "That would be 1,200 Mora. Young lady, are you of age?"
"Of course I am! I'll just go find a spot first, keep up the hard work~"
It wasn't until the voice behind him disappeared that Charles looked down at Diluc beside him.
"I think I'm better again..."
"Charles, you pay for that drink for her." Diluc paused slightly and a few seconds later, smiled imperceptibly.
"But you really should take care of your health so that I'll fine you one less drink this weekend."
"Sigh..." Charles exaggeratedly sighed and then hummed a tune as he turned to collect the mora.
However, before he could fully turn his body, the man froze rigidly in place.
"Charles, what's wrong?"
"Master Diluc, it's a good thing you came..." Charles said with a wry smile, putting away mora as his eyes never left the figure who had just sat down in the distance.
"Tonight, it's going to be very lively..."