Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 213 Lost Memories

The sudden reconciliation of the God-King's Legacy on the eve of the rainforest-desert conflict, the vanished leader of the Ahmar's Beard, Kusela, and the unexpected defection in front of the God-Making Workshop.

A series of previously puzzling events were finally resolved the moment "Mishal's" mask was removed.

“Since arriving in Sumeru City, I have been secretly purging the entire remnant of the God-King, as requested by that mysterious person, while pretending to obey Azar to gain his trust.”

"In my memory, the 'Little Lucky Grass King' gave me several instructions, but..."

Kucera hesitated for a moment, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought, seemingly pondering something.

Since that upheaval that shook the entire Sumeru region, my memories of the past few years have gradually become increasingly blurred.

At first, it was like being shrouded in a layer of mist, but later it felt like a different world.

The characters' faces became increasingly blurry, and some details became unclear. The man in black never appeared again.

It was like a dream, but some scenes left a lingering sense of unease in his heart.

Were those orders really issued by the Little Lucky Grass King himself? Or did he overlook something?

His subconscious told him that there seemed to be another person in his memory, and there should be another person.

As Kusela revealed the anomaly, a look of astonishment appeared on Dixia's face.

Vague memories, and a hazy, abrupt feeling within them, suddenly brought to mind the conversation at the Lambad tavern.

"...As for later, I followed...followed Senior Falushan to Sumeru City..."

She was now certain that, at that moment, the first name she wanted to say was not Senior Farusan.

Martial artists have a good understanding of their own physical condition. For mercenaries, memories may lie, but the physical memories formed over a long period of time will never be confused.

This means that in her memory, there should be another person, a "person who does not exist".

Dixia glanced at Dina Zede beside her, whose face was filled with the same astonishment as hers.

Also, the young lady's nightmare that lasted for five years, the blurry figure in that dream.

Now it seems that it was more than just a dream.

Dina Zede and Dixia's eyes met in mid-air, and they saw the same thought in each other's eyes.

The black-clad man who disappeared from Kusera's memory, the indistinct figure in Dinazede's dream, and the third person besides senior Farusan who returned to Sumeru in Desia's memory.

This is too much of a coincidence: the lack of memory and the strangeness, the non-existent third person.

“Miss, we should confirm our thoughts.”

Dixia broke the silence by speaking first, and the mercenaries all looked confused, except for Kusera, who had a serious expression, and the girl who looked thoughtful.

If they're not mistaken.

"Be careful, Dixia, and Miss Dina Zede. I'll be in the Sand Gathering Hall if needed."

Kusela stood up, put on the human skin mask, and transformed back into "Mishal," the leader of the thirty-man group.

It's also time to deal with the trouble caused by his brothers to prevent it from having a worse impact.

Dixia paused for a moment without turning around. Dina Zede gently tugged at her arm, a smile playing on her lips.

Although it went through many twists and turns and misunderstandings, it was at least an unexpected yet perfect ending.

Of course, the mercenaries who have to spend some time in the Disciplinary Headquarters to compensate for their losses may not have such a pleasant experience.

"...Thanks, Dad."

The mercenary girl said something softly and went out the door.

There will be no more evil dragons. This victory belongs to you, and I will be proud of you.

……

On the other side, in Sumeru City, at the Order of the Church.

"Alright, as I said, I will consider the invitation from the Shahavara Academy, but let's not talk about switching schools."

At the entrance of the highest academic institution in Sumeru, a girl with sky-blue twin ponytails stood with her arms crossed, her mature tone revealing a hint of unquestionable authority.

Farusan is an expert in ancient scripts and mechanical arts at the Order of the Monarchy, and a senior scholar who has spent a century in the Red King's Tomb.

The female scholar in front of the girl scratched her head, seemingly trying to say something to win over this stubborn senior.

"Hi, senior Farusan, you are here..."

The girl with short, light green hair waved from afar, and a rare smile appeared on Farusan's face.

"Hey, isn't this little Cole? Come here!"

The scholar sighed; it seemed that the talks were not going to happen today.

So, she wisely took her leave and returned to the Wise Ones to report back to the Wise Ones.

Upon approaching, Cole glanced at the departing scholar and awkwardly wrung his hands.

"Excuse me, Senior Farusan, I just... I didn't notice you had a guest."

Farusan waved her hand dismissively, rubbing her forehead in exasperation, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"Don't even mention it. Those scholars from the Wonderful Theory School are more clingy than dates and honey. They came five times in three days. Little Cole helped me out of a predicament this time."

As she spoke, Farusan suddenly put on an eager expression and winked at Cole.

"Hey, little Cole, are you really not going to consider interning under a senior for a while?"

"I'll talk to that kid Tinari."

The girl with light green hair shrank back timidly. Senior Farusan was still so enthusiastic.

"No, thank you for your kindness, senior. My master asked me to deliver samples this time."

Although the girl's rejection was expected, Farusian still couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

"Alright, alright, go on your way, be careful on the road."

"Okay, I'll be going now. Goodbye, senior. Please come visit Daocheng Forest next time!"

Cole smiled sweetly, turned and left. Farusan shook her head, watching the girl's figure disappear into the Church House.

These days, there aren't many polite little kids like Cole; the little girl in the Zubair Theater is one of them.

It's a pity she's not in the Order of the Teachings, otherwise I would definitely take her under my wing.

Ah, if only Cole could come, then she would be her second disciple...

Farusian was slightly taken aback. The second one?

Why... what would she think? She hasn't taken on any disciples since she woke up.

Perhaps it's because I've had too many troubles lately; my energy is starting to wane. That's just how it is when you get older.

The girl sighed deeply, turned around, and walked out of the Order of the Church.

I have to teach a literacy lesson to the little ones in Port Omos this afternoon, so I can't be late.

……

P.S.: Happy birthday, kitty!