Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 205 Return

Colorful ribbons fluttered in the air, flowers fell in abundance, and the colors of candy and children's laughter created a festive melody, unveiling the celebration in the sky above Sumeru City.

This year's celebration is particularly special compared to previous years' Flower Goddess Festivals because of the participation of a "big shot".

“My people of Mount Sumeru, I am so glad to have the opportunity to meet you again.”

A deity with waist-length white hair gently surveyed the crowded people in the Grand Bazaar, his gaze filled with tender love.

The return of the wise god of wisdom—the Great Tree King—delivered a fatal blow to the blasphemous sages.

Nasita was the purest branch of the World Tree that she herself broke off, and also the successor she personally chose.

She believed she would do well until the little grass god became a god different from her, surpassing her.

We all dwell beneath the tree of wisdom, attempting to read the world, transforming into white birds, and climbing to the branches.

The broken branches will one day grow into new towering trees, sheltering all living things.

The sages' unwarranted arrogance and their imprisonment for five hundred years greatly disappointed and angered the wise gods.

The sentence of exile to Dao Chenglin has been handed down; this decision was made personally by Nasita.

Otherwise, the sages would likely face a far more difficult ending.

The gods who actually participated in the war between demons and gods have only had their edges worn down by time and responsibility. This does not mean that they are also benevolent towards their enemies.

The fact that the World Tree didn't erase these guys a thousand or eight hundred times is already a merciful punishment.

However, she believed that the plants and spirit beasts in Daocheng Forest would take good care of these special prisoners.

The Great Compassion Tree King smiled and quietly stepped back, giving the stage to today's protagonist.

Hmm... Nasita did a great job, it's time for her to enjoy her retirement.

But before that, there's one last thing to deal with, something... outside the story.

"Then... let's celebrate the birth of the god together for the rest of the time!"

The cheers of the crowd surged forth. With the return of the Great Compassion Tree King, the dream of Mount Sumeru also returned.

In dreams, the newborn deity is like a little gardener, silently guarding each dream in every peaceful night until they blossom and bear fruit.

She descends at nightfall and departs quietly as the first rays of dawn break, leaving behind only a blurry silhouette and dreams that roll on the ground or float in the air in the darkness.

Even after five hundred years of solitude and loneliness, in the desolate Jingshan Palace, no one cared about her dreams.

The float bounced and swayed, and Naxi Da opened her eyes.

She said she had just had a dream that it was Naxida's birthday, which is today.

In her dream, the Flower Knight and his attendants discovered her.

"Gods, everyone is eager to meet you."

The Flower Goddess Festival has begun, and everyone is happily circling around her.

It wasn't until Nasida got on the float and waved goodbye to everyone that the ceremony ended.

Will the dream of a bird falling from the sky, buried in the earth with its mud-covered feathers, ever come true?

To the tune of "The Great Dream," the crowd cheered the name of the Little Lucky Grass King and escorted the deity onto the float.

Whether it's guilt or pain, let it remain in last night's dream.

The sun has risen; it is the birthday of the gods, the Flower Goddess Festival that belongs to the entire city of Sumeru.

“Miss, although your Demon Scale disease has been cured, it is still best to avoid strenuous exercise.”

In the crowd, Dixia reached out and grabbed Dinazedai, who was being pushed forward by the throng, her face full of helplessness.

That young lady is really something; apart from... I'm afraid no one can control her.

Dixia was momentarily dazed, her eyes revealing an incredulous blankness and astonishment.

Who was she trying to talk about...?

The mercenary girl tried hard to search her memories, but she could no longer find the feeling that had just slipped out of her mouth.

Perhaps... she meant Uncle Shazaman.

Dixia sighed. It seemed that the many changes in the past two days had weakened her spirits.

After all, who could have imagined that the sages of the Order of the Fathers would have such audacity as to imprison a god and even attempt to create one?

But she had a vague feeling that such thoughts were just self-comfort.

Deep within her heart, she could always hear a faint but very firm voice saying:

No, that's not how it works.

"Desia? Desia? What's wrong?"

Her employer's call and the waving hand brought Dixia back to her senses. She snapped back to reality, scratched the back of her head sheepishly, and replied with a smile:

"I'm sorry, miss. I probably drank a bit too much last night, so I'm feeling a little tired today."

However, Dina Zede was taken aback by Dixia's subconscious evasion, and then let out a soft "hmm" in confusion:

"Drinking? I remember... Dixia was with me last night, she didn't go out drinking?"

"Could it be... that you sneaked out last night!"

At this point, a hint of suspicion appeared in the young lady's eyes. Could it be that her bodyguard was hiding something from her?

Cold sweat broke out on Dixia's forehead. The excuse she had just made seemed to have come out without any thought, and now it seemed too late to make amends.

But...did she really not drink last night?

"Hahahaha... How could that be, Miss..."

Dixia's hesitant answer did not satisfy Dina Zede. The girl waved her fist and gave a threatening look.

"If this happens again, I'll probably dock your pay!"

Honestly, I told her to drink less alcohol.

This time, Dina Zede was also suddenly stunned. Who was she just about to talk about?

Thinking of this, she recalled another strange thing, something she had just discovered this morning.

"Dishia, has Father told you what the basement we're building is for?"

The mercenary girl pondered for a moment, then shrugged.

"The basement? Uncle Shazaman probably intended to use it to store goods, not to imprison people, right?"

"After all, the caravans have been carrying a lot of goods lately, so it's understandable that the warehouses can't hold them all."

Dina Zede nodded as if she understood, "Perhaps, it can't be used to imprison people."

It's not a big deal. I can just go back and ask my father. At worst, I can just fill it out again.

"Oh dear, time's almost up! We still have to go see Nel's performance!"

The girl looked up at the clock on the nearby wall, exclaimed in surprise, and grabbed Dixia as they hurriedly ran towards the Zubair Theater.

"Hey, miss, slow down!"

"If you slow down any further, you won't get a good spot!"

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