Xianyun, this rare tsundere from Liyue, must be protected well—after all, there aren't many like her in all of Liyue.
Actually, tsunderes aren't common in other nations either; somehow, all the tsunderes have concentrated in Mondstadt.
Of course, regarding the tsundere thing, Mondstadters including Signora all refuse to admit it.
"Alright then, I'll go prepare the fireworks first." Yoimiya waved her hand and left.
"Then I'll go prepare the music too." Venti also waved his hand.
But as they watched Venti leave, a trace of doubt rose in everyone's hearts—he... when did he arrive?
Venti had been slacking off the whole time before, following Lucian everywhere, but he had never appeared; he had just been secretly watching.
This led to neither side noticing where he was; he only suddenly appeared after the incident was resolved, and no one knew when he had come.
Aside from these foreigners and a few Sumeru locals, everyone else crowded around Nahida, celebrating for her.
These scenes hadn't escaped Charlotte's lens; they were all captured by her, the 'Memory' Emanator.
And under her lens, the protagonist being filmed at this moment shifted from the crowd to Nahida.
"Open your eyes." Lucian's voice reached Nahida's ears.
Nahida opened her eyes, and before her was the crowd celebrating for her; everyone was happy that she was free.
She had long sensed the gazes and heard everyone's voices, but the instant she opened her eyes and saw it, tears still welled up.
Seated on the flower cart, Nahida stared blankly at the scene before her—it was just like in her dreams, a beautiful dream.
Not long ago, she had wondered when her dream could come true; she hadn't expected this day to arrive so quickly.
The flower cart jostled along, Nahida with eyes open, people circling her joyfully.
Lucian quite liked this atmosphere, but he had no intention of joining in, so he also slipped over to the 'foreigners' side to watch from afar.
Cyno said softly to Lucian, "Thank you."
This time, he didn't say any puns; his tone was also very serious.
Lucian had just said no need to thank him and hadn't said two more sentences when a streak of fireworks exploded in the night sky.
It was truly thunder from a clear sky, instantly drawing everyone's attention; all gazes turned to the night sky, where the moon hung high.
Numerous stars orbited the moon; its light wasn't as piercing as the sun's, but its glow was just right to cradle everyone into sleep.
At the same time, it was the light in this long night's darkness that allowed people to see things clearly.
One blossom after another of fireworks burst in the sky, their brilliant colors illuminating everyone's faces; Charlotte frantically snapped photos.
Charlotte: "What a nice plan—sigh, I still haven't treated to that meal, and now I owe even more."
She had learned the detailed plan from Lucian, so she shifted her lens to an empty spot.
This place was empty, but soon, with the burst of fireworks, Nilou descended from the night sky 'from the fireworks.'
She wore a long skirt, shimmering with seven-colored light under the fireworks' glow, as if she had draped a cluster of flowers over herself.
After Nilou landed, a burst of music rang out—it was the piece composed by Lucian and Venti together, perfectly suited to celebrate this moment.
Nilou danced to the music; the fireworks faded quickly, and the light spots on her body vanished with them.
In their place was moonlight sprinkling over her, making her long skirt emit a soft glow, like a giant firefly.
The crowd watched Nilou's dance steps in rapt enchantment; the music's presence was just right—if not paying special attention, one might not even notice it.
At this moment, was Nilou the protagonist? No.
Nilou danced and moved, coming before Nahida and extending her hand.
Nahida placed her hand in Nilou's; Nilou gave a slight pull, drawing Nahida into her embrace, spinning, and dancing.
Nilou was extremely nervous at this time; she had told Lucian that doing this would work, but would this be disrespectful?
Not at all—Nahida laughed very happily; she was so small that under Nilou's lead, she was almost completing the dance moves in the air.
Fortunately, Nilou wasn't tall either, and with her shoes off, the two women's coordination actually had a subtle charm.
With Nilou's guidance, Nahida was gradually drawn into the crowd.
In Charlotte's lens was the joyful crowd and the brilliant fireworks.
It was Nahida's smiling face and Nilou's slightly nervous yet sincere smile.
All of this was recorded by the lens, becoming an eternal memory.
In the lens, there was also Itto; he too was dancing clumsily, whereas Navia at his side danced with exquisite grace.
It seemed that in dancing, Itto had failed to surpass Navia too—total defeat.
Venti laughed: "Freedom and music—truly a perfect match."
Outside the crowd, in an unnoticed corner, Venti strummed his strings and sighed.
Buer, you've finally learned to resist—this is also an important lesson in becoming a god.
On the other side, Lumine and Lucian sat together watching the revelry.
Lumine asked curiously, "You're not going to join?"
Actually, based on Lumine's understanding of Lucian, he should quite like participating in such occasions.
Normally, gatherings were always brought up and organized by Lucian—the party immortal, already the social glue for everyone; calling him indispensable wouldn't be an overstatement.
Lucian shook his head: "Too many strangers; I can't let loose."
There were indeed quite a few strangers among the people who came this time; Lumine just hadn't expected that Lucian actually had some social anxiety.
How strange—before, when meeting everyone for the first time, she hadn't seen him have social anxiety at all?
How would she know that to Lucian, everyone was an 'old friend,' but those adventurers and Sumeru locals were truly unfamiliar to him.
After all, he wasn't Mona; he couldn't divine someone's entire life with one astrology reading.
Lumine said no more; she had participated, retreating only after Nahida was 'abducted' by Nilou.
Since neither planned to join the fun anymore, they might as well chat.
But the Lucian beside her had no desire to chat; he took a few photos and sent them to FuFu, praising the event's splendor to Furina.
FuFu watched enviously; unfortunately, her fame was a bit too great, unlike other gods who had such freedom—she couldn't 'join the celebration.'
Sneaking to Lucian's house normally was fine, since there were no outsiders, but for big news like this, if she went, it would cause a stir.
Even the other few gods who came had kept a low profile; aside from acquaintances, no one had noticed them—except for Ei.
Low profile? What's that? If there's an opinion, ask my Dreams One Heart.
Regrettably, FuFu didn't have such strong 'hiding abilities'; she was like a little peacock—definitely to be spotted.
So FuFu could only express her longing to be there in person without restraint in the chat.
Helpless, Lucian could only indulge her a bit—might as well bring her along.
Anyway, now that the incident was resolved, everyone's attention was on the celebration; as long as FuFu didn't get too close, she shouldn't be discovered.
Of course, disguise was still necessary.
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Character Voice Line · Venti: About Resistance
"This is an important lesson in becoming a god, Focalors."