Just as Dvalin finally managed to suppress that almost–breaking laugh and maintain his aura of a tragic, vengeance-driven demon dragon—
The guy below, who was still rubbing his knee, suddenly looked up and shouted at him:
"Hey! You laughed, didn't you?!
You definitely laughed just now! Don't think I didn't see your wing twitch!"
Dvalin: "!!!"
(His dragon wings instinctively folded in a bit.)
Before he could even figure out how to refute that, Yi Chen stroked his chin and sized him up from head to toe.
"And also—looking at how majestic and cool you are, the scales, the wings, this whole design…
You're the legendary East Wind Dragon, Dvalin, right?
Why are you attacking Mondstadt? Tearing down your own house for fun or something?"
Dvalin's massive pupils shrank violently!
He… he recognizes me?!
He actually knows I'm Dvalin?!
And he even said I'm… cool?!
An indescribable wave of bitterness and grievance surged up, almost bringing tears to the dragon's eyes.
Finally!
Finally someone remembered who he was!
For a moment, Dvalin almost wanted to dive straight down, grab this black-haired youth, and pour out all the pain, loneliness, and rage he had endured over hundreds of years.
"Boy! I am Dvalin!"
His deep voice trembled with excitement and sorrow as he prepared to begin his tragic monologue.
"Since you know my name, then you should know why I—"
"Oh! I get it!"
Yi Chen suddenly clapped his hands, wearing the enlightened expression of someone who had cracked the case.
"You sneaky bastard!
You're controlling the noble and mighty body of the East Wind Dragon Dvalin with some evil art, and using it to destroy Mondstadt!
Unforgivable!"
Dvalin: "???"
Controlling?! Body?!
I'm not! I didn't! Stop making things up!
Dvalin nearly spat out a mouthful of ancient dragon blood as he roared:
"I AM DVALIN HIMSELF!!!"
"I don't believe you."
Yi Chen replied instantly—firm, decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
In that short time, his shattered knee had already fully healed.
Anemo energy surged violently around his body as he slowly rose into the air, facing Dvalin from afar.
The weather itself responded to his emotions—clouds churned, thunder flickered faintly, and an overwhelming pressure filled the sky.
"Whoever you are, get the hell out of Dvalin's body right now!
Otherwise, don't blame me for getting rough!"
He assumed a combat stance, fully prepared to "vanquish evil" and rescue the "possessed" East Wind Dragon.
"I REALLY AM DVALIN!!!"
Dvalin felt utterly wronged.
In thousands of years of existence, he had never felt this suffocated!
This was like a scholar meeting a soldier—reason was useless!
All the tragic lines he had prepared were forcibly jammed back down his throat, to the point his scales almost exploded.
"Still lying?!"
Yi Chen became even more convinced that the opponent was a stubborn evil spirit.
He sighed in disappointment.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to lie?!"
The energy around him intensified—he was clearly charging a big move.
Feeling the terrifying elemental pressure radiating from Yi Chen, and seeing the Knights of Favonius standing ready below, Dvalin was overwhelmed by a sense of absurd exhaustion.
Why is dragon life so hard…
Barbatos!!! Look at the people you protected!!!
No—where the hell are you anyway, Barbatos?!
Back in the present, Yi Chen's Anemo energy roared like a tsunami, as if he might unleash a world-shaking attack at any second.
But beneath the appearance of hot-blooded righteousness—
His gaze was sharply locked onto the dark red crystals embedded along Dvalin's spine, radiating corruption and abyssal filth.
These crystals… this mind-corroding energy…
So it really is the Abyss Order.
Yi Chen understood instantly.
Of course he knew this was the real Dvalin.
That whole "you're possessed" act was deliberate—just to test whether Dvalin still retained reason and the ability to communicate.
Judging from the dragon's rage, embarrassment, and overwhelming grievance—
He was still himself.
Not yet reduced to a mindless puppet.
That meant the situation wasn't beyond saving.
The priority wasn't fighting Dvalin—it was finding those abyssal rats hiding in the shadows.
And then…
Giving each of them a loving, justice-filled "Demon Core Elbow Smash."
High above, Dvalin sensed the terrifying power Yi Chen was holding back and glanced at the fully mobilized Knights below.
Fatigue and sorrow flashed through his eyes.
With a long, bitter sigh, he beat his wings and decided to withdraw—for now.
Yi Chen quietly exhaled in relief and didn't pursue.
Forcing a fight wasn't the answer.
But after flying some distance, Dvalin's frustration came roaring back.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Barbatos was gone.
Mondstadt had forgotten him.
And now some random black-haired kid dared to point at him and say he was fake?!
Unacceptable!
He suddenly turned back, aimed at a remote area outside Mondstadt—where his senses detected no living presence—
And fired a highly compressed wind projectile straight at it!
Just to vent!
"SHOOOO—BOOOOM!!!"
Yi Chen, who was about to land, glanced over instinctively.
That single glance froze his blood solid.
That location was—
That location was?!
His pupils shrank to pinpoints.
"NO—!!!!"
"MY BRAND-NEW HOUSE!!!"
He screamed like a dying beast and transformed into a tearing green whirlwind, racing toward the explosion at ten times his previous speed.
When he arrived—
His beautiful villa was gone.
Nothing but ruins.
Yi Chen landed stiffly in the center of the wreckage, staring blankly.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
"This place…"
"…is hell."
When Jean and Kaeya rushed over after handling the city's aftermath, they found Yi Chen sitting in the ruins, utterly hollow-eyed, clutching a charred plank.
The air was suffocating.
Jean hurried forward.
"Yi Chen… are you okay?"
He slowly looked up.
"…Ah. You're here."
"Dvalin didn't attack Mondstadt willingly.
The Abyss Order used cursed crystals to manipulate him and amplify his pain."
With an emotionless flick of his finger, a shard of dark purple crystal floated over.
"Have Lisa trace the abyssal aura on this."
Jean didn't take it immediately.
She stared at Yi Chen's forced calm—clearly on the verge of collapse.
"Yi Chen… are you really alright?"
He shook his head gently.
"I'm fine."
"…I just don't have a home anymore."
Then, in the calmest tone imaginable, he said the most terrifying thing:
"I definitely won't track down every mastermind behind this and tear them limb from limb."
After that—
He fainted.
Jean caught him in time.
"Kaeya! Get Barbara! Now!"
Her voice trembled.
"I think… he got so angry he passed out!"
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