Her wine-red short hair and the purple headscarf adorned with a thorned coronet made her look like a red rose—beautiful yet spiked, meant only to be admired from afar. The modified nun's uniform was quite form-fitting, displaying Rosaria's alluring figure without reservation.
Her long, shapely thighs were encased in purple fishnet stockings, adding a unique charm.
Rosaria carried an air of mystery. Her gait was light yet powerful, like a cat darting through the night sky, or a cat basking lazily yet elegantly in the afternoon sun.
As the Executioner Nun known as the Thorned Crown, she often navigated the dark underbelly of Mondstadt, making her senses extremely sharp. Fischl's gaze following her felt like a bright lamp in the darkness.
Rosaria frowned slightly. If she hadn't researched Fischl's personality beforehand, she might have mistaken her for one of those lecherous ruffians. However, being watched like that made her quite uncomfortable.
A person who walks in the shadows doesn't need much attention; that was the philosophy she always upheld.
"Rosaria!"
"What?" Fischl asked in surprise. The nun in front of her had suddenly spoken, interrupting her admiration for the fine figure before her.
"My name is Rosaria!"
Rosaria's voice, laced with a hint of languor within its coolness, successfully diverted Fischl's attention.
"Oh, oh, hello Miss Rosaria, my name is Fischl." Fischl quickly introduced herself. Facing this sister with such a powerful aura, she didn't use her usual grand, chuunibyou tone to introduce herself.
Perhaps out of respect for the solemnity of the Church, Fischl lacked confidence, and her voice was barely audible, like that of a shy little girl.
Although Rosaria appeared difficult to approach, she had mastered a whole set of conversational tactics from frequently dealing with people in the shadows. In just a few words, she had completely figured out Fischl's entire background.
After a brief exchange, realizing Rosaria wasn't as hard to get along with as imagined, Fischl became lively again, excitedly chatting with Rosaria about the marvelous experiences in Wolvendom.
Rosaria responded perfunctorily to Fischl's questions and chatter while leading her to search for Barbara.
This continued until Rosaria brought Fischl to a door.
Knock!
Knock, knock!
Barbara hurriedly put down the romance novel from Inazuma she was reading and hid it under her pillow. Such a romance story with suggestive content would be classified as forbidden literature in the Church.
Knock!
Knock, knock!
The knocking echoed in the quiet, empty corridor.
"Who is it?"
Barbara composed her expression to appear normal and calm, then slowly approached the door and asked cautiously.
A nun's room, being internal to the Church, generally did not receive visits from strangers. But there were always exceptions; Barbara had encountered nuns performing routine inspections and overzealous female fans who snuck in.
Moreover, this was Barbara's private dormitory; normally, no stranger would disturb her.
The outside fell silent for two seconds before a languid yet familiar voice called out:
"It's me, Rosaria."
"Okay, I'm coming right away," Barbara replied loudly.
She quickly tidied up the entire room to make it look cleaner and neater, then adjusted her clothes in the dressing mirror, hurried to the door, and mumbled as she opened it:
"Sorry, I was too sleepy last night."
Rosaria nodded, then stepped aside to reveal Fischl standing behind her.
Under Barbara's wide-eyed, surprised gaze, Fischl greeted the Healing Nun alongside Oz:
"O, Pure Maiden of White, the day and night are but illusions; the bonds of fate have once again brought thee into the eternal night of my domain."
Oz: "My lady means: 'Good morning, Miss Barbara. May the Anemo Archon protect you.'"
Barbara paused for a moment, instinctively replying, "Good morning, may the Anemo Archon protect you both."
Then she reacted, grabbing both their hands and pulling them into her room.
"Fischl! What are you doing here?"
Fischl covered her eyepatch and chuckled, "Oh, hehe ha ha, I heard the murmurings of fate whispering my esteemed name..."
Oz: "Miss Rosaria brought my lady and me in."
Barbara sighed helplessly, putting a hand to her forehead, "Sister Rosaria, you are too reckless. If Sister Victoria finds out, you'll be reprimanded for a long time.'"
Rosaria turned away and did not answer.
Although she worried inwardly about being scolded by Sister Victoria, Barbara was still extremely happy about Fischl's visit.
This was the first time a friend from outside the Church had come to visit her.
"Barbara, how is your body recovering?"
Barbara chuckled, her eyes curving like crescent moons, "Fischl, you forgot, I am the Church's Healing Nun. My body recovered long ago.'"
"That's good... Barbara, I actually came today because I have a question and wanted to ask for your opinion?"
"How should we handle this five-star artifact?"
Hearing Fischl's question, Barbara also fell into distress. After hesitating for a long time, she spoke:
"Actually, I haven't figured out how to handle it either. Why don't we return it to Mr. Arkz?"
"We haven't known Mr. Arkz for long; such a precious gift is truly... too valuable.'"
At this moment, Rosaria stepped forward, as if clad in holy light, and said, "Since neither of you can make up your minds, why not listen to my opinion? As the saying goes, the bystander sees clearly when the participant is confused. However, before that, you must tell me the entire sequence of events in detail so I can make the correct judgment.'"
Fischl and Barbara exchanged a look and nodded.
"Okay!"
After listening to the two recount the entire process of the Wolvendom incident in detail, Rosaria secretly showed a 'Plan Complete' expression in her heart.
..."So that's how it is, this is the whole story?"
"It really is... a marvelous experience.'"
Fischl held her head high proudly, like a proud little golden retriever, saying smugly, "Even the mighty North Wind Wolf has to cry out in submission before the three of us!"
A confident smile bloomed on Barbara's face, and she didn't refute Fischl's words.
Rosaria fell into contemplation. The story's progression was somewhat different from what she had deduced. While Arkz was certainly the main force in the trial of the North Wind Wolf King, Fischl and Barbara were by no means dispensable burdens. On the contrary, they played indispensable roles in the trial.
Furthermore, compared to the trials recorded in the Church, the difficulty of this trial ranked among the highest. No wonder the reward this time was so generous.
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