Free Web NovelChapter 378: Chapter 380: The Witch Who Cannot Cry
Genshin Impact: I’m The Envoy of Snezhnaya
Chapter 380: The Witch Who Cannot Cry
The Fair Lady was someone with extremely strong pride. She always carried herself with an air of superiority, even in front of her colleagues.
Only in the presence of the Tsaritsa would she restrain herself somewhat.
"Ask"?
A word like that coming from her mouth was rarer than Bai Luo inviting Tartaglia to dinner and actually paying for it himself.
But in this world, the only person who could make her set aside her pride and arrogance was probably Rostam.
After all, she had been willing to burn her own life away for him.
Mere pride meant nothing.
As long as he could return—even if it was just to see him once more—no matter the cost, she would accept it willingly.
The flames Rosalyne released were, in truth, more a result of agitation.
She believed Bai Luo—but not completely.
If someone really put in the effort, details about her and Rostam could be uncovered.
She suspected Bai Luo might be toying with her, yet she desperately wanted his words to be true.
Even if they were false... she wished they were real.
But the moment Bai Luo placed his hand on her forehead, her last trace of doubt disappeared.
The most intimate contact she had ever had with the knight she loved was their first meeting in the plaza.
As she sang, she noticed his tightly furrowed brows and instinctively reached out to smooth them.
That gesture was something only the two of them knew.
After that, they would often "coincidentally" meet in that same plaza.
She still remembered when she told him she was going to study at the Akademiya. Though the knight showed no outward reluctance, he had left behind his beloved sword in the plaza when she departed.
Facing such a forgetful knight, she didn’t feel anger—only a quiet joy.
Because she knew what that sword meant to him. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
For him to overlook something so dear proved that she already held a significant place in his heart.
That night, she slept while holding his sword.
Before she left, the knight appeared before her, face covered in stubble. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
She returned the sword he had forgotten, and in return, he gave her a water clock he had made himself.
"When the timer completes one cycle, it will be time for your return," he said.
In his life, he had only ever given two timepieces.
The first was an hourglass he gave in childhood to his dear friend, the Lion of Light. This was the second—and the last.
As they exchanged their items, she playfully squeezed his large hand.
Even through his armor, the knight known as "Wolf Pup" blushed awkwardly.
But when the timepiece finished its cycle and she returned home, the one who had given it to her had already become food for calamity.
The girl’s time ended then.
The Witch of Flames’ destruction began.
What flowed within the water clock was no longer the girl’s longing, but the years the witch offered to the flames.
Did Rosalyne cry?
Perhaps.
But what dampened her cheeks was not scalding tears.
It was the moisture left behind as ice melted.
Because five hundred years ago, she had already shed all her tears.
A witch who had burned herself away had no heart—and could not cry.
Clutching the iris that seemed fragile yet had crossed five hundred years to finally reach her hands, she helplessly sank to the ground.
Her loosened hair fell messily around her, and faint sobbing could be heard between the strands.
But no matter how she sobbed, not a single tear fell.
For the witch she had become, even crying was a luxury.
At this moment, she was no longer the fearsome Harbinger, The Fair Lady. Nor the terrifying Crimson Witch of Flames from the bards’ tales.
She was just the girl who had burned herself away and died five hundred years ago.
Bai Luo looked at Rosalyne’s unclothed form, then subconsciously glanced at Jianna, who was staring wide-eyed and gesturing something in front of her.
Forget it. Jianna’s clothes were too small, Rosalyne wouldn’t fit into them.
As for his own clothes? Even less likely.
Not because he was stingy.
His clothes were bound to his Class, they are essentially tied to him.
At close range, he might be able to lend them out temporarily, just like when he lent his dagger to Collei.
But if he went too far away, the clothes would automatically return to him.
And when that happened, Rosalyne would end up completely naked again.
If that really occurred, Bai Luo was certain she would chase him to the ends of the earth.
He pulled down the tablecloth from the table and draped it over Rosalyne.
"I’ll head back to Mondstadt first. If anything comes up, contact me."
Patting her smooth shoulder, Bai Luo spoke softly.
If he stayed, some interesting "misunderstandings" might occur, but he had no such intentions toward Rosalyne.
At a time like this, it was better to let her be alone.
"Stop staring. We’re going home."
He smacked Jianna on the head as she stood there wide-eyed, speaking in a tone of mild frustration.
Sure, it might be smaller than Rosalyne, but it’s not like you don’t have your own. Once you’re home, you’ll have plenty of time to look.
"O-oh! O-okay..."
Jianna responded, but as she followed behind Bai Luo, she kept turning back every few steps to look.
Only when Bai Luo grabbed the back of her collar and dragged her along did she finally stop.
He called over some trusted subordinates, instructing them to guard the room and not let anyone enter until the Fair Lady came out. Only then did he leave the ruins.
On the way, Jianna still looked absent-minded.
From time to time, she raised her hands in front of her chest, mimicking the motion of holding two watermelons, her face full of confusion.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally looked up at the Lord Harbinger in front of her.
"Lord Harbinger... carrying that much... ’weight’... doesn’t it get tiring?"
"..."
Jianna’s question made Bai Luo pause mid-step.
And she promptly bumped into his back again.
But compared to before, she had clearly learned—she immediately steadied her glasses and raised her lamp, alertly scanning the surroundings.
"So all that staring earlier... you were just thinking about that?"
Bai Luo looked at his "elite mob" little follower in disbelief.
He had thought the Fair Lady’s overwhelming charm could even captivate people of the same gender.
And yet, you were just wondering whether that thing was heavy?
Alright, my mistake. I shouldn’t have used such impure thoughts to judge your innocent mind.
I apologize.
"This is what people call the troubles of growing up. When you reach a certain stage, maybe you won’t be thinking about whether it’s tiring anymore. Instead, you might start wondering why your shoulders ache... or perhaps why you’re not as... well-endowed."
He casually ruffled the ear-like ornament on her head, speaking with a meaningful tone.
Jianna, meanwhile, clutched her head pitifully and sneaked a glance at the Harbinger.
"I don’t want to be that big anyway... it looks ugly."
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