Chapter 8
"Excellent work as always, Hana."
"It is a pleasure for me to have served you well, Michael-sama." My enchanted Unohana Retsu look-alike servant curtsied as she vanished back to the Demiplane through a portal. Her healing magic had done the trick with fully restoring the health of Razor, Xiangling, and the wolves. The wolves were very happy for me lending them aid as I understood their tongue, thanks to one of the abilities that Sun Wukong's template had granted me. I also think Creature Defense is at play, but it seemed to only prevent them from straight up attacking me while my deed to help was the push to have them be hospitable with me.
As for the two recent additions to my retinue, I made sure that Razor and Xiangling were healed up and prepared to tell me their whole story before I tackled whatever was causing all this nonsense. By the by, Razor was a girl in this world, so I was treated to a lovely view of her abs. I made a promise to myself to get very acquainted with them once things have died down. But my fixation of Razor's abs aside, I couldn't help but feel so much understandable frustration with the way things panned out.
So, from the tale that Xiangling and Razor described to me, they accidentally crossed paths when hunting the same boar. The people of Springvale have been dealing with a shortage of boars thanks to the recent "wolf" attacks and the wolves of Wolvendom suffering from a shortage of boar meat due to the rifthound attacks. Noticing the suffering of Razor's wolf friends and the false enmity they were getting from the town, Xiangling offered to help her in the investigation.
They've been doing a successful job of investigating the lands that have been hounded by the suspected "wolves" and when they couldn't find any more clues on the outside, they decided to venture deeper into the thick brush of Wolvendom. All to seek council from Andrius Lupus, the Northern Wind of Mondstadt, regarding these concerning attacks.
That is until they were ambushed by…the Abyss Order. Except they described the ringleader that faced them just as they approached Lupus' dais as a different member of the order. Xiangling described them as very tall and menacing while Razor's only description was "Powerful".
Getting an inkling of what they might have faced, I pulled out my phone and pulled up an image from the Genshin Impact wiki to show to them.
"Yeah…yeah! That's them! That's the jerk that had sent us packing!"
"How…is their…picture…in…small box?" Razor grunted, sniffed, and tapped my phone in curiosity.
"Well, that clears things up." Looks like the Archon Quest from the fourth act of Chapter 1 is moving along early. "What you two just faced was an Abyss Herald from the Abyss Order. They're part of the elite moo-soldiers that oversee the operations of the Abyss Mages." I held my tongue by mentioning the "Princess" that they served since Kaeya had yet to come across that info yet. Don't want to accidentally leak any potential rumors of Aether's sister leading the Abyss Order around. "Judging by how cold it is, you likely faced one that used the Cryo element, yeah?"
"Yup! You're right on point, Mr. Uh…" Xiangling trailed off.
"Michael. Call me, Michael."
"Then you can call me, Xiangling and this right here-!"
"Hey…!" Razor grunted as Xiangling hooked an arm around her neck.
"-is Razor! She doesn't speak a lot, but we've been making great strides! She even promised to be my assistant for when I make all the wolves of Wolvendom a great feast from all the boar meat we collected!" Xiangling happily declared much to Razor's embarrassment.
"…Least…can do…" Razor blushed.
Aw…
I chuckled, well, I'm glad that this deviation from their canon meet up with the Traveler still brought them happiness. Though this did bring into question how to handle that ancient Cryo Regisvine that was a boss in Xiangling's Story Quest. Eh, I'll just send a clone to capture it later and probably free the boar. I know Irene's just going to love having it as a test subject back home.
Getting a clear gist of the situation with Andrius getting corrupted by the Abyss Order to go on a rampage like Dvalin, I decided to just handle the issue by myself this time. That way I can potentially put a stop to their dealings in Mondstadt and rip information out of them about Aether's sister's whereabouts. Now of course, Razor and Xiangling were adamant that they see this through, but I couldn't afford to babysit them and take on the Abyss Herald and potentially Andrius if the corruption had begun to warp his mind.
So, I summoned two clones, who beset themselves on the pair of girls. They both yelped and squeaked as the tender and rough hands of my clones physically felt up and massaged their bodies.
"W-What's going o-o-Aahn!" Xiangling moaned as one of my clones roughly grasped her breast.
"T-This…! Wh-What…?" Razor seemed to be completely lost on how to feel with this new emotion that my clone was making her feel as he deftly slipped his hand into her tattered pants: Lust. Huh, it made sense since she's basically been raised in the wild away from human contact. So of course, the concept would be lost on her.
Neither resisted the sudden sexual assault nor were leaning into the grabby hands of my clones. Yep, it was definitely a good idea to Shroud these two before waking them up. "Sorry you two, I'll have you guys go back to my place and hear the full story from my clones. They'll be entertaining for most of the visit until I'm done here. Don't worry Razor I will save Andrius, and Xiangling if you get bored you and my clone can cook something for everyone. Now have fun and see you later, dears~."
I happily waved my two new wives goodbye as they vanished back to my Demiplane. Already I can see and feel the lust exhibited by my clones as they roughly helped themselves to the maidens I captured. I really wanted to see more, but I had a job to do. Informing the population of wolves to clear out from the main arena where Andrius was most likely kept for whatever corruption process that the Abyss Herald is putting him through, I took off into the sky.
I wanted to get an overhead view of the arena, but found a thick barrier congealed with Cryo magic in the way of it. My hands froze upon touching the protective veil surrounding the area. After removing my frostbitten hand to regenerate a new one, I flew back and started hammering Ki blasts against the barrier at a third of the output of my full strength.
It had proven sufficient to crack and damage the veil long enough for me to Dragon Dash straight at it and smash it apart with a Ki infused fist. Like glass, the barrier shattered apart and finally revealed everything from the ruined mess of Andrius' arena to the very prestigious Northern Wind himself getting chained down by black abyssal pools of subjugation magic and pierced with stakes of coagulated poison stabbing through the giant wolf's pelt.
"WHAT!? The Interloper is he-!?" Mid-Dragon Dash, I didn't even allow the Abyss Herald the chance to react as I rocketed right at him and headbutted the shit out of his chest. The blow cracked the ground beneath him as he was sent tumbling back until he crashed into the wall of the arena, barely catching his bearing to even stand much less breath. It wasn't part of the plan, but that surprise attack was a rousing success.
I also wasn't expecting one of the Abyss Order's elite mooks to crumple so fast but considering the gains that I received from my new Saiyan Physiology these past few weeks, I'd have to say that this was a logical conclusion. The Saiyan part of me was disappointed by the lackluster fight but again, I suppressed it and focused on what truly mattered. The low, painful growling of the Northern Wind of Mondstadt behind me tore me from my thoughts to focus on the main objective: freeing him and ensuring that two of Mondstadt's Four Winds won't go on a rampage.
Plucking my hair, I conjured another clone and commanded him to release the bindings and poison that were bogging Andrius down. I don't let my eyes trail off from the Herald as I silently raise a finger and quietly approach him.
"What were you doing here?" I calmly spoke.
"Vile Interloper you will not-AAARGH!" I fired a low powered Dodon Ray at his arm. Disintegrating it hand and all without a single moment's hesitation.
"I am not in the mood for stalling. Tell me you're purpose here and the person who sent you. Are they still around the kingdom of Mondstadt? Tell me."
"You will get nothing from me, Interloper…" The fiend shakily breathed and pitifully stood on his feet while nursing his missing arm. "Our "Princess" will rid the world of-!" I rolled my eyes, and in a blink crossed the distance between myself and the Herald.
SHIINK!*
"Impressive…" I shrugged as I looked down to find that the fiend had perfectly timed my traversal to pierce me with that Cryo formed arm blade of his. Unfortunately, he was in perfect range for me to Shroud him and fully impose my will to override his own. He'd taken sufficient damage to fully give in to me by the fifteenth second of the process.
[Abyss Herald (Tier 6) Captured – 24 credits]
Removing the arm blade that had pierced my once punctured heart, I regarded the still Abyssal Herald with some wariness before returning to my previous objective. "Now I want you to answer my questions without delay. Understand?"
"Yes, my lord." He stiffly nodded. Good, nice to know that Shroud was already doing it's job to enforce obedience.
"Now why were you here trying to corrupt Andrius Lupus?" The answer shoulder already be obvious, but I only have my secondhand assumptions from my meta knowledge I need the full account from the source.
"As per our Princess's instruction, we are to hasten the cleansing of this vile world ruled over by The Seven. Stormterror, Dvalin, was to act as our Vanguard in the decimation of Mondstadt as our order's mages were to lead the Hilichurl camps in sieging the city once their defenses were torn down. The plan had ended in failure with critical damage to the poison corrupting Stormterror's mind weakening after he was fended off."
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm not sorry about that." I gestured to the fiend to continue.
"The damages done to Stormterror's corruption were to great and thus we needed another agent of destruction to hasten Mondstadt's fall. Thus, the Princess called upon the use of our fallback plan of using the Northern Wind to act as the Stormterror's substitute. The Rifthounds were to act as a suitable diversion to the land's enforcement. As the people of Mondstadt were tricked into believing the wolves were the cause of the attacks, we were to be given the freedom to act away from the public's eyes. Then once we had resumed full control of Stormterror once more, the combined might of the East and North Winds of Mondstadt would finally bless this accursed nation with oblivion."
…It's a good idea that I ran into Jean when I did, otherwise this whole thing would have gone beneath my notice. My clone was able to undo the bindings placed on Andrius, and despite the days' worth of mental and physical torture with resisting the Abyss Order's corruption, he still seemed to have the strength to remain standing. His haggard breathing was still a concern.
As I left my clone to talk with him, I focused on the Abyss Herald.
"Next, I want you to tell me the location of where this "Princess" is. Are they currently in Mondstadt?"
"As of Stormterror's failed siege on Mondstadt, our Princess has remained Stormterror's Lair to suppress the dragon's futile resistance and oversee that his corruption will hold more indefinitely for the second attack."
"Shit." That's worse. They're basically going to make Dvalin's condition more permanent. The only bright side to this is that we can get Aether's sister, Lumine and squash this whole Stormterror threat in one go.
"Thanks, you've more than answered all of my questions."
"It was an honor, my lord." The Abyss Herald bowed.
"I'm sure it was." I tapped my phone and in a blink of an eye, the tall fiend was gone and succinctly sold.
[Abyss Herald (Tier 6) Sold – 8 credits]
That ought to keep the source of the Rifthounds in check. I mentally commanded any leftover clones in the area to do a full sweep of the Wolvendom forest and Springvale area for any stragglers. I needed to be thorough to ensure that the problem was completely fixed upon reporting back to Jean since I refused to go back empty-handed.
First, I need to have a little chat with the giant Wolf spirit about what happened. Dismissing my clone as I approached the wolf, my mind soaked in the clone's conversation with the Northern Wind. From how he was tricked and subdued by the Abyss Herald under the pretense of a trial and the days of torture inflicted upon him to turn him into a weapon for the Abyss Order's disposal. The excruciating amount of detail that Andrius went to describe the whole situation was…off putting to say the least.
Still, I needed to clear things up.
"Sorry for cutting it short with that conversation, but it's still me. I just wanted to personally talk to you after dealing with that monster." I tilted my head up to look at the huge wolf's luminescent blue eyes. "My clone may have already introduced me, but I'll say it again to be more formal. Yo, the name's Michael Abbot, and it's an honor to speak with you, Andrius Boreas, the Northern Wind of Mondstadt."
"Feh! Spare me the platitudes, my pride has taken enough damage. I have no need for such honeyed words when the fault of my pitiful position lies solely on me." Andrius' huffed and for a moment blearily gazed off into the distance before shaking his head. "Grrgh! The vile ichor of the abyssal drake proved too harrowing to resist with my will alone… Just a few days of suffering through it was utter agony. Dvalin…I can only imagine the suffering you must have experienced with carrying that damned poison in you…"
"Which is why we're going to free him before the Abyss Order can do further damage." I resolutely nodded.
"Hm…" The giant wolf leaned in closer to me. I was a little intimidated with his exterior getting all up in my personal space but didn't show it while he took a few quick sniffs of me. As he pulled back, he regarded me with a bit of curiosity. "Your scent…you smell like a human, yet you don't. You possess the blessings of Anemo and Barbatos's blessing as well. I am…confused." The way he sat back and tilted his head was so cute.
Ugh, I must resist the urge to capture him and give him a Fenrir Template. By the way, I'm a total dog guy so I was visibly stopping myself for looking for any reason to capture this guy. I mean, it would be so easy too: He's weakened, there's no one around to stop me, and…I really need to get back to business.
Hopefully whenever I find and fuck the shit out of Venti, I can convince him to later capture Andrius for me.
As of now, I put most of my energy into ensuring the Great Wolf Spirit was well protected with an assortment of my clones transformed to resemble wolves. Andrius took my weird magic in stride and appreciated the sentiment and had even voiced his thanks for the rescue AND me basically taking Razor in as my Lupical. Ah, a reminder, Lupical means family to Razor and the wolves here.
He had even promised me that I would have the opportunity to engage him in an official Trial to test my might and train against him. My Saiyan blood boiled in excitement for the day I could fight the former god that once froze all Old Mondstadt with his mere presence. Informing him of the town of Springvale's deteriorating views of the wolves after the Rifthounds impersonated his denizens and attacked their caravans and wild game was key in having him order his forest's denizens to remain behind and hunt in Wolvendom's borders until suspicions of his wolves were cleared by the Knights.
The great wolf spirit had offered me his help when I revealed my plans to free Dvalin, but I insisted that he rest to reclaim his lost strength. After promising that I'd bring Razor around later to check up on him, I left Andrius with a wave and a "Get better soon" before popping back into my beachside manor Demiplane.
"-Me…HAAAAAAAAAAA!"
A gigantic wave of Ki tore through the ocean and split it apart. The clone I had left to practice the Kamehameha ad infinitum stood in place on the beach's shores. The memories accumulated from practicing and maintaining a stance on loose footing entered my mind. If I had to perfect one thing from Son Goku's template, it would have to be his signature technique.
Thinking of my next destination, I popped into the Kitchen to find that Xiangling was already getting accommodated to her new favorite place in the Demiplane while my clone behind her was enjoying the attire she had clothed herself with in her Shroud.
"O-Ooooh~! Th-There's so many ingredi-hiiiiiiiiieh~!" The young girl raided the shelves, giving my clone full access to her bare ass while his hands groped her modest chest beneath her yellow apron. The cacophony of their hips smacking against each other was like music to my ears. "T-The ideas just won't stop overflowing in my-my he-chu~!"
Memories from my clone told me that she had been too preoccupied with the Manor's kitchen stores and variety of ingredients that she's been mostly unaware of his sexual efforts despite bringing her to orgasm thrice. Frustrated, he twisted her head to the side to capture her lips and began to drive his cock up deeper into the soaked, claimed recesses of her once untouched cunt. The bottles of spices that the girl held limply fell to the marble tiled floors as she held and braced herself against the countertop.
The rough reaming her pussy was getting was quite arousing. Still, I couldn't get caught up in potentially joining and spit roasting the new addition to the retinue. With a nod to my clone, I instinctively directed him to ensure that this was the last round before I gathered both her and Razor together for a chat.
Speaking of Razor…
"Nice…Feels…good~!" The wild child of Wolvendom seemed to have gone feral with my clone's sexual ministrations. I popped into the bedroom that they were using and found my clone roughly driving himself into the scarred, bouncy ass of the savage girl. My clone was vigorously grunting and sweating as I detected some smoking bite marks and scratches on his body that closely matched the states of the sheets and pillows that Razor's electrically charged nails and teeth were digging into. My clone barely felt the pain, but if I were to guess, this amount of power incontinence from Razor would have killed your average human.
The smell of ozone and sex was an odd combination, but somehow Razor seemed to make it work. The way she growled, nipped, and whined at my clone was quite fascinating to observe. It was like watching animals furiously mate with one another with no regard for themselves and their surroundings. The bed's legs have already been broken underneath the full weight of their frenzied efforts, the window has been shattered by stray bolts of Razor's lightning, and most parts of the bed were torn apart.
The pair were so laser tunneled on each other with the need to breed that everything was inconsequential.
"Who's my slutty little bitch?" My clone snarled and palmed an ass cheek that looked to be spanked raw. His handprint painfully pronounced on Razor's skin.
"Yours…yo-your bitch~!" Razor cried out, desperately shoving her lovely ass deeper toward the clone's hips.
Again, I enjoyed the sight of myself pinning down the woman, but I really needed to stay on ta-. I paused as I sensed something on the fringes of my mind hit me with memories of a whole stack of my clones enjoying themselves at once. That was…odd.
Leaving Razor to get nutted by my rutting clone, I teleported into another room which held the prone and unconscious body of a Fatui Agent, five of my clones, and an Electro Cicin Mage that said clones were running a train on. Seriously, I expected debauchery in my household, but I at least knew the occupants that were getting freaky in it.
"Master." Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for an answer to drop at me feet with Heine dutifully appearing in a deep bow behind me. Five minutes into Heine's explanation had me pondering Irene's whereabouts. I'm glad that my lover prepared these two assassins for me to keep (Cicin mage) and sell (Fatui Agent), but her disappearance did leave me curious. I doubted there was anyone in the world that could take fully take her full might and threaten her, but there were a couple of exceptions.
…Bah, I'm sure she'll be fine.
Using my shroud, I captured and sold the Fatui Pyro Agent.
[Fatui Pyro Agent (T5) Captured – 24 credits]
[Fatui Pyro Agent (T5) Sold – 8 credits]
"Fuck! She sure knows how to suck a mean dick doesn't she?" One of my clones fucking the Cicin Mage's mouth deeply grunted from his place beside the bed. His hips roughly jamming his daunting cock into the gurgling Cicin Mage's throat.
"Hmmrgh! Her cunt's not bad either. Hard to tell that this bitch used to be a virgin not too long ago!" The clone beneath the Cicin Mage bounced his hips up into the slathering pussy of their shared sexual partner.
"Hah! You should feel how tight her ass is! Hasn't loosened up one bit since we started!" Growled the clone hunched over the Cicin Mage's rear, bucking his hips into her cum stained rear.
"Her hands are soft, but she clearly has a way to go." "Yeah, she hasn't gotten us off yet. Let's trade spots already…" Muttered the two clones forcing the mage's free hands to rub them off.
I had to cringe at myself for subconsciously wanting to re-enact a gangbang scene straight from your average doujin or hentai. The appeal of forcibly fucking a woman that tried to bring harm to me and my own was exhilarating, but having to sit back and hear my clones spit out such cringe lines sort of killed it. I guess if I were the one doing then it wouldn't be so bad, but being a spectator sort of makes it seem nonsensical.
Well, Heine seemed to enjoy it. The shy enchanted woman kept fidgeting in place besides. Her hands unsubtly reaching for the spandex clad cleft between her legs. If she's going to act this cute, then I guess I can set aside some time for her.
Lounging on the nearest chair, I willed my shroud to remove my pants and leave bare my half-hard erection for the woman to owlishly admire. "They clearly won't be done for a while, so let's have some fun ourselves."
The girl didn't waste any time on jumping at the chance and my dick. We were rather tamed in our escapades in comparison to the clones fucking every hole in the Cicin Mage. Soon enough, they did finish about 45 minutes into my fuck session with Heine. I wasn't done with the clingy woman yet and so as my clones dispersed and left the insensate cum-covered Cicin Mage on the bed, I lifted Heine in my arms and fucked her every step of the way to my vulnerable target.
"M-Master! T-Too deep…I-I can't…I-I'm CUMMING~!" In time with her orgasm, I relented my thrusts to slam my dick's head home into her womb to cram with more of my fresh cum. By the time I was done packing my servant full, I pulled her in for a kiss while my Shroud engulfed the form of the Cicin Mage. No hole was spared as the mage was effectively bound to me within ten seconds of the process.
[Cicin Mage (Electro) (T5) Captured – 24 credits]
She was effectively still unconscious from the rough treatment, but I'd rather she remains that way until I got some answers out of her. Leaving Heine to rest and watch over the Cicin Mage, I left for the Manor's dining room to await for Xiangling and Razor's arrival. My clones were just about done with them and sent them on their way to me. I had to suppress some laughter and a bit of my pride at their slight limps when they strode into the room.
Once we reconvened, I got to telling about…everything. Xiangling was relieved while Razor nearly barreled me over in my seat as she lunged in for a deep bear hug. "Thank you…don't know how…means so much…to me…" She brokenly grunted as she dug her tear-stained face into my chest.
"Don't even mention, Razor. Leaving those abyssal jerks to ruin your home was never an option, and I would never allow anyone in my family to ever suffer such sadness. Ever." I gently patted the girl's head, much to her relishing embarrassment. Aw, she looks so cute flustered. I was a bit taken by surprise when she immediately escalated to sitting on my lap and nuzzling herself into my chest.
I stopped petting her only to pause at the expectant frown she was giving me. I resumed petting her again and received a cheery whine from her. Ugh, so cute. It's like having a big old, lovable puppy!
"Hey, not fair! What about me!?" Xiangling cried, jealously crossing the dining room to secure my other lap for herself.
"Sure." I shrugged and used my free hand to pet her.
"That's better~!"
"Mhm~!"
I chuckled and happily allowed the two girls to enjoy my hands soothingly scratching their scalps and massaging their heads. Eventually we did have to part and figure our plans out. I basically informed Xiangling and Razor of who I was and what I basically do. Like Amber, they didn't seem to mind being bound to me as they found my deeds of helping them to severely outweigh their lifetime of undying love and loyalty to me. Their responses only confirm that the company's bindings are in full effect.
With their thoughts on their new lives shared, I basically heard their desires for the immediate future and if I could in any way support them.
"Oh! Oh~! Michael, if you can go to new worlds, then I want to come too! I'll be able to make so many new recipes with ingredients, meats, spices, and fishes that I've never even heard of much less seen!" Xiangling's eyes sparkled at the thought.
"Of course, and when you've gotten a couple of great dishes under your belt, then let's have ourselves a cook-off." I grinned.
"You bet! I'll show you the skills of a renowned chef from Liyue!" Xiangling proudly nodded.
I chuckled then turned to Razor, who still sat on my lap.
"Andrius…" She grunted.
I nodded. "I know, I'll take you to check up on him, but first we need to clear the worries of those in Mondstadt who were scared from your recent absence and silence." Razor's eyes widened before she resolutely nodded.
Good. Now that we're squared on what's needed to be done, I carried Razor with me back to the world of Teyvat and the outskirts of Wolvendom. Xiangling wanted to stay back at the Demiplane and try to cook up some recipes. I left Hana in charge of watching over her, so she doesn't get too eccentric with whatever surprise dish that pops into her head.
The fly back to Mondstadt was approximately 10 minutes by cloud as I took it easy on Razor who was frightened and fascinated by the fact that he was soaring through the air. To avoid the commotion of the civilians' curious eyes, I flew directly towards the Knights of Favonius's HQ. There I was happily greeted by the knights on guard and allowed entry to see the Grandmaster herself.
"Razor!" Lisa was also there with Jean and didn't waste one moment pulling the wild young girl that she's been personally teaching to harness her Vision into a crushing hug. Razor brokenly mumbled their apologies and hugged her back. The scene was flipping adorable. We gave them more time to have their little moment before talking about my findings about the supposed wolf attacks.
"Rifthounds?"
I nodded. "The Abyss Order. They were trying to build up bad will between the citizens of the nation and the wolves of Wolvendom by having their monsters attack the local fauna and caravans. This hysteria was key in the Abyss Herald's plan to drive off any who were curious from entering Andrius's territory so that they can corrupt his mind."
"What a conundrum…" Lisa's expression hardened as she rubbed her chin. "We already have more than enough trouble with Stormterror, but to also have to deal with the Northern Wind would have been…" Devastating. With most of the skilled knights with Grandmaster Varka, the city would immediately crumble when faced with an army of Hilichurls, Dvalin, Andrius, and the Abyss Order.
"But if their intentions were to corrupt Andrius then…wouldn't this mean that the Abyss Order is responsible for Stormterror's-?" Ah, I'm so glad that Jean was able to piece it together. Saves me the trouble of having to reveal it and explain how I know so much. Well, I could mention the Abyss Mage I saw on Dvalin's back, but then they'd question me on why I didn't bring it up sooner and I'd like to avoid looking like an idiot.
…Wait, does any of this matter considering I already captured them? Nah, I'll just keep playing along.
"Exactly. The Herald was quick to spill the details of their diabolical plans." I explained everything to them from their need to corrupt Andrius to replace Dvalin while the dragon recovered and the location of their base of operations, Stormterror's lair.
"If they were so desperate to try and control Andrius then they truly must be at the end of their wire." Jean muttered to herself. "While the iron is hot, I would love nothing more than to send a platoon of knights to deal with this issue, but…"
"The barrier surrounding Stormterror's Lair is far too dense with Anemo energy to even consider bypassing." Lisa finished with a sigh. "Past investigations have shown that no amount of force has been able to penetrate it, and nothing in my tomes suggests any feasible method to lower it either."
"Feasible?" I questioned and Lisa happily told me tale of the Holy Lyre, the same instrument that the Anemo Archon used to harness and guide the winds of this land. The method was written off because despite the Church possessing the instrument, the only one able to use it was the Anemo Archon himself.
Luckily for them, I had said Archon in my retinue. If only I could get him to stay in one place so I could see him. "I might have a solution, but it would require that you give me temporary possession of the Holy Lyre, Jean."
Jean frowned. "I'm afraid that I alone don't have the authority to do that, Michael. I need permission from the church's Seneschal and the Community Representative for permission to grant usage of the lyre for momentous occasions. Convincing either of them to give it to you would be a tall order…"
Ugh, I hate the inconveniences of government. "Even if the one who's asking for it is the hero who fended of Stormterror?"
Jean solemnly nodded, but her expression told me that she didn't find much joy from following protocol either. Speaking of the Lyre, I remembered distinctly having a clone tell Aether and Paimon to come here show these two Dvalin's tear.
"By the by, have Aether and Paimon been around here today?" I asked, hoping to convince them of the importance of the tears and therefore get the Lyre early.
"I'm afraid not." Jean shook her head.
"Hm, I may have been in the middle of a nap when I last heard the cutie, but I distinctly remember her and Paimon speaking with Kaeya. Paimon kept on screaming something about a…treasure hunt?" Lisa chimed in.
Well, that's great. So, Kaeya decided to dupe them into helping her deal with the Treasure Hoarders like in the game. Ugh, looks like the plan to storm Stormterror's Lair will have to put on hold for now. With nothing much else to do, I wished everyone a good day after receiving their gratitude for my deeds in helping quell the wolf incident. Jean expressed her gratitude with a slight blush while Lisa expressed hers in a surprisingly tight hug.
"Thanks for saving Razor, Hunk." She whispered into my ear. "You have no idea how much it means to me. Come around the library later tonight and I'll personally give you a reward worthy of your efforts."
And like that, she took Razor with her to the library to talk of the specifics of the wild girl's mission. I sent a reassuring thrum to Razor through our Shroud network that we'd see Andrius once her time with Lisa came to an end. The girl sent back an appreciative signal back. With not much else to do today, I decided to just go back home and relax until everyone returned from their respective activities for the day. Maya had kept the house here in Mondstadt relatively clean as expected, and by the time everyone had returned home, I was surprised to be given so many gifts from my collective wives before I could tell them about the boon of information I had earned today.
First off was Aether and Paimon, my wife and mascot wife's day out with Kaeya went about as well as you remembered from Kaeya's character quest in-game. They did trap and corner the Treasure Hoarders and were even handsomely paid by Kaeya as an apology for tricking them, but the real reward was what they brought back.
A heavily damaged Ruin Guard.
This was a huge find, and I happily showed my appreciation by kissing the pair and promising them a fun time after my night out with Lisa. It was during that moment of glee that Irene finally chose to pop out of nowhere to admire the Ruin Guard herself.
Now before I mention how happy I was to have my first wife back; I couldn't help but gape at the two "surprises" that she had encased in time magic enchanted pillars of levitating ice in the middle of the living room.
"I-Irene, what is-?"
"Hm, oh, you mean that troubling Archon bard that's been avoiding you, beloved? Don't worry, I noticed him spying on something near my area and captured him before he had the chance to react." Y-Yeah, that's great and I no doubt wanted to fuck the femboy hard for giving me so much trouble but…
"Is that a Harbinger of the Fatui that you have right there?" I facepalmed.
"Oh, you mean this vile spitfire right here?" Irene nonchalantly tapped her finger on the icy prison holding the unconscious, bloody, and bruised form of La Signora, the eighth Fatui Harbinger. "Well, I thought of the loveliest gift to surprise you with, and I thought that you'd deserve no less but the best. One of Snezhnaya's best that is…"
Seductively striding towards me, pulled out a letter with a seal on it.
Taking it, I stiffly quirked an eyebrow. "And this is…?"
"Another gift for you, dear. A letter of challenge from another of Snezhnaya's best, she didn't seem to appreciate my appropriation of her comrade, but when I offered her the opportunity to fight my strong husband who fought of Stormterror, well…" She leaned in to kiss my cheek. "She more than happily accepted the terms. On this letter is the location where you are to meet her tomorrow. Have fun~."
Shocked with everything dropped at my feet, I turned to my crimson haired Enchantress and sheepishly sighed, "One day. You were gone for one day and somehow manage to do all of this…? Urgh…" I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose before lovingly smiling at my wife. "Thanks, Irene. Love you."
She tapped her forehead to mine and sighed. "Love you too, dear."
AN: That's it for this chapter! The Female Razor choice won the polling so I hoped that you guys will enjoy Fem!Razor from now on. Plus, the fight with the Herald went as fast as I could have portrayed it because of the element of surprise and the SI (Sun Wukong Son Goku template) and his retinue of Irene Belserion (Vados) and Aether (Reinhard van Astrea) being considerably stronger than the standard enemies of Teyvat.
Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter, and make sure to stay tuned next time as we get a Lisa lewd out of the way, more butterflies in the story's canon, and an epic battle (for reals time) between the SI
Well, I hope to see you all next time!
I'm Out so Peace Out and have a lovely day!