Genshin Impact: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable-Chapter 441: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [] [30 PS]
Chapter 441 - This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [441] [30 PS]
A few days later...
Since that heartfelt conversation in Whitespruce Town, Luo Qing noticed something unusual: Furina's affection for him seemed to have skyrocketed, to a rather absurd degree.
Where he once had to chase after her everywhere, now this girl wouldn't leave his side. Other than when she bathed or used the restroom, she insisted on bringing him along at all times.
She even started clinging to him at night, holding onto him while they slept.
Even when Luo Qing would "accidentally" slide his hand into her blouse, instead of getting furious like she used to, she'd only blush shyly.
Though, if he pushed things too far, she would still turn red-faced, and with a swift kick, send him flying off the bed.
It was oddly endearing—like a shy, young girlfriend.
Meanwhile, the societal aftermath of the Whitespruce Town disaster continued to ferment.
The media had amplified the prophecy crisis, and what was once casual gossip among Fontaine's citizens had transformed into a tangible dread looming over their lives, a fear that someday it would befall them too.
The growing anxiety birthed more crimes, and society gradually plunged into chaos and panic.
Voices of doubt against Furina also began to grow louder.
Some went as far as publishing headlines openly questioning why their Hydro Archon had remained silent in the face of such a dire prophecy, offering no plan of action or reassurance.
But compared to the escalating unrest in Fontaine, Furina seemed happier than she had been in a long time.
As though it didn't matter if the entire world misunderstood her, so long as Luo Qing trusted her.
That was enough.
That day, another crime linked to prophecy-induced panic was being judged at the Opera Epiclese.
It was a relatively minor trial, yet Furina, who had taken a peculiar interest in trials recently, had been attending every single one without fail. Naturally, she dragged Luo Qing along.
To make things more convenient for herself, Furina had even ordered a seat to be added beside her official throne, creating a "queen and consort" vibe.
Though, in their case, the roles seemed reversed.
"I'm telling you..." Luo Qing glanced uneasily at the crowd below, feeling the weight of their stares.
Every audience member who entered would inevitably cast him a look—some envious, others jealous, and many filled with silent resentment toward Furina.
"You're putting so much pressure on me," Luo Qing muttered, exasperated.
The way they looked at him made him feel like some fox spirit corrupting the ruler, the reason Furina wasn't addressing the prophecy crisis or managing Fontaine properly.
"What does it matter?" Furina chuckled softly, utterly unbothered by the crowd's judgmental gazes. She leaned closer to Luo Qing, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and pressing her slender frame against him.
This affectionate gesture sent the young men in the audience into a frenzy.
Knuckles whitened, teeth clenched—they all looked as if they wanted to replace him on the spot.
That's our goddess!
And she's clinging to another man...
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Damn it... Why not me?!
Once the crowd was seated, Neuvillette, presiding over the trial, tapped his gavel lightly to signal the start.
This case revolved around a robbery.
Several impoverished youths, despairing over their inability to secure food for even the next day, decided the world's impending end absolved them from obeying the law.
Under the banner of "If the world is ending, who cares about the rules?", they looted a store, distributing stolen food and supplies to others before being apprehended by the Gardes.
Ordinarily, this would be a straightforward criminal case, handled routinely by the courts.
However, because the crime was rooted in societal inequality and prophecy-driven fear, public opinion sided with the perpetrators.
Neuvillette himself was compelled to oversee an open trial.
"Defendants Hild, Val, and Ed," Neuvillette addressed them calmly from the judge's podium, "do you have any objections to the charges brought against you?"
"If you do, this is the time to state them."
"Of course, Lord Neuvillette!"
Hild, one of the accused, stood up without a trace of fear, raising his voice to address the crowd gathered in the Opera House.
"Of course I object!"
He raised his head, his eyes locking onto Furina and Luo Qing on the thrones above.
"I am a native of Whitespruce Town. After the recent disaster, my family has been left starving. We had no food—none! That's why we were forced to resort to these actions."
Hild pointed a trembling finger at Furina, his gaze filled with indignation.
"If anyone is to blame, it's the Hydro Archon herself!"
His words struck a chord, electrifying the audience.
For weeks, many had been tormented by sleepless nights, consumed by the prophecy's terror. Now, seeing someone bold enough to question Furina directly, they were eager to fan the flames, whispering their own criticisms among themselves.
"And why do you say that?"
Neuvillette glanced at Furina, his expression calm, as if this confrontation had been inevitable. He gestured for Hild to continue.
"Because..."
Hild took a deep breath, his voice rising with emotion.
"The Hydro Archon is the protector of Fontaine. If she could solve the prophecy crisis, the disaster in Whitespruce Town wouldn't have happened! My family wouldn't have gone hungry, and we wouldn't have had to break the law to survive!"
"But she didn't!"
"The Archon hasn't done anything about the prophecy—not even a single public statement!"
"She's betrayed our trust!"
"She's the one truly responsible!"
His impassioned words set the crowd ablaze, their whispers growing into a roar of accusations.
Even the Oratrice, Furina's divine judgment mechanism, tilted slightly toward the defendant, signaling agreement with his arguments.
This revelation only further stoked the flames.
If the Oratrice, created by Furina herself, supported his claims, then perhaps the Archon truly was at fault.
The crowd's questioning grew louder, emboldened by the Oratrice's decision. Some even stood up, shouting angrily:
"Why are you wasting time on romance instead of helping us?"
"Isn't it your duty to protect Fontaine?"
"Furina..." Luo Qing frowned.
A master of reading emotions, he recognized this was no mere trial. It was an orchestrated public confrontation designed to break Furina's composure.
Just as he prepared to intervene and silence the crowd, he noticed Furina lowering her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Without a word, she turned and ran out of the Opera House.
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T/N: KILL KILL KILL
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