Genshin Impact: Teyvat Travel Guide

For Stella, exploring the meaning of life itself is a meaningless thing.

Human beings always say that they don't want to miss the scenery during the journey, but she has seen too many magnificent landscapes, whether it is mountains and cliffs, or gurgling water.

At first, Stella had no evaluation of this era of vigorous human development. Except for a little surprise in my heart, there is nothing more.

Therefore, she does not go out often, but prefers to stay at home and see the many spiritual and ideological treasures that human beings have created during such a long rotation of time and changes over the years.

There are too many books piled up at home, and there are many in all aspects. Stella picks up a book and can read it in a few days if it is interesting. If she is not very interested, it is easy for her to fall asleep. At this moment, she was woken up by Leosley.

"Ms. Stella, your habit is really bad." The young warden sighed, picked up the books she dropped beside him, and then began to sort out the other books that were piled randomly.

As he was sorting things out, he said: "You are so elegant and eye-catching outside, no one would have thought that your living habits are so bad, right?"

The elegant woman who had just woken up was rarely confused, so she subconsciously asked: "...Why are you here?"

"There's nothing going on in Merlo Petersburg. Why can't I come here after I've finished my official duties?" He said, "I thought you were not good at this habit. I guess the house is in a mess. When I came back, it turned out to be true."

After all these years, she hasn't changed at all.

Stella: "...Is there any problem?"

Leosley choked, then said: "No, it's nothing. I just think... no one would believe a demon god who can't take care of himself even if he says it."

"But even if you tell me, no one will believe that I am really the devil." Stella drew inferences, "They will only think that you have lost your mind."

Leosley: "..."

He was silent: "You are right."

Stella smiled: "Then, dear Duke Leosley, as the first person under the Demon God of Frost, these matters will be left to you."

"Didn't I do these things before?" The young man sighed, then squatted down, stretched out his hand to grab her slender ankles, then moved to the sofa to cross her legs, and then took out the feet under the sofa that were originally covered by Stella's feet. Blocked books.

"The books you have read are piled up in random places...your schedule is irregular, and you don't eat three meals on time...you have a trait that makes people's eyes dark."

"I won't die if I don't sleep or eat." She retorted, "And cooking is too troublesome. Why don't you ask a few people to go to the beach to catch seafood for me? There are so many prisoners in your prison. You can't just ask a few people to do it. ?"

"You are really..." Leosley held up his forehead, "You are worthy of saying such a thing as a matter of course. With such a temper, I am probably the only one in Fontaine who can tolerate you..."

The last sentence was said very vaguely, and Stella heard it, but not clearly.

"What did you say?"

"……nothing."

Stella narrowed her eyes and looked at him, and suddenly said: “That’s wrong.”

Leosley turned his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Your ears are red and you must be feeling guilty." Stella was extremely sure, "Were you really complaining about my living habits just now?"

For a moment, Leosley's expression was extremely complicated.

"Ms. Stella..."

"how?"

"You really don't understand human emotions."

Stella smiled: “You don’t understand the devil either.”

The young warden quickly packed up the randomly stacked books, made a cup of black tea, and sat across from Stella.

He reached out and took away the book that Stella was holding, put the book aside under her puzzled gaze, and then asked her seriously: "Does the devil have feelings?"

Stella felt that this was not a question worth answering. More than this, she wanted to know what the brewing method she had just seen halfway used to pass the time was like.

But when she met the young man's serious gaze, her heart moved slightly, and she somehow answered his words: "...Yes."

She said "yes".

Leosley couldn't help but ask her: "How does it compare to humans?"

After he finished speaking, he froze again and smiled: "I'm sorry, it's wrong to compare emotions -"

"Not as rich as humans, far from it." She replied calmly.

"I have lived a long time, and my memory time is also very long. If I had such clear and bright emotions like humans, I would torture myself to death." Stella looked at him, "Do you remember what I told you before? Right? I killed my people and almost died from grief. The way Egolia saved me was to cover up my memory."

Demon gods do not have the ability to generate emotions as easily as humans, but once they put something in their hearts, the final pain will always turn into continuous mental torture for a long time. After remembering that Stella had been experiencing such torture, she chose to sleep in the sea of ​​nectar.

Leo Slimer then said: "...That's it."

"Will Stella be very sad after I die?" The young warden pretended to be relaxed and thought about it, and also made a joke, "I haven't seen you cry before, so I'm a little curious."

Stella smiled: “If you die, I won’t shed a single tear.”

"Really? Is my weight in your heart so insignificant?" Leosley sighed, pretending to be sad, "I didn't expect that after knowing Ms. Stella for almost twenty years, I got this person. Such an ending."

"Twenty years is nothing in my time."

"But that's half my life, Stella." He said, "You know, human life is very short."

Stella looked away from him: "...Well, I know."

When she thought that he would die in a few decades, Stella felt as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into her heart. The cotton was too tight and she couldn't breathe. A demon god actually felt stuffy.

"Stella."

After a long silence, Leosley suddenly called her.

"how?"

"The black tea is about to get cold." He smiled. "As for what happens after death...ah, I can't control it. Let's talk about it after death."

Leosley is a perceptive man.

He and Stella had known each other for nearly twenty years. Although Stella had been sleeping in the sea of ​​nectar flowers for more than ten years during the period, the remaining time they spent together was long enough.

Such a long time is enough for him to understand Stella.

——Stella, who obviously cared a lot but pretended not to care, dodges her eyes and can't even look directly at him.

So actually in Stella's heart, he still has some weight.