Genshin Impact: Dance of Sinners

Ten Years Ago—Winter—Morgan Territory

In a gorgeous manor, a graceful and pretty blonde woman was sitting in a teahouse next to the garden with a smile, carefully pruning several elegant potted plants.

And beside her stood a handsome young man. The two stood side by side, looking at the little boy who was playing with the servants in the garden.

What the little boy and the servants played was an intellectual game of drawing a grid. Everyone took turns to draw their own pattern in the grid. When five patterns connected in a line, they would win.

The little boy seemed to be particularly smart, defeating the servants one after another. What was extremely interesting was that when the little boy defeated the servants, he would put paper handcuffs on them that he made.

"Death penalty! Death penalty for all! Beep beep——"

"Master Aisa, this..."

"Shut up! You are already dead! You can't speak!"

"Okay, okay..."

Holding a water gun, the little boy laughed and shot his defeated generals.

"Asa is so naughty." The woman shook her head helplessly, "I don't know when he will grow up."

"Mother, isn't this good?" The handsome young man looked at his younger brother in the garden with a gentle smile on his face.

"Aisa told me yesterday that he will become the best judge in the winter and punish evildoers."

"He, he changes things every day. He said before that he wanted to be an inventor?"

"Maybe I'm serious this time."

"Just pamper him." The woman showed a happy smile and rubbed the boy's head lovingly.

"...I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky to be born into a family like Morgan." The woman looked at her dear children, with sudden sadness in her beautiful eyes.

"Mother, I don't know what Morgan's blood has brought me."

"But I have always been proud of being your son." The young man's gentle voice was also full of power. He was still young, but his movements still carried a unique demeanor of a strong man.

"You don't have to worry about my brother. As long as I am here, I will never let Aisa be harmed by those [demons]."

"Mother, I want Aisa to be able to do what she wants to do."

"Cerato, you are an amazing boy."

The woman lovingly hugged the boy next to her, "The family's elimination test for bad traits is about to begin. How are you preparing?"

"It's ready."

"Cerato, don't take it lightly. When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use his full strength."

"Don't worry, Mother, I am the strongest."

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It was a warm afternoon. As before, Aisa was reviewing the homework assigned by the teacher in the courtyard of the manor.

Today is a special day. My brother said that he will become the winner of the elimination test of the family's bad traits, get the evil eye, and be qualified to be elected as the supervisor. In order to celebrate this day, my mother had already booked a banquet at the most expensive hotel in the Winter Palace.

You have to work harder yourself, don't let your brother fall too far behind.

As Isa thought, he easily solved the questions on the file.

Humph~ After all, I, Isaac Morgan, am the man who wants to become the first justice of Winter~~

Clang————

The door to the manor was suddenly forced open from the outside.

Those servants who had been sentenced to death by him filed in, first throwing two sacks with a strong smell of blood in the courtyard, and then rushed into his house like robbers, taking all kinds of things inside. All kinds of expensive furniture and works of art are constantly being moved out...

"Stop! What are you doing!!"

The young Aisa quickly stood in the way of the servants and blocked the door with his small body. But after a while, he was pushed to the ground by the strong servants with a grin...

"You, what are you doing!! If you dare to hit me, Brother Cerato will definitely teach you a lesson!!" Aisa struggled wildly, but at such a young age, he had no way to fight against these adults.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, young Master Aisa, don't you like guessing very much? Aren't you very good at reasoning? Then you might as well guess what's in those two sacks?"

The evil sneers of the servants echoed in his ears, and Aisa's struggling movements suddenly froze. His golden eyes widened with fear, and he shook his head suddenly, but he was still dragged there by the vicious servants. Two sacks ago…

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and what follows is a light and elegant scent of noble perfume...

This smell is very familiar...very familiar...just like the perfume that my mother often uses...

He guessed it... He had guessed it a long time ago, but he couldn't accept it at all, couldn't accept this fact at all...

Until the servants who were originally obedient in front of him changed to a devilish smile and poured the broken corpses of his mother and brother on him...

The boy fell into the blood and broken bones, his expression sluggish, and the bright fire in his golden eyes had long been extinguished and became dim.

crunch...

Faintly, Aisa seemed to hear a sound similar to chewing food.

He felt a severe pain, a pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart and his body was being eaten away.

But for some reason, he was indifferent to this, as if he was accustomed to it and should be like this.

That day, a man named "Isa Morgan" died.

But now walking on the continent of Teyvat is a walking corpse inhabited by evil spirits.

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Worms, I will be the first judge in the winter and send you all to hell.

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"Aisa, when you gave him this [last lunch], did you feel guilty? Please answer yes or no."

The woman's cold questioning voice brought Aisa back to reality from her memories.

"No." Aisa looked at Monica quietly in front of her, her voice was extremely cold.

How could he feel guilty about those worms who deserved to go to hell?

"Then Aisa, I have completed the reasoning of the incident." Monica looked at the young man in front of her indifferently with dark eyes.

Aisa's expression was stiff. He spent two rounds in the last round to deduce Monica's incident, but this time, Monica only spent one round...

"The answer to the incident is that as a police officer, you served [the last supper] to a suspect who was about to be executed."

"No, Miss Monica, this doesn't seem to explain the suspect's angry behavior, does it?"

"Aisa, I'm not finished yet."

Monica gently closed her beautiful eyes, "If my guess is correct, your authority at the police station can interfere with the outcome of the trial, and the prisoner was sent to the execution stand because of your frame-up. .”

"........."

Isaac's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and after falling into a long silence, he suddenly laughed loudly.