Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

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Sandone Besarius.

Before becoming an executive, she had an unpleasant nickname - the Witch of Besarius.

It was a whole city away from Sandonne's mansion, to the east of the winter capital.

That place where, looking from the balcony, all one could see was a sheet of silvery white ice and snow.

Sandone sat on the arm of the round-headed mobile soldier, with Galatea beside him and the young man behind him. The group walked step by step in the snow towards the ruins hidden by the white snow.

It can be called a spectacular ruin. Just from the area it covers, you can see how wealthy the people who lived here must have been before they were destroyed.

"This is the house of Besarius," Sandone said, passing by the collapsed stones and ice and snow, he casually pointed out the buildings on the roadside. "This is the library, over there is the piano room, and the path next to it leads to the garden. Further inside Come on, that attic is where everyone lives. I live on the top floor with my youngest sister."

The young man looked at the rusted wrought iron windows on the roadside with a cold face: "This happened at least ten years ago, how do you know?"

"Of course it's because," Sandonie jumped to the ground holding the soldier's arm, "I am the one who destroyed this house with my own hands."

"Impossible." The young man denied.

Don’t believe it yet?

Sandone sighed, lifted up her skirt, and walked in along the gap under the ruins of the attic: "Come with me."

Unlike the snow-white outside, the interior of the ruins is dark and damp.

Galatea escorted her into the long corridor.

"The reason why I got this title as 'The Witch of Besarius' is because of my massacre of the Besarius family."

The pale light filtered in from the gaps between the rocks and fell on the side of Sandone's face, complementing the darkness.

"Regardless of master, servant, family, or guest - everyone who was in this mansion that night, without exception, was killed by me."

The passage of time has long erased the tragedy, and the scarlet blood that once flowed on the floor turned into smooth blue-black moss, which was trampled into a puddle of mud under her heels.

"I just told you about my youngest sister," Sandonne stopped at the end of the dank corridor. "Her name is Cocoon, and we live here. Galatea, I originally made it for her. Toy."

Sandonie opened the door.

Compared to the rest of the mansion, this room is unusually complete.

The light fell from the deformed window frame, and the broken glass on the floor reflected sharp white. The fallen wooden bookshelf was in a mess. There were a lot of broken gears, chains and other things beside the square table with half of its legs broken. In a big pile.

"The reason why I take care of Cocoon." Sandone continued in a nostalgic tone, "is because everyone in Besarius is afraid of Cocoon."

The first time he saw Cocoon was when Sandonne successfully assembled the first automatic machine according to the instructions in the book.

Sandonie is the oldest illegitimate daughter.

Cocoon is the child of the main wife.

Although she had been living in the same mansion, Sandonne had never seen her before this day.

At that time, the spherical machine kept rolling forward following Sandone's instructions, hit a pair of leather boots, and stopped.

Sandone grabbed the remote control and ran behind the machine. He stopped and looked up and saw a woman's face full of disgust.

It's the head maid.

The head maid always hated the smell of engine oil in her room.

Sandonie opened his mouth to ask what happened? Was it her father who called her?

Not a single syllable could be uttered.

The head maid bent down and put the basket in her hand on the ground, and said: "Miss Sandonne, from today on, Miss Cocoon will be taken care of by you."

Sandonne:?

The head maid turned and left.

Not a single superfluous instruction. In this way, Sandone became the guardian of Cocoon.

Cocoons are special.

There are very few people in the world who are born with the eyes of God.

Cocoons are scary.

People born without limbs or facial features will be frightened by anyone who sees them.

—Except Sandonne.

The hands and feet are tools of violence, and the facial features are the medium for showing disgust.

That's why she chose to keep company with machines.

"Cocoon," Sandone squatted down and stroked Cocoon's pink and soft head with her hands covered in machine oil, "I am my sister."

Freaks and freaks together are like a negative and a negative.

For a long time, Sandone and Cocoon lived peacefully.

Sandone's title of freak was given to her by her younger siblings. There were many children of Besarius's generation. When she was first brought into the mansion, a brother who did not know the rules stole her beloved wrench, so Sandonne used the wrench to break off five of the other's fingernails.

She's clearly doing a great job.

After that, no one dared to mess with her, and her father also assigned her the quietest room to draw a clear line between her and those annoying little brats.

Probably because Sandonne honestly took care of Cocoon, his father's control over Sandonne was also much relaxed.

You can go to the garden to get some fresh air under the leadership of the head maid.

In the piano room not far away, the tutor is teaching other younger brothers and sisters to play the piano.

The jumping notes fell on the blooming red roses. Sandone squatted in the fragrant fragrance and clapped her hands gently towards the other side of the lawn.

"Cocoon, sister is here."

Cocoon can hear sounds.

The reason is unclear, but for Sandonne, it was enough.

The cocoon with several rings of nerve sensors wrapped around its head and neck was placed on the other side of the lawn in a mobility device with only two lower limbs.

Sandonne called.

The machinery was dangling over there.

Shake left, shake right.

Try moving with an unfamiliar walking posture of leaving your left foot tripping your right foot at any time.

"Cocoon," Sandonne called again.

The lawn that Sandone could run across in just ten seconds took the cocoon twenty minutes to reach the end crookedly.

"Cocoon is great," Sandonie bent her index finger, rubbed Cocoon's chin, and said with a smile, "You can walk now."

The head maid frowned from behind: "It's really scary..."

"From now on, you can go where you want to go." Sandone said to Cocoon.

"With all due respect, Miss Sandonne, you are not allowed to go anywhere without the master's permission." The head maid poured cold water on her.

Sandonie ignored it and continued to smile.

Cocoon controlled the machine and took a step back.

"Cocoon?" Sandonie tilted her head.

Cocoon turned around in a circle, as if trying to determine the direction, then paused and approached the head maid.

"Tsk," the head maid backed away half in fear and half disgust, "Don't come over here..."

A short puff cut off the head maid's words.

The bloody rose was cut clean by the servant with a sickle.

Sandonie looked at the dim garden through the glass window and felt sorry for the flowers.

"Sandogne," his father's voice was mixed with the crackle of coals in the fireplace, as if he was extremely cold and trembling, "did you let Cocoon kill the head maid?"