Genshin Impact: The Water God Wants Me to Confess

You are children born from loneliness.

Hearth House will ensure that you thrive.

Your goal is to learn, compete, defeat all your brothers and sisters, and become the "King" here.

I brought some cake... would you like some?

I heard that on winter nights, there will be colorful auroras in the sky...

When we grow up, let’s go and see it together!

You will make a very good King.

Sorry...thank you...

The flowers that are not growing well should have been pruned long ago, but it’s a bit disgusting that they have only withered today - don’t you think?

Innocence and kindness, what wonderful qualities, but unfortunately... they are useless!

A bound bird can never fly, and you are no exception!

Give up, and let me, as your [mother], guide you to become the true [king]!

This is the will of Her Majesty the Queen.

I have forgiven your sins

[And give you a new name]

[Let’s pass on this bloody name]

[Poor]

Crazy

[Cursed [Servant]]

……

Zhizhi——zhizhi——

The birds were playing mischievously, jumping among the branches.

The people under the tree were lying on the grass, fortunately the sunlight was not glaring.

However, the man woke up.

She propped up half of her body, symbolizing the cursed eyes, and looked out at the city in the distance.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and her short white hair danced in the wind, and the black highlights added a touch of ominousness to her.

"Uh-huh..." She held her head with one hand and shook it.

"Don't remind me like this, I won't forget them..."

She seemed to be talking to herself, or to someone, but she was the only one in the area.

The black color of the curse spread across her arms, and her nails were unusually sharp.

After being alone for a while, she finally took action.

She stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and looked at the bustling city in the distance.

"Fontaine, I'm back."

……

many years ago.

Fontaine.

The cursed child, the calamity that brings bad luck, the devil, the witch, the damned scourge...

Peruvili's ears were almost callused from hearing these malicious words.

The blood fork on the eye, the black thing on the arm, the power of black flame, the power to easily deprive others of their lives, the ominous child abandoned by his parents...

There were too many of them, and Peruvian had long been numb.

No matter what others say, it doesn't matter to Peruvian. She only cares about whether she is still alive tomorrow.

As long as she could stay alive, Peruvian was satisfied.

There is no way. For a child like Peruvili who was abandoned by his parents, being alive is already the biggest luxury, let alone having a delicious and full meal.

The Grey River, the underground conduit of Fontaine, is also where children like Pelleville survive.

They are like a group of sewer rats that hide from the light.

Oh, they are indeed sewer rats.

Children abandoned by their parents are looked down upon even by the lower class people living in Huihe.

The weak will vent their violence against the weaker ones in an attempt to satisfy their own vanity.

Being beaten for no reason, having the food they had finally found snatched away, and having the occasional Mora taken away were all common occurrences, and the children had long been accustomed to them.

Because they are the weakest and have no power, so they deserve to be robbed and bullied.

In that case, why not run away?

Escape outside Fontaine, or leave Fontaine?

If they escape, where can they go?

Don't forget, they are just a group of children who can't even afford enough food and clothing.

Where did they get the strength to escape?

Even if we escape to the wild, what should we do about the monsters and beasts that are everywhere?

A child, facing dangerous monsters and wild beasts, can only become a snack.

Fontaine is prosperous, but it does not belong to these abandoned children.

Peruvian returned to Gray River. She lowered her head and moved slowly to her bed.

It’s called a bed, but in fact it’s just a few pieces of waste cardboard laid on a wet iron plate.

Curled up in the corner, Peruvian took out a bitten, dusty piece of bread from her patched clothes.

This was her food for the day.

A soft bread that was thrown away by its owner because it tasted bad.

Although it was dirty, Peruvian could still smell the aroma of bread.

What does that taste like?

Peruvian didn't know how to describe it. She had never been to school and didn't know a single word. She only knew that the dirty bread smelled so good, much better than the black breadcrumbs she had picked up before.

This bread is very soft when you bite it, and is much more delicious than the hard and bitter black bread.

Moreover, this is pure bread, not the inferior kind of black bread mixed with sawdust.

After eating black bread, Peruvian would feel a sore throat, but this bread did not give her that uncomfortable feeling.

Peruvian huddled in a corner because all the negative rumors made the children around her unwilling to pay too much attention to her, which allowed her to enjoy the delicious bread alone.

No matter how slowly Peruvian ate, she still finished the bread, which was not big to begin with and had a bite taken out of it.

Putting her finger into her mouth, Peruvian sucked it with gusto, not wanting to miss even a hint of the taste of bread.

The taste of this bread is so delicious. It is the most delicious bread that Peruvian has ever eaten.

This is a novel soft bread. Peruvian will never forget the delicious feeling.

I want to eat more, I want to eat this kind of bread!

Peruvian licked her lips, and a gleam of light flashed in her dull eyes.

Such delicious bread, it would be great if I could eat one every day, no, half a piece, just half a piece!

If I could eat half of it every day, I would be the happiest child in the world.

I really don’t know, are there such happy children in the world?

Peruvian lay on her side on the bed and pulled a piece of cardboard over her body.

The Gray River is very cold at night. Although the cardboard is not very effective in keeping out the cold, it is better than nothing.

I was lucky today and found a delicious bread, which made Peruvian's dead mood fluctuate a little.

Peruvian didn't know what would happen tomorrow. She just hoped that she could find something edible in the restaurant's swill bucket tomorrow, and it must not be too watery.

She only hoped that the noble lords would order more or eat less, so that she, a rat from the Gray River, could eat to her heart's content.

She didn't get the noble meal today, but luckily she got a piece of soft bread.

There was no way. There were too many rats in the Gray River, and they were all very hungry. It was impossible for anyone to leave some food for the latecomers.

After all, they don’t even know whether they can live to see tomorrow, so how can they have the energy to care about others?