Genshin Impact: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable

"You..."

Scaramouche's pupils dilated as disbelief flashed across his face.

That woman!

It was her!

Why was she here in Sumeru?!

In mere seconds, the newly ascended god pieced together a plausible explanation in his mind.

Someone must have drawn that woman out of Inazuma and hidden her in Sumeru City, all for this moment...

That someone...

A familiar, sly image popped into his head—a certain smirking figure, as if saying to him:

"Scara, isn't this grand gift of mine impressive?"

"..."

"Luo Qing! Once I'm out of here, I'll tear you to pieces!" Scaramouche roared in fury.

His gaze shifted back to the entrance, where Ei—hand on her blade, Musou no Isshin—was walking toward him, calm and deliberate.

"Should I say, 'long time no see,' Shogun?"

"I thought granting you freedom would release you from your burdens. I never expected it to plant the seed of vengeance instead... Kunikuzushi."

"Kunikuzushi is dead!" Scaramouche cut her off, his voice filled with rage.

"And it's all thanks to you, Shogun. Now, you will call me the new god—the Puppet Ruler of Takamagahara!"

"Oh, really?"

Ei's expression remained unchanged as she tilted her head slightly to look up at Scaramouche.

"You think possessing a Gnosis qualifies you to ascend to the ranks of the gods?"

She slowly raised her blade, pointing it at him.

"In that case..."

"Allow me to test whether this new god has what it takes."

"You think I'd be afraid of you just because you showed up?! I'm not the person I was back then!"

Scaramouche's face twisted in fury as the Shouki no Kami shuddered in sync with his rage.

The mech's hands lifted high above its head, a massive orb of elemental energy—Kshatriya's Final Calamity—forming and illuminating the workshop with a violent glow.

"Ei, you—"

Lumine, still unsure of the history between these two, could only rely on her instincts. Those instincts screamed that if the attack landed, even she wouldn't survive.

"No need to worry."

Ei gave a slight shake of her head, her eyes glowing with a serene yet commanding light.

Musou no Isshin slid free from its scabbard.

The orb descended.

"Sever."

Ei's voice was low and calm, yet it carried a weight that drowned out all other noise in the workshop.

In an instant, blinding lightning filled the space, halting the orb's motion mid-air as if someone had pressed pause.

The next moment, the light dissipated, and silence fell.

The descending orb split diagonally, a jagged fissure forming.

As Scaramouche stared in disbelief, the fissure widened, splitting the orb in two. Cracks began spreading across the Shouki no Kami's mech body.

"This... how is this possible..."

Scaramouche's eyes widened as he felt the damage coursing through the mech.

He couldn't understand—how could she, with a single slash, rend his godly form apart?

He was supposed to be a god...

And yet...

Before the thought could settle, the Shouki no Kami's body crumbled. The mech split cleanly in half, exposing the Gnosis within.

A deafening explosion erupted from within the mech as it disintegrated. The pain wracking Scaramouche's body contorted his expression.

As the mech collapsed, the now unprotected Gnosis slipped free, tumbling through the air with a faint purple glow.

Scaramouche's expression turned frantic. Struggling against the cables still attached to his body, he fought to free himself, desperate to retrieve the Gnosis.

Leaping into the air, he reached out, certain he could reclaim it.

But just as his fingers brushed the surface of the Gnosis, a sudden spark of lightning surrounded it, pulling it away as though guided by an unseen force.

Scaramouche's gaze followed the Gnosis in stunned silence, his longing palpable.

The Gnosis landed gently in Ei's hand.

Scaramouche froze, his expression hardening with fury.

"Give it back!"

"I think you're mistaken..."

Ei studied the Gnosis in her hand as she began walking toward him, her voice steady and cold.

"The Gnosis—a symbol of divine status—derives its meaning from the Seven Archons who grant it. Possessing it doesn't automatically make you a god."

"It's mine! Give it back!"

Though weak and barely able to move, Scaramouche glared at her with seething hatred, his voice trembling with rage.

"Oh?"

Ei glanced at the Gnosis in her hand, letting out a soft scoff before summoning her blade once more.

"I recall you once saying you wanted to re-enact the Archon War to prove yourself as a god. If so, you should've prepared yourself to lose like one."

She placed the blade against his neck. A slight press would be enough to sever his head.

"Or perhaps, your so-called re-enactment is just childish posturing. You're fine slaughtering others but unwilling to face the same fate?"

As someone who had lived through the Archon War, Ei knew all too well its brutality.

For this insolent boy to babble about re-enacting it...

He was long overdue for a lesson.

"Hmph, if you're going to strike, then spare me the pointless words."

Scaramouche glared at her with contempt. Even faced with death, his defiance remained unyielding.

"As you wish."

Ei raised her blade, her gaze icy and detached.

There was no trace of the sweet-toothed, novel-reading homebody left in her demeanor.

Suddenly, the tense atmosphere was broken by the sound of clapping.

"Alright, alright. Family discipline should end here," a familiar voice chimed in, light and casual.

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice, even Ei lowering her blade slightly in irritation.

At the entrance stood Luo Qing, who had somehow slipped into the workshop unnoticed. He strolled in leisurely, a grin plastered across his face.

"Of course... it's you..."

Scaramouche used the last of his strength to glare at Luo Qing, his face twisted with rage.

"Indeed, it's me," Luo Qing said with a soft chuckle.

"Now, close your eyes, won't you~?"

Before Scaramouche could respond, his consciousness suddenly grew heavy. His vision blurred, and the world around him faded into darkness.

He collapsed, unconscious.

"Well, that wraps things up," Luo Qing said with a satisfied hum.

Plucking the Gnosis from Ei's hand, he held it up in front of Lumine with a playful smirk.

"From now on, I'll be the one taking care of this~"

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