Genshin Impact: Transmigrated as Furina's Second Personality

For reasons unknown, staring at the lingering puddle on the ground where Aishi had perished, La Signora felt an odd surge of pleasure.

It was a twisted satisfaction, the kind that says, "Serves you right! That's what you get for provoking me—now you're dead!"

"Just a small fish in the water," she sneered, looking at the faint traces of Aishi's remains. "Struggling in vain, and in the end, all you managed was to splash up a few ugly droplets. Besides soaking my clothes, you achieved nothing of significance."

Turning her gaze toward Aaru Village, La Signora smirked derisively.

"But I suppose I should thank you. All these desert people have gathered here in one place, saving me the trouble of hunting them down house by house."

"You resisted me for over twenty minutes, but in the end, you made it easier for me to kill them all. I should express my gratitude for your clownish performance in giving me such convenience."

With those words, she stepped forward with an air of nonchalance, her strides resembling that of a predator approaching cornered prey.

But just as she was about to advance on the village, a streak of light shot across the sky, halting above Aaru Village.

Startled, La Signora glanced up, her gaze landing on a blue-and-white-haired girl.

She recognized her instantly—it was none other than the Hydro Archon of Fontaine.

However, the girl's appearance was far from composed. Awoken suddenly by an emergency summons, Felina had arrived in haste. She wore a pale pink nightgown, her hair slightly disheveled, and her feet bare.

The sight of this bedraggled figure made La Signora chuckle instinctively.

"Focalors? From your appearance, it seems you've come in quite a rush."

"I see now," she continued mockingly. "I didn't expect that weak little familiar to have some special method to contact you."

"But so what?"

La Signora spread her hands theatrically. "Look at yourself—disheveled, barefoot, clearly having rushed out of bed the moment you heard the news. Did you panic that much?"

La Signora's arrogance, well-documented in the original storylines, was apparent. She had never held much respect for gods.

To her, the weakness of Aishi, a familiar of the Hydro Archon, already cast doubt on Felina's power. And seeing Felina's current disordered state only confirmed her disdain.

After all, this was no image of a dignified deity.

Only the weak panic, for only the weak fear losing control of the situation.

Felina, however, remained silent.

Hovering in midair, she looked down at La Signora with a calm, expressionless face.

"This time, Aishi did not retreat. I did not let you down, Lady Furina."

"I am sorry… Lady Furina…"

Aishi's final words echoed in her mind.

Though she spoke no words, only Felina and Furina knew the depth of rage roiling within her at this moment.

La Signora, misinterpreting Felina's silence as submission, became more emboldened.

She spread her arms wide, a smug grin playing on her lips. "But I understand. Selecting such a weak familiar must mean your power isn't much better. It's only natural to panic when your plans are falling apart."

"Though I must say, this flustered look of yours isn't very elegant," she continued, striding closer to Felina with every word.

Yet in her arrogance, La Signora failed to notice—or perhaps simply disregarded—the puddle of water at her feet.

Yes, this was the water left behind by Aishi after her death.

La Signora stepped carelessly into the puddle, completely unaware—or perhaps unbothered—that she was trampling on the remnants of Aishi, the loyal and proud familiar who had given her life to protect her god's plans.

This act of desecration utterly ignited Felina's fury.

With a single motion of her hand, a massive stream of water lashed down from the heavens like a whip, striking toward La Signora!

Startled by the sudden attack, La Signora hastily conjured an ice shield to block the blow.

But Felina's water whip was as thick as two telephone poles, and the sheer force behind it was unimaginable.

The moment it struck the ice shield, the barrier shattered into countless shards, scattering like grains of ice. The whip's momentum remained undiminished as it struck La Signora squarely.

The impact was devastating. It felt to La Signora as if she had been struck by a massive mountain swung with impossible strength. Several of her ribs shattered instantly, and her body was sent hurtling through the air like a cannonball.

She flew several hundred meters, crashing through sand dunes and scattering them in her wake before finally coming to a stop.

It was a long while before La Signora, wracked with pain, managed to regain her senses.

Looking up at Felina, who hovered coldly in the sky, her pupils quivered with terror.

One strike.

With just a single strike, Felina had made her feel the overwhelming power of a god—the chasm of difference between them.

Clutching her chest, La Signora struggled to her feet, glaring at Felina with eyes full of hatred.

The unmistakable killing intent radiating from Felina filled her with unease.

Yet her pride would not allow her to beg for mercy.

"You… you plan to kill me?!" she spat, desperation creeping into her voice.

"I am a diplomatic envoy of Snezhnaya. If you dare kill me, Snezhnaya will investigate, and your meddling in Sumeru will be exposed!"

"The Heavenly Principles will condemn you for violating the sacred order. Your plans will collapse, and you'll bear the consequences of defying the established rules!"

"That pitiful familiar of yours was nothing but a weak, lowly servant. Are you really willing to risk so much for such a trivial being?"

Her words came out in a frantic rush, desperate to save herself.

But Felina's response was icy and curt:

"Are you finished?"

"What… what do you mean?" La Signora faltered.

Felina raised her hand calmly, her voice as cold as winter frost.

"If you're finished, then die."

Hovering in the air, Felina resembled a divine judge about to deliver her verdict.

Seeing Felina's hand descend without hesitation, La Signora finally panicked.

"No, you—are you insane?! Do you understand what it means to kill me?!"

"I am a Snezhnayan envoy! Stop! I command you to stop!"

Her shrill cries turned to enraged roars as Felina's hand continued its motion.

"You damnable creature! I refuse to die at your hands!"

In a frenzy, La Signora surged forward, her body enveloped in a tempest of ice elemental energy, rushing at Felina like a desperate, cornered beast.

But unlike Aishi's courageous charge, her assault lacked resolve, dignity, and pride. She was not a warrior or a loyal servant.

She was merely a desperate, pathetic soul who could not accept defeat, flailing in a futile last stand.

Felina clenched her raised hand.

In an instant, the surrounding water element swirled violently, forming a massive water cube that trapped La Signora within.

The water cube began to compress, the pressure growing more immense with every passing moment.

La Signora felt her entire body being crushed as though caught in an enormous grinding mill.

Her bones cracked and splintered, shattering under the force.

Without the support of her skeleton, her flesh was squeezed relentlessly, her blood spraying outward and staining the water cube red.

A minute later, the water cube vanished.

All that remained was an unrecognizable lump of flesh that fell to the sand with a sickening thud.

La Signora had been killed by Felina.

Easily, effortlessly killed.

Felina hovered in the air, silent, her emotions an enigma.

No one could discern what she was feeling.

Time passed—how long, no one knew—before she descended from the sky.

Barefoot, still in her nightgown, she walked step by step across the sandy desert until she reached the damp patch of sand that remained.

Lowering her head, she gazed at the water stains at her feet, her expression cold as ice.

She knelt, her fingers brushing against the dampened sand. Bit by bit, she began gathering the sand into her hands.

"Aishi has fallen."

"The Fatui are dealt with. Aaru Village is safe."

She sent a message through the special communication link to inform Viner of the situation. Then, enclosing the collected sand in a bubble of water, she rose into the air and began her journey back to Fontaine.

In the latter half of the night, Felina returned to Fontaine.

Hovering above Fontaine's vast seas, she released the bubble. The sand within it scattered, carried by the wind before falling gently into the ocean.

Thus, she returned the remains of her familiar from foreign soil to rest in Fontaine's waters.

It was the least she could do for Aishi.

Having completed this, she returned to Palais Mermonia.

The sky was still dark, and though the hour invited sleep, Felina had no interest in rest.

She sat quietly at the desk in her room, saying nothing.

Yet the storm brewing on her face betrayed her. She was like a volcano, simmering under intense pressure, ready to erupt at any moment.

Time dragged on.

Suddenly— Bang!

Felina slammed her palm against the desk, the sheer force of it shattering the wood into fragments. Splinters and papers scattered across the room.

"Felina!"

Inside her mind, Furina's voice rang out in alarm.

"Haa…"

Felina pressed her hand to her forehead, exhaling deeply, her expression weary.

"Sorry, Furina. I'm not in a good mood. Did I scare you?"

"It's fine, Felina. I understand how upset you must feel right now."

Furina's voice was gentle, her tone full of understanding.

"You haven't said a word since you left the desert, but I know you've just been forcing yourself to stay calm. You're both furious and heartbroken, aren't you?"

Felina, the ever-poised ruler, had only twice before shown such extreme emotional outbursts: once after learning about Scaramouche's attack, and now.

Because of this, Furina knew Felina wasn't as unshakable as she seemed.

Felina wasn't perfect. She had emotions. She could feel sorrow and rage, just like anyone else.

"There are times when I wish you weren't just another part of me," Furina said softly. "If you were your own person, I could give you a hug when you're feeling like this."

"You don't need to apologize. It's okay."

"You don't have to force yourself to always act like a composed, unshakable god. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to vent your frustrations. It's okay."

"Far from blaming you, I'm actually relieved to see you letting out your emotions."

Furina's gentle words began to chip away at the walls Felina had built. Gradually, she allowed herself to let go, choosing to open up.

Because at the end of the day, Felina was just an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl.

She, too, had feelings. She could be hurt, could feel anger. She, too, carried the full spectrum of human emotions.

Yet for Furina's sake, Felina constantly forced herself to remain composed, rational, and unyielding.

When it came to Aishi, Felina's feelings were… complicated.

When she first learned of Aishi's betrayal, she had wanted to kill her. But after uncovering the reasons behind that betrayal, pity had stayed her hand.

Even after Aishi drank the Primordial Seawater and became her familiar, Felina couldn't truly accept her.

The betrayal was a fact that lingered between them, a thorn that Felina couldn't quite pull out.

The only reason she allowed Aishi to become a familiar was that someone weighed down by guilt was a useful tool.

Felina never expected great deeds from Aishi—she only needed her to fulfill her duties.

In the days that followed, Aishi worked tirelessly, always taking the lead. Felina noticed these efforts, and, bit by bit, began to recognize her.

But the shadow of Aishi's betrayal still lingered, preventing Felina from fully accepting her.

It wasn't until Aishi chose to fight to the death to safeguard Felina's plans in Sumeru, to wash away the shame of her betrayal, that Felina's feelings became utterly conflicted.

Seeing the water that remained on the desert sand, an intense sorrow welled up in her heart, followed by unbridled rage.

Why was she angry?

Aishi's death was one reason.

But what truly infuriated Felina was her own helplessness.

Aishi had gone to the desert on her orders, to provoke tensions between the desert and the rainforest and guide the desert into Fontaine's fold.

In other words, Aishi's mission was one that couldn't see the light of day.

Felina couldn't publicize Aishi's sacrifice—if she did, her plans would be exposed, and the world would know that the Hydro Archon had meddled in another nation's territory.

"She died a hero's death, but as her ruler, I can't even announce her deeds to the world. I can't give her the title of hero!"

"She protected my plans, gave her life for Fontaine's future, yet I can't grant her the honor she deserves!"

"A loyal familiar has fallen for Fontaine, but as its supreme ruler, I can't avenge her in my nation's name!"

"How could I not be enraged?!"

Felina's voice was almost a roar, echoing through the room.

Hearing this, Furina finally understood the root of Felina's anger.

Yes, Aishi's death had saddened and enraged Felina.

But what truly tore at her was her inability to recognize Aishi as the hero she was.

In truth, Felina's rage was directed at her own powerlessness.

"Aishi cared for me for years, and I, too, grieve her passing," Furina said softly.

"But what she wanted wasn't to be Fontaine's hero."

"You know as well as I do that she lived in guilt after leaving my side. She desperately wanted to atone, to earn your approval."

"She didn't need to be declared a hero of Fontaine. All she wanted was to be a hero in your eyes, to be recognized by her god."

"When you mourn her death and lament your inability to name her a hero, you've already given her the recognition she sought, haven't you?"

"She fought valiantly and redeemed herself. She died free of guilt, with pride in her heart."

"As her god, shouldn't we be happy for her? Shouldn't we bless her spirit?"

Furina's soothing words helped calm Felina's turbulent emotions.

"Haah…"

Felina exhaled deeply, her anger subsiding.

"Thank you, Furina."

She smiled, her expression lighter. "But I must say, Furina, you've really grown. It seems the roles have reversed—I was meant to comfort you, yet now you're the one comforting me."

"Hehe, as long as it helps," Furina replied. "You and I are one and the same. Helping and comforting each other has always been mutual, not solely your responsibility."

The two girls smiled.

At that moment, perhaps they both realized something.

Furina was kind and gentle, but her position as a god could break her if not balanced. Felina's resolute decisiveness provided the courage Furina needed.

Felina, on the other hand, was resolute and ruthless. Her role demanded prolonged cold calculation, which could one day strip away her humanity.

They were two halves of a complementary whole.

Felina's firmness and logic shielded Furina from collapse.

Furina's kindness and warmth softened Felina, ensuring she wouldn't lose herself in icy pragmatism.

Before meeting Felina, Furina had been timid and insecure, fearing judgment from others.

But after meeting Felina, she became brave and confident.

Felina, scarred by her childhood, distrusted everyone and believed solely in self-preservation, devoid of warmth.

But after meeting Furina, she began to thaw, her coldness gradually melting into something softer.

Furina became more like Felina, while Felina became more like Furina.

Their existence shaped and changed each other.

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