Princess Fischl

Chapter 6

Having heard the guard, I did not risk firing a shot and, thanks to my pumped-up control, managed to dispel the energy ready to launch and removed the arrow from the bowstring.

- Aren't you smart enough to guess that if your technique was able to damage SUCH a target, then it means you shouldn't continue training it here? And if your aim had gone wrong? Can you even imagine what would have happened to a passerby or even just a building that such an attack would have hit? - The guard began to scold me on the go.

- Sorry. - I apologized, admitting my mistake, after all, he was right, and if I had destroyed a target made of such material, then I certainly wouldn't have gotten a pat on the head.

- Oh, okay, I see that you repent, but you'll have to go with me to Master Jin. - The guard sighed helplessly.

- Do you also constantly forget that the master of the Ordo Favonius is not Djinn, but Varka? - I asked curiously, meanwhile hiding the bow in the system space.

- Now shut up. - the knight said sharply, and then leaned in and whispered. - Usually I would not say something like this, but I see that you have a great future in our ranks, so in fact, Djinn Gunnhild has long ago signed a document appointing her as the master of the Ordo Favonius, it's just that the former master Varka, when she was tired, slipped this document to her for signature without letting her read it.

- Seriously?! - I exclaimed in shock.

- Quiet you. - the knight hissed at me. - Your raven already attracts too much attention.

- Milady, I think I will agree with this sir and suggest that we hurry to the master's office. - said Oz, who had been flying through the ranks with his dreams.

- Good. - I agreed, then slightly quickening my pace, I turned to the escort. - So why has no one told the master yet? Isn't it too cruel to her.

- No one wants to be the one to tell the master this news, and soon we will have an Expedition and most would prefer to go on it than admit their knowledge of the appointment.

- It seems that Mr. Diluc was right about you. - I frowned, having lost at least some respect for the ordinary knights of the Ordo Favonius.

- Diluc? Are you talking about the owner of the distillery? Has he returned yet? - the knight asked in surprise.

- No, he just crossed paths with my parents. - I wriggled out, realizing that I had said a little too much.

- So what did Mr. Diluc say about us? - the guy asked curiously when we reached Jeanne's office.

- Uh. He said that you are very freedom-loving. - Well, you can't tell me that the knights of the Ordo Favonius are good for nothing, and before the knight could ask anything else, I knocked on the door.

- Come in. - a female voice was heard from the other side.

- Master, may I report. The owner of the vision, the damaged electro element simulator has been delivered. - the knight stepped forward and finished his short report. - May I leave?

- Go. - Djinn dismissed the guard, and then sighed heavily and looked at me. - You only received the eye of God yesterday, how did you manage to damage the simulator already?

- Well, I just didn't calculate how much the arrow's penetrating power would increase under the acceleration of the Electro element. - I was slightly embarrassed.

- I see. - Djinn sighed again, remembering a certain little elf with the pyro eye of God. - Would you like to join the Ordo Favonius?

- Excuse me, Master. - Having heard the word "magister" from my interlocutor, her eyebrow twitched noticeably. - But I want to become an adventurer, and in the future visit all corners of Taivat, but even so I promise that as long as it is necessary, I will come to the defense of Mondstadt, even if it is necessary to defeat the dragon.

- I see, I respect your choice, but I cannot allow you to train with the eye of God on the training ground, judging by everything, your elemental skills are too destructive, and I would prefer that your explosion of elements become known in a place where you will not harm others.

- Explosion of elements? - I asked the master again, after all, I thought that elemental skills and explosion of elements were a game convention.

- You have not heard of the explosion of elements? - Jean was surprised, and then, realizing, she added. - It is true that you only received the eye of God yesterday.

- So let's do it this way, tomorrow, at about 10 o'clock, come to the library, I'll ask our librarian to teach you a little, and in the meantime you can still practice at the training ground, but without using the eye of God, okay?

- Okay. Thank you very much. If you suddenly need reconnaissance from the air, feel free to contact me, Oz and I can exchange vision. - I thanked the master. After all, getting Lisa as a teacher would be extremely useful.

- Exchange vision, right? Is it somehow connected with the fact that your eye and its coloring became golden?

- Oh, not exactly, there is a slightly complicated situation, and you still won't believe it. - I tried to talk my way out of it, not realizing that in a world where gods literally walk among people, such words only fuel interest.

- And you try, I'm interested.

- Well, as you say, allow me to introduce myself, I am Princess of Condemnation Fischl von Luftschloss-Narfidort and yesterday I had a vision through this eye about a wanderer who came from another world and together with the falcon of the west, the god of wind and the swordsman in whose heart a flame burns will save one of the guardians of the four winds from madness. - Having taken an epic pose, I raised my hand to my left eye, creating a glowing effect with the element of Electro, and spoke as pathetically as possible.

- I see. - Jean sighed again, clearly not believing it at all. - You can go.

- Goodbye! - Having said goodbye cheerfully, I left the master's office and headed back to the training ground.

- Milady, I don't think they believed you. - Oz said.

- Well, okay, I just didn't know what to say in principle, and it's not a fact that the searching twin would be Lumin, and not Eater. And I always wanted to play the role of a prophet. - That's how we cheerfully chatted with Oz as we returned to the training ground.