Actually, she knew the probability of what was going on.
This inexplicable transmigration wouldn’t really have tuned all her parameters to be exactly the same as Furina’s, would it?
Even the Vision could be used by the other party…
are they shared?
This is too unreliable!
Fortunately, it’s Furina; if it were some old schemer, I’d be in trouble.
“Oh, is that so?” Unexpectedly, Eris thought Furina would refute it, but she didn’t expect her to actually believe it.
It seems she really is like a sister to me, Furina thought to herself.
Even the Vision is interchangeable; she must have been created by Focalors too!
Thinking of this, she grabbed Eris’s hand, pressed her whole body against her, rubbed her face against hers, and said with squinted eyes: “Remember, from today on, I am the big sister!
You are the little sister!”
“No, what are you talking about?” Eris was confused.
“What big sister, little sister?”
“I don’t care, I am the big sister!” Furina, who had never experienced familial affection, declared: I don’t care what you think, I only care what I think.
“Now, let me take you to tour Fontaine.
Where should we go first…” Furina excitedly pulled her hand and walked out, ignoring the surprised and delighted people of Fontaine along the way.
“Hmm, let’s go to the Beaumont Department Store in the Nabon District first!”
“I still need to go to a clothing store to get some custom outfits made for you.
There’s a place called Chiori’s House that’s quite good.
Oh, and I also need to take you to pick out some perfume you like.”
“Remember, if you see anything you like, just buy it.
Big Sister will pay!”
“No thanks, no thanks!” Eris’s face turned green upon hearing this.
“I hate shopping!!!”
“How could any girl hate shopping?” Furina looked completely incredulous.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious!” Eris, giving up on trying to explain, said, “Besides, I’m not a girl.
I’m a guy…
at least my soul is!”
Furina glanced sideways at her.
Do you think I believe that?
She might be a little…
um, unrefined, but she looks like a standard girl in every way.
It’s probably just because she’s new to the world, just like I was five hundred years ago, and she’s just unfamiliar with things.
Focalors is a genuine girl, too; how could she possibly mold a boy in her own image?
As for the excuse about hating shopping…
Furina figured she was just purely lazy.
She could tell.
Yes, Eris hated shopping because she was lazy, that was true…
but she wasn’t lying at all about her gender!
But Furina didn’t believe it.
Seeing her so resistant, Furina softened.
“Alright, alright, if you don’t want to go, we won’t.
Where do you want to go, then?
I’ll take you there.”
But internally, she felt smug.
*Heh, you stinky little sister, you really have no idea about the authority of the Hydro Archon!*
Shopping?
What a trivial matter.
Couldn’t she just have someone deliver everything to the door?
She could get clothes in her size, and every kind of girl’s necessity, like perfume, just get a set of everything…
“Let’s go to the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol.” Hearing this, Eris chose work over shopping.
“We need to show our faces.”
“Alright, alright, the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol it is.
Though, the Court of Fontaine is going to be in chaos soon.”
Furina took Eris’s hand, walking along the streets of Fontaine.
“This time, too many people have been implicated.
Even the Special Security and Surveillance Patrol will be busy making arrests for quite a while.”
“To be able to erase the serial numbers on Clockwork Meka and deliver them to Vacher without leaking a single bit of information, that’s certainly not something a few people could achieve,” Eris replied.
“These people aren’t necessarily just greedy for the meager benefits Vacher brings them.”
“Sinthe is, after all, a contraband item.
No matter how high the profit margins are, the money earned is limited.
For the group following Vacher and some low-level officials, those figures might be enough for them to risk their lives, but for those nobles who have lived in Fontaine for hundreds of years, they have much more legal and stable sources of income.”
“To commit such evil acts for just a bit of Mora, the cost and the return are disproportionate.” She looked at Furina.
“They are targeting you.
This is a test of the Hydro Archon.”
Furina shivered slightly upon hearing this, but the Vision at her waist gave her a bit of confidence.
“Can I borrow your Vision?”
Ultimately, she was insecure.
A god without divine power could only rely on flowery words to intimidate the petty, weaving a set of laws called Order to cover it up, making a show of trapping her own power in a cage to establish authority for this set of laws.
Those people might not have the guts to doubt the authenticity of her identity as a god, but they certainly had the guts to test whether the Hydro Archon could truly uphold her own justice, even when a case as massive as the serial disappearances occurred, without intervening with divine power, relying solely on the people of Fontaine to solve the case.
The main thing was that Furina’s performance over the past five hundred years had been too deeply ingrained in people’s hearts, to the point where those people actually dared to commit such acts of overstepping.
If this were any other nation, they would have been finished long ago.
Oh, Sumeru doesn’t count.
“It’s best not to,” Eris shook her head, explaining.
“The elemental power of a Vision ultimately has a qualitative difference from the level of a god.
It’s fine if you don’t use it, but if you do…
it’s really easy for someone with ulterior motives to spot the flaw.”
“Just leave it to me.
You remain the Hydro Archon who upholds justice, and while I am an avatar of the Hydro Archon, I have only used a Vision and have not utilized any divine power.”
“In the eyes of others, even if you are maintaining your own justice, there are times when you can’t stand it and step in personally.
This can make many people with ideas stop completely before that line.”
“You have persisted for five hundred years; we cannot let your hard work go to waste!”
Hearing this, Furina was moved to tears.
My goodness, five hundred years.
Finally, someone understands my pain!
If the occasion weren’t inappropriate, she would have buried herself in her little sister’s arms and shed some pearls!
“We must support Chevreuse now.
The reason those people dare to fund Vacher so unscrupulously is that they believe, given their power, that even if Vacher is caught, they can make him shut up for good.”
“We must prevent that from happening.
Vacher must die by the due process of the law!”