Honestly, Jean was just a Damselette in her early twenties who had been forced into the role of Acting Grand Master.
Far from being a mature Lionfang Knight, as a mere Dandelion Knight, she was facing hardships even more severe than those faced by her idol, Vennessa, a thousand years ago.
—After all, back then, Vennessa actually had the Anemo Archon who could use divine power to back him up.
But according to Amber’s introduction, it was already quite good if the Anemo Archon didn’t hold them back now.
If it were just a matter of Dvalin, Jean could have resolved it one way or another despite the difficulties.
The poison of the Abyss was indeed a trouble, but Teyvat locals weren’t completely without options.
It wasn’t as if those toxins couldn’t be neutralized without the Traveler protagonist from the original story.
At worst, they could suppress it first, seal it, or use other methods.
The foundation of the Knights of Favonius was not just what was shown in the game.
Even if the main force of the Knights of Favonius had gone on an expedition with Grand Master Varka, the remaining power left behind was still very strong.
By paying a certain price, they could have resolved this incident.
But this involved their own God of freedom who clearly wasn’t doing his job, an ill-intentioned Snezhnayan delegation, and the Abyss Order, the enemy of the entire continent.
This made it a much bigger deal.
Thinking of these complex and troublesome internal affairs, even Jean, the superwoman of Mondstadt, clutched her head in a headache for a moment and let out a helpless complaint.
“Lord Barbatos, is this also a trial from you?” “Uh, well, that wasn’t exactly my intention.” “???!!!” The sudden voice startled everyone in the room.
However, when they saw the green figure that suddenly appeared, they felt it was quite normal.
Although he seemed quite irresponsible in the original plot, as a wisp of the Thousand Winds and the God of Winds who could listen to the whispers in the wind, Barbatos was definitely the most well-informed deity in this world.
If he wanted to, he could actually know anything—at least within the borders of Mondstadt.
After all, the Grand Symphony of a thousand years was not just a furnishing.
“Ah, Lord Barbatos!” Amber, who had personally seen him in another world, cried out in surprise, confirming the others’ suspicions.
The one who suddenly appeared was none other than the God of Winds, Barbatos himself, who was sharply criticized by his own familiar for not doing his job and was disliked by everyone among his acquaintances.
“Lord Barbatos, why are you here?” Jean didn’t stay seated either.
She stood up quite decisively and looked respectfully at the object of the Mondstadters’ faith.
In any case, this was the deity that Jean and her sister Barbara had loved and respected since childhood.
Even if her image of him was slightly shattered after hearing Amber’s previous description, it didn’t hinder Jean’s faith in Barbatos.
However, Venti was clearly a bit speechless.
He looked at the pile of items on the floor that even a deity would find ridiculous and rubbed the back of his head in distress.
“I was originally hungover at Windrise—ahem, I mean, sleeping soundly—but the breeze brought me some unsettling news.
The aura and power of too many old friends are gathered here.
The presence is so strong it’s like someone is slapping me in the face.
I had to come.” Venti indicated that the pile of stuff in their room was like a functioning nuclear reactor.
The power and fluctuations radiating outward were something even he, the God of Winds who could directly obtain information from the Thousand Winds, couldn’t ignore.
If this were in Inazuma, even that shut-in country girl would have to crawl out of the Plane of Euthymia to see what was going on.
But that curious glance led to a realization.