“So you came in here during your nap to slack off?” Ren played along with Amber’s change of subject.
After all, today’s results were already quite substantial; pushing further would be too hasty.
There must be a limit to everything.
Although Ren didn’t care much for worldly social conventions now, he would make an exception for cute girls like Amber.
When facing a real person, even Ren, whose mental state was currently abnormal, still possessed a measure of patience and respect.
Though not much, admittedly.
He had to give Amber some breathing room.
Since she was a girl, he couldn’t be too urgent; he had to be somewhat considerate and gentle.
He couldn’t be impatient—as the saying goes, ‘haste makes waste,’ and the same applied to treating girls.
“Hehe, I really did want to come in and relax.” As she said this, Amber gave Ren a somewhat resentful look.
Speaking of relaxation, she really had just relaxed in a very unexpected way.
Not to mention, Amber, who had never experienced such a soaring sensation before, felt a tiny bit of fear, a lot of shyness, and a sense of being overwhelmed.
Her feelings were quite complex and very novel to her.
But the problem was, Amber had originally entered this magical world intending to fly freely and happily to relax; she hadn’t considered *this* kind of relaxation.
“In the past, whenever I was upset, I liked to go out alone and fly freely in the sky with my Wind Glider.” Amber took Ren’s outstretched hand and was pulled up, looking at the sky of this miniature Mondstadt with some emotion.
“What a coincidence.
Here, you can fly even more freely—you can even fly inside Mondstadt.” Saying this, Ren pointed toward the Cathedral.
“I’m the boss here.
Everyone else is just an NPC with fixed programming.
You don’t have to care about any rules at all.
Enjoy absolute freedom and fly however you want.” “Really?!” Amber’s eyes lit up.
Hearing that she could fly freely over Mondstadt, this little rabbit of freedom immediately forgot everything that had just happened.
Heaven knows, in reality, she had her gliding license revoked by Acting Grand Master Jean countless times for violating flight regulations in Mondstadt.
It could be said that Amber made an indelible contribution to the refinement and perfection of Mondstadt’s gliding regulations.
“Honestly, if it wasn’t for the Dvalin matter being so urgent last time, I would have wanted to enjoy myself long ago!” Heaven knows, in such a magical place where she didn’t have to worry about falling and hitting someone, or hurting herself if she fell, Amber’s failure to fly freely during her last visit was truly a testament to her identity as an Outrider of the Knights of Favonius.
If our Acting Grand Master saw such a responsible Outrider, she would surely shed a tear of bittersweet relief.
It’s rare—the child has grown up and is finally causing less worry.
“Besides not having to worry about hitting people (gliding falls deal no DMG to pedestrians and non-hostile NPCs) and not worrying about getting injured from a fall (I’ve locked your health), I have over a dozen styles of Wind Gliders for you to choose from.
Exotic styles, everything you could want.
You can fly however you like in Mondstadt, and whatever wind you want, I’ll adjust it for you.” “Wow, you’re so nice, Ren.” Caught up in the excitement, Amber proactively gave Ren a hug on the spot.
Indeed, the carrot and the stick—how could Ren not understand this principle?
Although applying this logic here seemed a bit off, the underlying principle was the same.
It was all about making Amber accustomed to Ren’s intimacy, even to the point of developing a sense of anticipation.
For example, subconsciously forming the association: intimacy for a while = pleasant mood.
When in reality, it was: enjoying flight = pleasant mood.
Ren was also a professional at bait-and-switch concepts.
He just felt like this whole process was very familiar, as if he had used it before he transmigrated.
Where was it from?
—Oh right, I wonder how Huanhuan, the dog I raised for nine years at home, is doing now.
Completely unaware of Ren’s rather rude thoughts, Amber impatiently pulled Ren toward the entrance of the Favonius Cathedral, talking as they ran.
“Let me tell you, I’ve been eyeing the Anemo Archon Statue in front of the Cathedral for a long time.
The moment I first saw it, I knew that taking off from Lord Barbatos’s hands would definitely be the best take-off point in Mondstadt.” However, considering that doing so in reality would be far too much of a challenge to the nerves of the sisters in the Cathedral, Amber had forcibly suppressed her bold ideas.
But now, she was being pulled along by Ren, who said things like, “Let’s confirm for you that these sisters really don’t care,” and then, right in front of Sister Grace who was preaching before the statue, she tasted the Schrödinger’s lipstick once again.
In the midst of her busy moment, Amber glanced at Sister Grace, who didn’t even have a change in expression and was still calmly saying things like, “May the wind lead…” While a sense of transgression welled up in her heart, she also finally confirmed that there were no taboos in this world.
Having grown somewhat accustomed to this level of exploration from Ren, Amber silently cautioned herself in her heart.
Even though Ren kept emphasizing—or simply enticing and clearly indicating—that this world was free of taboos and offered a completely bottomless freedom, She, who ultimately still lived in the real world, could not truly discard all the rules and boundaries in her heart.
Even the most freedom-loving Mondstadter knew that some things simply shouldn’t be done.
The freedom advocated by Lord Barbatos was not a freedom without limits.
However, it had to be said that a world where no consequences needed to be considered, where it was clearly stated that reality would not be affected, and where no worries were necessary, was truly too beautiful and too forbidden.
Amber didn’t know how much longer she could maintain her true self.
In the end, whether she could guide Ren toward a better path or if Ren would completely paint her in his colors was hard to say—it was even quite discouraging.
Amber could only draw a line for herself in her heart, telling herself that reality belongs to reality and dreams belong to dreams; she had to distinguish between them properly.
But even so, Amber feared that one day she would completely collapse and be unable to tell reality from illusion.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”