“Haha, hahahaha!
I—I’ve never felt this refreshed in my entire life.
Ren, thank you.
I feel like the weight that’s been pressed down in my heart since Grandfather disappeared is finally gone.” After lying on the ground with Ren for a while, and even quietly listening to Sister Grace’s sermon for a bit, Amber suddenly blurted this out.
Turning onto her side, Amber looked at Ren with eyes full of smiles.
Ren could guarantee that such an outpouring of emotion was not something a soulless NPC could produce.
As for Amber, other things aside, at this very moment, she was truly grateful to the God for allowing her to enter such a wonderful dream world.
—Of course, whether she would still think so later when facing Ren alone again was another matter.
After all, human emotions are never static; they can change based on the atmosphere, environment, physical state, and hormone levels.
Your thoughts are not under your own control, but are governed by a complex equation where various factors overlap to form what you believe to be a thought entirely of your own making.
Enough of that, back to Amber.
In truth, Amber was under a lot of psychological pressure at this time.
Don’t be fooled by how lively, enthusiastic, and brave she usually acts, as if no difficulty could ever stump this little rabbit.
She was like Mondstadt’s central air conditioner, always warming and moving others; there was never a moment when Mondstadt’s best Outrider was seen with a long face.
In reality, Amber’s pressure was no less than that of Eula, who bore the weight of her clan and the cold words of those around her, or Collei, who endured illness, the remnants of a God’s hatred, and the malice of the Fatui.
The grandfather who had doted on her since childhood had suddenly vanished; the position of Outrider, which was honorable because of him, became controversial within the Knights of Favonius; undercurrents surged within the Knights, and she was the only member of the Outrider team— All of these were weights on Amber’s shoulders.
But only in this allogene world, where she was explicitly told she didn’t have to bear any responsibility and only needed to enjoy herself freely, could Amber stop worrying about so many troublesome things.
It was a dream, after all.
If one had to be restrained even while dreaming, could they still be called the Mondstadters who once resisted the Decarabian, the God of Storms!
‘Oh no, I might really not be able to hold out for much longer.’ Having just experienced a spectacle that only a God-level power could sustain in reality, Amber found that her heart rate simply wouldn’t slow down.
The balance between her and Ren was far too skewed.
Relying on her bond alone to bind an existence like Ren—who possessed such powerful, terrifying strength and had no checks or balances—was simply not realistic.
On the contrary, in a land where Gods exist, what mortal could resist being so favored by a God-like being?
Even if one could maintain their sanity for a short time, if this continued, it was only a matter of time before they were molded into the other person’s image.
If Amber had previously tried her best not to think about a future where Acting Grand Master Jean and the others also entered this world, she was now seriously considering whether she should drag a friend or two in to help.
However, Amber’s train of thought was immediately interrupted because Ren asked, “Do you want to go again?” Amber nodded almost without thinking.
“Yes!” In the next instant, the hurricane that seemed ready to destroy all of Mondstadt appeared once more.
Such a powerful force, which would cause a nation massive headaches on the real Teyvat continent, was at this moment merely a tool to make a Damselette smile.
This extravagant behavior caused Amber to immediately cast aside all her reservations and worries.
To hell with the future; as long as she was happy now, it was fine.
There were enough troubles in reality; at the very least, Amber wanted to be free in her dreams.
But it was like the relativity of time.
A person’s life is always lived amidst troubles, and happy times are always fleeting.
After falling weightlessly from the sky once more onto the roof of a house in Mondstadt covered in Philanemo Mushrooms, Amber opened her eyes with a heart full of anticipation, but what she saw was no longer Ren’s expression that had already begun to mesmerize her.
The Outrider of the Knights of Favonius opened her eyes again to see her best friend looking at her with concern.
The Spindrift Knight of the Knights of Favonius, Eula Lawrence.
“Amber, are you alright?
You’ve been grinning like an idiot for a while now, and—” Mid-sentence, Eula hesitated, as if holding back.
But since she hesitated, she didn’t say it.
However, Amber saw the change in Eula’s expression clearly and soon noticed something was wrong.
Seeing that Eula was about to leave, Amber got a bit anxious.
She turned her head stiffly and grabbed Eula, who wanted to step away for a moment, trying to explain herself word by word.
“If I said this was because I flew too wildly in that world, would you believe me?” “Mm, I believe you.” Eula showed a smile gentler than she ever had before.
The Gliding Champion of Mondstadt would wet the bed because she flew too wildly?
This joke was colder than the legendary cold jokes of Sumeru’s King of Cold Jokes.
Seeing her best friend’s expression, Amber knew Eula definitely didn’t believe her explanation.
But Amber was truly wronged.
If you were to say that something really happened with Ren in this dream…
fine, a tiny bit did happen, but it didn’t go all the way.
In short, it really was because the flying was too crazy that even she, the Gliding Champion, lost bodily control for a few moments.
After all, even the Gliding Champion of Mondstadt would end up like this if they fell from Celestia to Mondstadt in three seconds via spatial acceleration, all under the glaring gaze of an unfamiliar white-haired deity.
Recalling the suicidal idea she had proposed for the final flight in the dream, and how Ren had satisfied her bold request on the spot, Amber wanted to cover her face.
Facing Eula’s increasingly gentle smile, she blurted out the truth.
“You have to believe me!
Even if I am Mondstadt’s Gliding Champion, falling straight from Celestia to the ground is bound to cause some kind of reaction, right?!” “Mm-hmm.” However, in response, Eula’s expression was incredibly sincere, as if she truly trusted the excuse Amber gave.
But Amber only felt things were falling apart even more.
After a long while, Amber lowered her head: “Um, is there anywhere in the city that sells diapers?” “Actually, in your situation, I think arranging a water bed might be better—after all, it’s easier to clean up.”
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!”