Mountains of official documents nearly submerged the large desk.
The rustling sound of a quill tip gliding across paper was the only continuous background noise in this luxurious palace.
Until a particularly lively breeze passed through the heavy stained-glass window and swirled around the figure buried in paperwork in the center of the room.
It delivered a whisper, carrying the scent of wine and Cecilia flowers, to his ear.
The pen tip paused.
“…
Huh?
”
Behind the desk, the monarch of Snezhnaya, the Emperor of all spirits — Morgan Snezhnaya, slowly raised his head.
An Aqua-style blank expression appeared on his handsome face; clearly, he had been dazed by reviewing documents.
Unlike the proud, cold, and inviolably majestic White Tsar known to the outside world.
Beneath this highly deceptive, elegant skin resided a soul from the third dimension.
Morgan, or rather, Morgan, was an unlucky Fourth Descender.
His life as an art student studying abroad in Russia ended due to the famous shoddy light industry of the Russians.
A wooden bed that suddenly collapsed in his sleep, and an exposed wooden stake that pierced his heart with precision.
This death was so absurd that even his peers who transmigrated via car accidents would be silenced; the Great Fortune lost out on a performance record.
What was even more bizarre was that he did not descend directly into Teyvat, but instead took a detour through the Honkai: Star Rail universe.
He went from being a meme lifeform belonging to [Remembrance] to becoming a Tuner under [Harmony], and later jumped ship to the [Trailblaze] Astral Express.
Those days were colorful; he had forged a deep friendship with the little raccoons (referring to the grey-haired Stelle siblings) by dumpster diving and eating red soil together.
He was once committed to adapting all famous music into Hakimi songs, echoing throughout the universe, but unfortunately, the great cause collapsed halfway.
Because a disaster caused the Astral Express Crew to scatter, Morgan had to become a refugee, crashing into the borders of Teyvat and honorably joining the ranks of the “Descenders”.
Perhaps because he was too deeply immersed in the Honkai: Star Rail world, Morgan not only learned the “craziness” of the Path-crazed individuals but also engraved the abstract spirit into his DNA.
Now, honored as the Cryo Archon and Lord of Spirits, in private, he was an out-and-out prankster, for instance, right now — —
Morgan slammed the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, leaned back into the soft high-backed chair, and let out a cry of liberation.
” Stuck here every day reviewing these damn documents, governing this crappy…
vast territory that can’t even grow many potatoes yet!
I’m about to turn into a Mushroom!
”
He stood up abruptly, walked around the table piled with files, and picked up the violin beside him.
With no one else around, he did not need to maintain the image of a Archon.
” Vacation time!
Can go out and play!
A gathering of The Seven, this is the first generation of The Seven!
”
A sharp “Screech — —” tore through the air.
Outside the door, the spirit guards and messengers were all stunned for a moment, then revealed intoxicated expressions.
” What a beautiful melody…
” the young secretary sighed softly, ” His Majesty is composing a new song again.
”
They could not hear the real “sawing of wood,” only the melodious movement filtered by [Tuning].
Clear and cold as an ice spring, yet carrying the vastness of the northern snows.
This was the “craft” Morgan brought from the Honkai: Star Rail universe: even if he was playing the “Song of the Mentally Ill,” in the ears of others, it would turn into elegant art.
This was the manifestation of his power as the [Archon of Art and Literature].
[Tuning], an ability similar to Sunday’s, could boost morale on the battlefield, add to the fun at banquets, and even turn abstract sounds into heavenly music.
This was also one of the important means by which Morgan won the Archon Battle Royale.
Of course, this ability could not be applied to official documents, otherwise he would have long since turned the reviewing of memorials into a large-scale symphony performance.
[light cone], his old profession when he was a Memokeeper, was a memory encapsulation mechanism that sliced and preserved precious memories.
Black Swan used divination to add mystery to light cones, while Ruan Mei used photography to create them.
And Morgan utilized his skills as an art student from his past life, using painting to record moments worth remembering.
As for literature, to help the spirits rebel and build a nation, Morgan used a writing style that combined the masterpieces of his past life with web novels, imparting knowledge through storytelling.
There were many clever ones among the spirits, and this awakened their courage to not want to become slaves.
The spirits believed that Morgan’s words possessed special magic, capable of bestowing courage and wisdom upon people.
In reality, the spirits had enlightened themselves; the reputation of Morgan was more of a misunderstanding.
Of course, the stories and things he wrote were too advanced for this era, and coupled with his experience of traveling the stars, it was not surprising that he could write works that stirred the spirits’ emotions.
The violin music gradually ceased.
After finishing his outburst, he returned to being that elegant and noble monarch.
Refreshing!
Don’t laugh at him either.
This kind of love for music is better than the two Astral Express siblings dumpster diving and getting covered in dirt.
Everyone has their own hobbies, just like Seelie enjoy guiding humans to find treasure chests; what’s wrong with the Cryo Archon liking Hakimi songs?
He walked to the window, reached out, and grasped the breeze that had not yet fully dispersed.
The core of Barbatos’s message was simple: the war is over, The Seven victors, should we gather in Liyue and get to know each other?
Morgan’s fingertips condensed tiny ice crystals, gently wrapping the Tail of the wind, and he spoke in an elegant and long-winded spirit language:
” Lord Barbatos, the news you bring is as delightful as the melting snow of spring.
The war has ceased, and The Seven are established; such a moment worthy of commemoration, if limited only to drinking between Archons, would be too lonely.
If we could turn this day into a festival for all beings of Teyvat to celebrate together.
Let joyful songs flow through every stream, let laughter spread over every field, perhaps that would better manifest the radiance of the new era…
”
He spoke for a full two minutes, his words extremely elegant and poetic, fitting the status of a Archon.
Translated into human language, it meant: Agreeing to have a drink, but what’s the point if only us Archons are having fun?
Why not make it a Teyvat-wide celebration, let everyone come and play!
After speaking, he used snow to speed up that breeze, pushing it towards Mondstadt like a delivery package: ” Go!
”
The wind slipped away, carrying a long string of elegant and wordy spirit language.
After doing all this, Morgan felt like a high school student who had just been told their summer vacation was extended after suffering through a month of finals; his whole body felt light enough to float away.
Finally, he could take a temporary vacation.
” The living The Seven…
” He paced back to the desk, looking at the remaining pile of documents, and suddenly felt they all looked quite pleasing to the eye.
” And the limited edition Greater Lord Rukkhadevata that I haven’t met, the first Electro Archon, Hydro Archon, Pyro Archon…
Oh, I am one of them too.
”
Before transmigrating, Morgan was also a player of both Genshin and Honkai: Star Rail, but unfortunately, he transmigrated at the end of the Natlan version and was completely in the dark about the situation in Snezhnaya.
He had seen too many tragedies and abstract behaviors in the crazy world of Honkai: Star Rail.
How beautiful Teyvat is, a fairytale world wrapped in gentleness.
Even the Heavenly Principles’ nails looked pleasing to the eye; at least they gave people a quick end.
Unlike the Swarm Disaster, where a sentient being watches themselves slowly turn into an ignorant arthropod; how terrifying that is.
Morgan had built his own empire in this world, and he was quite proud of it.
Cryo Archon, Protector of all spirits, Lord of Spirits, Emperor of Azure Star, White Tsar, Tuner of the Snowy Kingdom, Archon of Art and Literature — Morgan Snezhnaya.
Naming himself after the country, who else could do it!
After finishing his outburst, it was time to think about serious matters.
” Who should I take?
Anastasia must be brought along…
What gifts should I prepare?
State gifts and gifts for each Archon must be prepared separately…
Who will look after the house when I leave?
Those documents…
”
The excitement was instantly crushed by half by reality.
He let out a wail, ruffling his meticulously groomed white hair.
” When will this crappy place stop making me worry…
”
The barrenness of Snezhnaya always reminded him of the Russians from his past life — the birthplace of suffering literature wasn’t called that for nothing.
Unifying the spirit clans was great, but the empty national treasury was also real.
He had even started to worry recently whether he would start losing hair like a programmer.
” Forget it, reply to the message first.
”
He sat back in his seat, his expression becoming noble and cold again, as if the person who had almost jumped up just a moment ago was not him.