Paimon watched his actions, his eyes widening more and more.
“Oh oh oh, I understand!”
He began to translate again: “You mean the new Dendro Archon, that is, Lesser Lord Kusanali, was locked up by that Grand Sage person of the Akademiya when she was just born!”
After hearing this, Amid was completely stunned.
He maintained the posture of one little claw pointing at the sky, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide round.
Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
‘What?’
‘The things I just gestured, I couldn’t even understand myself, and you actually understood?!’
He looked at Paimon in disbelief, his little head filled with big questions.
But he soon recovered.
Regardless, Paimon had guessed right.
He immediately withdrew his shocked expression and began to clap for Paimon.
“Bi!
Bi!
Bi!”
His little claws slapped loudly, with an expression of “You’re pretty good.”
Nahida also raised his head, looking at Paimon, the corners of his mouth curving up.
He also raised his hands and clapped gently.
“That’s very impressive, Paimon,” he said softly, his voice filled with a smile.
“You guessed right.”
Paimon was a bit embarrassed by the praise from both, his little face slightly flushed, and he scratched his head.
“Hehehe~” he smiled bashfully.
“Just good luck, just good luck.”
Aether and Tighnari, however, did not laugh.
Both were silent.
Lesser Lord Kusanali was born five hundred years ago, a god who had just been born, imprisoned by her own people for five hundred years?
This is simply—
Tighnari couldn’t describe what that feeling was.
He was a subject of the Dendro Archon. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Since he was a child, he knew that Lesser Lord Kusanali was the guardian of Sumeru.
Although the Dendro Archon rarely appeared, and the Akademiya said it was because she was “reclusive,” he had never doubted it.
But now someone told him—no, a little creature told him—that the Dendro Archon was imprisoned.
Imprisoned for five hundred years.
Tighnari’s expression was very grim.
His hands clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again; his ears drooped, and his tail hung down listlessly.
“To think it would be like this…” he said in a low voice, his voice carrying suppressed anger.
“I originally thought Lesser Lord Kusanali was just reclusive…
The Grand Sage and the others, they actually dared to do such a thing!”
As a subject of the Dendro Archon, hearing this news, he only felt a fire burning from the bottom of his heart.
Aether also frowned.
But he wasn’t just shocked; he was more confused.
He looked at Amid, his gaze becoming sharp.
“Amid.”
He spoke, his voice calm, but the question was not simple.
“Why do you know so much?”
He paused, then added: “You were only born two days ago.”
Once this question came out, Tighnari and Paimon also realized it.
That’s right.
Amid was only born two days ago.
A two-day-old cub, and he had been running away for these two days; how could he know about the Dendro Archon being imprisoned?
Paimon’s eyes narrowed, his little face filled with suspicion.
(≖_≖)
He flew in front of Amid, arms crossed, with an expression of “I’m going to interrogate you properly.”
“That’s right,” he said slowly.
“You were just born not long ago; how do you know so many things?”
He paused, his little face stiffening.
“You’re lying to us, right?”
He raised one hand, making a waving motion—the meaning was clear: lying means getting hit; lying means getting spanked.
Amid looked at him, momentarily choked.
‘Damn it, miscalculated.’
‘How do I explain?’
His brain spun rapidly.
Then, a flash of inspiration hit him.
His gaze fell on a large tree nearby.
With a flap of his wings, he flew over, plastered himself onto the tree trunk, and hugged the tree with his little claws.
Then he turned his head, looked at Paimon, and patted the big tree.
“Bi!
Bi bi bi!”
‘The tree told me!
It’s the tree!’
The more he thought about it, the more perfect he felt this explanation was.
Venti could know everything in Teyvat through the wind, and Azhdaha could see the memories of rocks.
Then, as a God of the Forest, wasn’t it normal for him to be able to know information through trees?
Perfect!
Flawless!
Paimon looked at his tree-hugging posture, stunned for a moment.
Then he tried to interpret it: “You mean…
you learned this information through the trees?”
Amid nodded frantically.
“Bi!
Bi!”
‘Right, right, right!
It’s the trees!’
Paimon blinked, his little face filled with Confusion.
“But how is that possible?” He spread his hands, with an “I don’t believe it” expression.
“How can trees talk?”