Inside the Opéra Opéra de Occiclair.

Funina had just finished a trial.

It was a very sparse and ordinary trial, nothing more than a few little things that stole and touched the dog, without any dramatic twists, and no stubborn prisoners who defended themselves.

Funina didn't even waste too much of her tongue, and in a few words she confessed honestly to the prisoner.

If it were a change from the past, she would interact with the audience with little interest, complaining that mortals have no technical content now, which made her water god very disappointed, and by the way, she hoped that the next trial would bring enough drama to the people of Fontaine.

But today she lost that interest.

Look at the empty benches of the Inquisitors and the well-functioning Decree of the Cardinals.

She panicked for no reason.

From the time when the primordial womb actually appeared and appeared to the people of Fontaine, letting them know that the prophesied people of Fontaine would dissolve in the sea was possible.

She had been worried that the prophecy would come true.

But she never imagined that the prophecy would come out so quickly.

The town of Baisong was flooded.

It was submerged by the seawater with the composition of the original fetal seawater.

If it weren't for the preparations made by Carres and Navillette in advance, I am afraid that this time there would have been heavy casualties.

And the worst part.

Navillette began to doubt himself, and even began to question himself.

"What should I do?"

"What should I do if it is seen that I am not capable of resolving the prophecy and that everything is deceiving them?"

Funina sat in her chair and was speechless for a long time.

I remember the first and only time I met myself in the mirror.

[Fontaine has just lost their water god now, so I need you to play that new water god role.] 】

【You're going to have to】 Keep doing it, and you can't let anyone doubt your identity. 】

If I can do it, I will have a way to counter prophecy. 】

[But once your identity is exposed, then the last hope will be completely gone.] 】

Who is that person in the mirror?

Funina already had a conclusion in her mind.

Foccarus.

A true god of water.

She is playing her, and then she is carrying out the solution against the prophecy.

But the premise of all this is that his identity will not be exposed.

It's been five hundred years.

In the past 500 years, she has never dared to forget the promise she made to Fucarus.

She didn't even dare to forget every word that Fucarus said.

[Remember, the problem in front of you will not be how to find out the character of the gods, but how to fight your humanity. 】

This is how Fucarus taught himself how to play the god of water.

Funina also asked herself when she was going to play it before it was over.

Fcalus's answer was ambiguous.

[In order to complete this task, you may go through a long quota of years, but you will not grow old until the end of the day.] 】

And I promise you that all will end in a great, dramatic judgment and all will be saved. 】

"Dramatic trial."

Funina lamented in her heart for no reason.

What kind of trial is a dramatic trial?

In the past five hundred years, she has not missed every trial, and even for the sake of drama, she also asked Navillette to deliberately extend the trial time, so as to make each trial more tortuous and confusing as much as possible.

But it's a pity.

None of the trials matched what Fucarus called a 'grand, theatrical trial'.

Although every Teyvat would describe the trial of Fontaine in terms of drama, none of the countless trials over the past five hundred years were truly dramatic.

"When will these days end?"

Funina unconsciously fell into confusion.

She remembered the excitement of the unknown challenges when she first became the 'Water God', the nervousness of the first day of playing the 'Water God' and the sense of accomplishment after successfully playing the role, and then the sense of loss when she later set up the Academy of Sciences, established an intelligence organization, and went around investigating ways to solve the prophecy, but in the end nothing came to fruition.

Such a boring playing day.

She lived five hundred years.

There are no breaks.

There is no one to tell.

In this way, if the machine clocks in, it has played for 500 years.

Just imagine, let an ordinary person go to work from 8 to 8 in the morning, and this person may collapse for a month or two in a row.

"This dramatic trial."

"When will I come?"

Funina sighed again.

She was already tired.

Very tired, tired.

How tired are you?

When she was so tired that when she met with the believer, she would cry unconsciously, and if it wasn't for the believer's reminder, she wouldn't have reacted.

If it weren't for the fact that these five hundred years of acting had really given her the majesty and trust of the water god in the hearts of the people, I am afraid that the believer would not have believed the lies she had fabricated.

And now she can't take care of the exhaustion in her heart.

Navillette began to doubt herself.

This is the last thing Funina wants.

You must know that in order not to make Navillette doubt herself, she didn't even dare to say that she had been assassinated.

Think back to that night.

Funina's hand was still shaking slightly.

Fatui executive servants.

It's her.

Funina was definitely not mistaken.

The servant had murderous intent the moment she saw her, and although she was gone, the fear still made it difficult for Funina to sleep.

In order to keep herself alive, she begged for mercy.

A god begged for mercy from an executive officer of a god of another country.

I was still in tears.

It's a shameful thing.

And the servant must have doubted his identity.

But Funina can't help it.

She can't do anything!

She is not afraid of death.

But she can't die yet.

The hope of the people of Fontaine is still firmly tied to her, and if she dies, what will the people of Fontaine do? What should I do with myself in the mirror?

So instead of pretending to be on top of the ground as she used to be, Frunina lay on the ground and wept bitterly and begged the servant not to kill her.

Such a great fear made her dare not close her eyes all night after returning to the room of the Momang Palace, and she no longer dared to walk at night, even during the day, she dared to go out only if she was protected by Navillette or the guard.

"Lady Funina?"

"Lady Funina??"

"Lady Funina!!"

The shouts of the security officer pulled Funina back from her distraction.

Listen to him continue: "Lord Funina, the trial is over, and according to your plan, it is now time to perform on stage. ”

"Huh?"

"Oh, okay, I got it."

Funina's face returned to its usual manners, and she slapped her clothes and prepared to stand up.

"That."

"Lady Funina, are you crying?"

The security officer's voice hesitated, and he asked.

"Huh?"

"Tears?"

Funina blinked.

Indeed, there were tear stains in the corners of the eyes.

"Ah, this."

"It must have been the trial just now that was so moving."

"That prisoner committed such a mistake for his wife and daughter, and finally had the courage to take all the responsibility, it is really a touching drama."

"It's a pity."

"I am the god of justice, and there is no mercy before the law."

"It's just that the execution of justice will make the god of justice shed a tear for him after all."

Funingna laughed and told the security officer: "You go, tell the prisoner, just say that Lord Funinga is moved by his deeds, let him reform well in Merlot Petersburg, and strive to be released from prison as soon as possible and reunite with his wife and daughter, well, this is the encouragement of Lord Shuishen to him, go." ”

The security officer listened attentively, and the excitement on his face was about to overflow.

He snapped to the ground and stood neatly and shouted, "Yes, Lord Funina." ”

Let's talk about it.

He didn't rush to leave, but said with an embarrassed face: "Lord Funina, you, you really deserve to be the best god in the hearts of our Fontaine, that, can you sign my name?" I may take it back as a family heirloom so that my children and grandchildren may see your miracles. ”

Negotiate with your own gods so closely.

In Inazuma or Sumeru, a prisoner like this guard probably wouldn't have had a chance to say such a thing.

But in Fontaine.

This kind of thing is taken for granted.

The image of the easy-going water god has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Every Fontaine knows that Lord Aqua rarely refuses a prayer from a believer.

It's the same this time.

Funina signed her name on the officer's clothes and went backstage.

After some careful dressing, she wiped the tears from her face and walked to the front of the stage as before.

In the spotlight.

Funina's expression was confident and proud, and her arms were raised high.

Just this action attracted applause and cheers from the audience.

"O my loyal people, let me, the god of water, Frunina, bring you a drama of justice."

The words fell, the play opened, and Funina began her performance selflessly.

After a full day at the Opéra di Picolai.

Towards dusk, seeing that Naviette had not yet appeared, Funina hurriedly stepped on her own patrol ship, and returned to Fontaine, protected by a full number of guards.

As is customary.

She did not immediately return to the Momang Palace.

Although she was tempted to return to the absolute safety of the Momang Palace right now.

But there is no way.

She must now go to Fontaine to make a round trip to show the charm of the water god and the people.

Her first stop was the largest newspaper in Teyvat, the Steambird.

After chatting with the director of the newspaper for a while and praising her, Funinga went to the coffee shop next to her back to buy a newspaper, bought a cup of coffee, and sat on a chair and drank coffee while reading the newspaper just like ordinary citizens.

When these performances were over, she went to the most famous cake shop in Fontaine.

"Lady Funina, you're here."

The clerk took out a bag of "This is our limited edition cake for you, Lady Funina, today's limited flavors." ”

"Didn't I say that?"

"Even the gods have to line up with the people of Fontaine."

"I don't want this cake, you can change it."

Funina looked unhappy and rejected the bag in the clerk's hand.

"Ahh

The clerk's expression was a little embarrassed.

Feelings: Today's sycophant is slapped on the horse's leg.

In fact, there are no limited edition cakes.

They had prepared it in advance, just in case Funina did come to their store, such a limited edition cake would be a complete gimmick.

For this day, they waited for two months before Funna had the opportunity to come to the door by chance.

But this god, who loves sweet cakes like his life, refused their elaborate preparations.

"Hahaha-"

"At first glance, it's a newly opened store, and I don't even know that Lord Funina never accepts gifts from others."

Passers-by sneered when they saw this.

In this Fontaine, who does not know that Funina never engaged in privileges.

Even if it is a limited cake, he never relies on his identity as the god of water to forcibly ask for it, and he honestly queues up with everyone to buy it.

This shop is really sycophant, but it has a bad reputation!

As soon as the farce ended, it ended.

Funina carried a bag of dessert snacks and ate them as she walked.

She didn't really like this sweet food at first.

But as she spent playing the role of the 'water god', she gradually fell in love with this kind of thing that could relax her mind.

Night falls.

The tour of 'Water God' has officially ended.

Funina returned to her room and tossed the empty bag of cakes into the trash.

On the table was another small cake prepared for her by the staff of Momang Palace, which was her favorite style.

But she was full today, so she didn't move for the time being.

"And Villette, where are you?"

Funina stood by the window, overlooking the lively Fontaine night, with an indescribable melancholy in her heart.

Navillette has not returned.

He's been gone for two days.

This made Funina's heart uneasy to the extreme.

She wasn't afraid that something would happen to Navillette, she was afraid that Navillette was investigating her own affairs, and what if she really found some clues to overthrow herself as the god of water, what would she do?

We've worked together for 500 years.

Funina trusted Navillette very much, and she didn't want their relationship to fall apart completely.

"Ahh

"Rest."

"There is a trial tomorrow, and hopefully, this one will bring a surprise."

Funina let out a long sigh, and without even looking at the little cake on the table, she threw herself on the bed and buried her head deep in the pillow.

Not much.

A circle of tears appeared on the pillow.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, at the call of the attendants, Funina dressed herself in her solemn evening gown, threw the pillow that had been wet the previous night into her face, then opened the door and, under the protection of the guards, went again to the Opéra Opéra de Oppiclais to prepare for the trial of the day.

"And Villette, you're back?"

Seeing Navillette on the judgment seat, Funina spoke out of joy for no reason.

"Hmm."

Naville nodded in response, and then reminded, "Lady Funina, today's trial is very important, and I hope you don't get too excited about the drama for the sake of it." ”

"Okay, okay, I got it~~~"

Funina waved her hand casually, not paying attention to Navillette's words, and sat down in her seat.

Soon.

The theater was full.

Carres, who was the prosecution, also took the stage, accompanied by security guards.

"Mr. Carres, are you again?"

Funina was a little surprised, didn't this Kares just accuse Marcelle? How come it again.

"Who are you going to accuse this time? What is the crime? ”

Funina asked with interest.

Then he saw that Kareth hesitated for a while, then raised his head, looked at Funina, and shouted, "I want to accuse you, water god, Lord Funina!" ”

"I accuse you of forsaking prophecy! Abandon all the people of Fontaine! ”

"You! Falsely called the god of water! ”

(End of chapter)