Genshin Impact: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable-Chapter 410: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [] [40 PS]

"Hm?"

Luo Qing turned toward the voice, his gaze falling on a woman gracefully approaching across the tranquil ocean's surface.

She had long, flowing hair as white as snow, and her elegant blue gown shimmered like morning frost. Her ethereal beauty, complemented by a serene smile, gave her the air of a celestial being descended from the heavens.

"Do we know each other?" Luo Qing asked evenly, though his mind churned with questions.

Her attire bore a faint resemblance to Furina's, yet her aura was worlds apart.

Could they be connected somehow?

"You don't remember me?"

The woman's expression wavered with momentary disappointment before settling back into her calm smile.

"No matter," she said softly. "I hope that the next time we meet, you'll remember... who I am."

With a graceful motion of her sleeve, the still waters around Luo Qing erupted into violent waves.

A surge of water rose from behind him, swallowing him whole.

The world around him blurred, his consciousness fading.

When his senses returned, he was back in the flooded underground chamber of Meropide Fortress.

The enigmatic presence that had entered his mind was now gone.

"Who... was she?" Luo Qing muttered, staring at his hands as confusion swirled within him.

He couldn't recall ever having ties to Fontaine. Could this be another debt owed by some future version of himself?

But the woman hadn't carried the affectionate gaze of someone who shared a romantic past.

Unlike Buyel, whose eyes had overflowed with tenderness the first time they met, this woman's calm demeanor betrayed neither joy nor sorrow.

As he pondered, the chamber echoed with a low, metallic groan.

Looking around, Luo Qing saw that the rocky spines he had conjured earlier were gone.

He was no longer standing in the underground valve chamber but rather in the empty corridor where the steel gates were supposed to hold back the flood.

Except now, every gate save the last had been completely destroyed, their shattered remains scattered across the floor.

The final gate stood firm, though its surface was now encased in a thick layer of frost.

Did Wriothesley seal it with Cryo? Luo Qing wondered.

"Guess it's my turn..."

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Summoning his power, Luo Qing prepared to reinforce the frozen barrier with layers of rock.

But before he could act, the frost began to recede rapidly, melting away before his eyes.

"What the..."

His confusion deepened.

Had Wriothesley undone the Cryo seal intentionally?

Before he could piece together an answer, the last gate buckled under the immense pressure.

With a deafening crash, it was ripped apart, and a massive wave of Primordial Water surged forward, dragging Luo Qing along with it.

Why would Wriothesley release the seal? Luo Qing thought as he struggled against the torrent.

Just then, a deep blue glow pierced through the chaos, illuminating the corridor.

Through his blurred vision, he made out a tall figure approaching steadily.

The once-unstoppable flood suddenly halted in its tracks, as though held back by an invisible force.

"What is this...?" Luo Qing squinted, trying to make sense of the figure's identity.

Each step the figure took caused the surging waters to retreat, inch by inch, until they were forced back into the valve chamber like a raging beast cowed into submission.

The corridor fell silent, the flood quelled.

As the figure came into focus, Luo Qing recognized him.

"Neuvillette..." he murmured.

Luo Qing remained submerged in the Primordial Water, attempting to reestablish contact with the consciousness he had encountered earlier.

But the presence was gone.

It either had no desire to engage further or had chosen to retreat entirely.

Realizing he'd get no answers, Luo Qing sighed and surfaced from the fluid.

On the other side of the chamber, Neuvillette was just finishing sealing the valve when the sound of splashing water caught his attention.

He turned to see Luo Qing emerge, water cascading off him in every direction.

"..."

Neuvillette's expression was unreadable, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps annoyance, or concern.

"Why the long face, Neuvillette?" Luo Qing teased as he wrung out his sleeves. "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"They said you'd been submerged since the first day," Neuvillette replied flatly.

"Even if you're not from Fontaine, prolonged exposure to the Primordial Water should have been fatal."

"Since the first day?" Luo Qing asked, his brows knitting together.

"How long was I out?"

"Three days," Wriothesley's voice cut in as he approached alongside Clorinde.

"Ten minutes after we shut the gates, the valve broke, and the flood started. You've been unconscious since then."

"Three days..."

Luo Qing muttered, his confusion deepening.

In that strange space, he could've sworn he'd only been there for a few minutes, barely long enough to exchange words with the mysterious woman.

If she hadn't sent me back... would I have remained unconscious indefinitely?

"What happened after the gates were sealed?" Wriothesley asked.

While he didn't suspect Luo Qing of deliberately triggering the breach, the timing was too coincidental to ignore.

"I have no idea," Luo Qing replied, feigning ignorance. He gestured vaguely at the now-still waters.

"This stuff came rushing out, and I blacked out. That's all I know."

The three exchanged glances, unsure what to make of his explanation.

Even if Luo Qing wasn't Fontaine-born, prolonged exposure to the Primordial Water could indeed have caused him to lose consciousness.

His story wasn't entirely implausible, even if the timing seemed suspicious.

"Good thing you showed up, Neuvillette," Luo Qing said, clapping the man on the shoulder as he moved toward the exit.

"Well, since the crisis is temporarily averted, I'll be heading out. Don't forget to process my release papers, yeah?"

Without waiting for a response, Luo Qing left the chamber, his mind preoccupied with the woman he had met.

As Neuvillette watched Luo Qing's retreating figure, his gaze turned back to the still waters of the valve chamber, his thoughts heavy.

"Something on your mind?" Wriothesley asked, noting the contemplative look on Neuvillette's face.

"Nothing..." Neuvillette replied quietly, shaking his head.

"Just... remembering something from long ago."

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T/N: hmm what could their history be