The prologue of the Wind Flower Festival

stood at the highest point of Mondstadt. Phoenix let go of everyone and stood on the pumice stone, his whole person rarely serious.

"Arvid, are you sad?" Pamon was keenly aware of Phoenix's difference and whispered.

Phoenix shook his head and said softly, "I'm just a little sad that it's been so long."

"Has father ever been to Fendenir?" Jedidiah asked warmly and curiously.

Phoenix looked at the curious expressions on everyone's faces, nodded, and found a comfortable position for himself.

"Then, let's talk about the ancient legend of Nata." Phoenix slowly told the story of the past thousands of years ago.

"At that time, Phoenix, the Demon God of Fire, had just been born. The first life he saw was not a human being, but the wind elves who came here with thousands of winds. Under the instigation of the wind elves, the birds spread their wings and stumbled up. They climbed into the sky and followed the footsteps of the wind to Fendenir. "

On the way, they visited Guiliyuan in Liyue at that time. The Fire Demon God, who had no idea of ​​hiding his identity, was almost killed by a rock gun just after he landed on a branch. " Strung together."

"We were about to start a fight, thanks to the Demon God of Dust who arrived in time. He is a lively and gentle Demon God with unparalleled wisdom..."

Phoenix paused and silently read the next sentence. He swallowed back the compliments and continued, "Under the mediation of the Demon God of Dust, the Demon God of Rock and the Demon God of Fire 'reluctantly' became friends. After spending a pleasant time in Guiliyuan, he continued to head towards the east. , there is the paradise where Fendenir lives. "

It's like the country in the story. Phoenix recalled this.

He landed on the branch of the white tree, looking like the most common sparrow on the continent of Teyvat. He tilted his head and looked curiously at the people worshiping the giant tree at his feet.

They seemed very pious, but what was difficult to understand was that they showed great tolerance to the bird that dared to stand on the branches of the white branches, and gave him fruits and spring water.

At that time, Phoenix didn't pay much attention to human beings. After all, they were too weak and their lives were so short. Along the way, he saw many countries that had lost the blessing of the devil, and they all went to destruction without exception.

Fendenir is different. They do not pray for the blessing of the demon gods, but rely on human hands to live quietly in this isolated mountain. Phoenix is ​​not a demon who likes to take advantage, so he and the people of Fendenir Trade, using fallen feathers in return for food and water.

Even though he doesn't really need the food and water.

And those feathers are the solid crystallization of fire elemental power, which is an excellent fuel.

He lived in Fendenir for a long time and witnessed the birth and death of countless princesses, until the wind elves found him again.

The wind elf said that he would take him to see a young man. Phoenix was a willful demon, so one morning, he said goodbye to the record officers who got up early, and left this place with the hair crown woven from the tenderest branches of the white tree that they had given him. A country on the snowy mountains.

"What happened next?" Paimon listened with interest, and when the red-haired boy stopped talking, he immediately urged.

Phoenix spread his hands, "No more. Until Fendenir was destroyed, the Fire Demon God never came back."

Pamon put his hands on his hips, feeling a little angry, "How could this happen? Aren't they friends?"

Traveler? : "Paimon..."

Phoenix agreed, "Yes, he is really an excessive demon."

He still doesn't understand to this day why Findenir didn't ask for help from Nata, because he didn't trust him and felt that the seven rulers in the world were not equal . Are you on the side of heaven?

Phoenix doesn't know, and now, he has no chance to know again.

Until they returned to Mondstadt, a group of people were still immersed in the legend under the snow.

Angel's Gift

"Are you here to tell stories?" The bard drank up the dandelion wine in the cup, smacked his lips and looked at the red-haired boy wearing a gold crown sitting next to him.

Phoenix followed his example and drank up the grape juice in the glass. "Otherwise, there would be no one there."

"...What do you think of [Ms.]?" the bard asked.

Phoenix said, "What do you think? I'm sitting here watching. Do you really want me to burn her?"

"Of course not, it's just... you used to like her." The bard asked curiously.

Phoenix curled his lips and said helplessly, "What I admire is not an ice jar filled with fuel."

What he admired was the former Flame Witch who dared to fight against fate, not the confused company he is now. The fool who has forgotten the past... [Ms.]!

"This is indeed your style." After hearing this, Wendy nodded in approval and continued to ask, "What are you going to do next? Go back to Nata?"

Phoenix's eyes were a little wandering, "It's not the time yet."

"Really Isn't it because you don't want to go back to deal with official duties?" the bard teased.

"How...how is it possible? Am I the kind of god who would leave his job to the high priest and run away to play for hundreds of years without returning home?" Phoenix's voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared completely.

"Obviously I can stay up for half a year when I'm working hard, but most of the time I look like I don't want to work." The bard continued to add fuel to the fire.

"That's because I have reliable relatives." Phoenix showed a hearty and proud smile and said in a brisk tone.

The bard also laughed. This is true. In terms of dependents, no demon god is more qualified to be proud than Phoenix, the demon god of fire.

It was a group of fanatical believers running after the light of the fire, a group of lunatics who could all raise their weapons and wave at the incoming attackers without any complaint at the command of the god sitting in the temple.

Compared to his people, the Demon God of War seems approachable.

"The Wind Flower Festival will be here soon. Do you want to stay and participate?" the bard said.

Phoenix took the new glass of grape juice and turned his head to look at the bard, "Wind Flower Festival? Do you want me to give you flowers?"

The bard immediately shook his head, "It has nothing to do with me, I just remembered it suddenly. Moreover, it seems that you have never participated in the Wind Flower Festival."

Phoenix thought for a moment and hesitated, "It seems that you always miss it because of something." It's

like a curse, no matter how well prepared you are. When it comes to the Wind Flower Festival, there are always things that have to be dealt with. Even if you later receive gifts and this year's flowers from the God of Wind, you will still feel regretful.

"Let's try again this year. There can't really be a curse." The bard said with a smile.

Phoenix opened his eyes slightly, showing an expectant look, "Of course, I've been looking forward to it since the first Wind Flower Festival."