Genshin Impact: What, the one we need to save is Focalors?

The sun was setting, and golden rays of light spilled across the horizon, dyeing the entire sky a soft orange-yellow.

In this dim afterglow, Lyney, dressed in a crisp black West Factory uniform, walked slowly.

Although his face was still youthful, no one dared to underestimate this young master of the West Factory.

While his methods weren't as direct and ruthless as his father, Yide, he possessed an elusive and chilling demeanor.

He always handled matters with a calm demeanor, but behind every decision lay unfathomable calculations and strategies.

Over the years, many remnants of noble families had come to seek revenge, but without exception, their fates were more miserable than the last.

As he reached the entrance of the villa, he happened to meet his younger sister, Lynette.

Seeing his sister, a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes, and his tense face relaxed, revealing a sincere and doting smile.

Lynette looked up at Lyney beside her and said softly, "Brother, you're becoming more and more like Father."

Hearing this, Lyney was very happy, as he had always regarded Yide as his life idol.

However, Lynette playfully added, "But you're still far from Father!"

With that, she stuck out her little tongue playfully, made a cute face at Lyney, and then quickly ran towards the villa.

Lyney shook his head gently and followed her into the villa.

Upon entering the villa, Lyney's gaze first fell on the spacious and bright living room.

He saw Furina already sitting elegantly on the sofa, holding a cup of hot coffee, while his sister Lynette sat obediently beside her.

He quickly walked forward, "Lady Furina, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." His tone was sincere and warm, like a spring breeze, making people feel comfortable and amiable.

Furina put down her teacup, looked up at Lyney, and a hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes.

She smiled slightly, "It's alright, I haven't been waiting long."

After speaking, she carefully sized Lyney up and couldn't help but exclaim sincerely, "Lyney, you really are becoming more and more like your father."

Lyney said with longing, "Becoming someone like Father has always been my ideal."

Furina sighed inwardly. She actually hoped that Lyney could live a more carefree life, rather than living in the dark world of intrigue every day.

Then, she said, "Your father is expected to return tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Lynette was overjoyed. Although they had met every now and then over the past eight years, the time they spent together was always too short.

Lyney's reaction was calmer than Lynette's. As the young master of the West Factory, he would have known this news in advance.

"But remember," Furina reminded seriously, "this news must not be leaked."

Lyney and Lynette both nodded seriously, indicating that they understood.

For the people of Fontaine, Yide locked in prison was the Yide worthy of their respect and love.

…

Deep within the Fortress of Meropide, in a secret and spacious room, an intense contest was taking place.

The opponents were the former head of the West Factory, Yide and the actual administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley.

Wriothesley was wielding a pair of black mechanical gauntlets, and the violent Cryo energy within the gauntlets was like a caged beast, eager to break free.

With each punch he threw, icy cold air mixed with powerful force surged out, heading straight for Yide in front of him.

However, even in the face of such a powerful offensive, Yide did not use any elemental power.

He simply relied on a jet-black longsword in his hand to easily defuse Wriothesley's fierce attacks one by one.

As the battle entered a fever pitch, Wriothesley's attacks became even more frantic and ferocious.

His fists moved as fast as lightning, so fast that it was dazzling.

Afterimages were left in the air, as if countless fists were attacking Yide simultaneously.

Despite this, Yide remained calm and composed.

He nimbly wielded the longsword in his hand, not only blocking Wriothesley's attacks one by one, but also launching sharp and powerful counterattacks from time to time, catching Wriothesley off guard and putting him on the defensive.

After a round of intense confrontation, Wriothesley realized that his attacks were consistently unable to break through Yide's defenses.

Finally, he stopped attacking helplessly, took a deep breath, and stared at the opponent in front of him.

"Hah… You guy, how is your strength getting stronger and stronger?" Wriothesley said, panting slightly and feeling somewhat dejected. "I could force you to use your Vision in the previous sparring sessions, but now you don't even need it."

Yide smiled slightly, casually put the black sword into the system's space, and said easily, "That can only mean that you've been enjoying too many of Sigewinne's carefully prepared nutritious meals lately, and your body has become 'fuller', so your strength has naturally 'decreased' relatively."

"Nonsense!" Wriothesley retorted immediately, with displeasure on his face. "My strength hasn't decreased! Besides, Sigewinne's nutritious meals are healthy and delicious, how could they make people fat!"

At the mention of Sigewinne, Wriothesley's eyes softened, and

Looking at Wriothesley's serious appearance, Yide couldn't help but laugh. He waved his hand, making a gesture of admitting defeat, "Alright, alright, I admit, Sigewinne's nutritious meals are indeed healthy and delicious, and won't make people fat. I was just joking, don't be so serious."

Then, he paused slightly and said, "I'm leaving the Fortress of Meropide tomorrow, and I probably won't be back again."

Upon hearing this, a trace of loss flashed in Wriothesley's eyes.

But he quickly adjusted his emotions, and a rebellious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he mocked, "Just leave, and don't come back. I've long thought you were an eyesore here."

"You can rest assured, I have no intention of coming back either." Yide smiled indifferently, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, Wriothesley suddenly called out, "Hey! Yide, before you leave, don't be too harsh on your old friends."

Yide stopped, turned his head, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "You really do understand me. But don't worry, I won't use heavy hands, they'll all be fine."

After speaking, he turned around and continued forward, never looking back.

Not long after he left, deep within the Fortress of Meropide, screams suddenly echoed from the rooms of several hardened criminals.

The sound seemed to come from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Clearly, Yide had left them some "souvenirs" before leaving.