Chương 197: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [197]
All she said was that it was "a lot," and then confidently patted him on the shoulder, assuring him that as long as she was around, there would never be chaos in his harem. He was free to flirt however he pleased.
Luo Qing understood her words, but he was equally stunned.
Did that mean she was the main wife?
It all made sense now...
---
Before the last rays of twilight faded, the two of them entered the Grand Bazaar, still holding hands.
Compared to the stern and solemn atmosphere of the Akademiya, the people of the Grand Bazaar were far more enthusiastic and full of life.
Merchants on either side of the streets shouted energetically, while the faces of passing travelers were filled with carefree joy.
Walking hand in hand with Makoto along the bustling streets gave off the vibe of a long-married couple going grocery shopping after work.
Before long, they arrived at the very heart of the Grand Bazaar.
This was the stage of the Zubayr Theater.
The performers from Zubayr Theater held their shows here every day, and tickets weren't even required.
Luo Qing had no idea how this theater managed to sustain itself financially. It's not like they could be running a side hustle in merchandise sales, could they?
Today's performance was said to feature Nilou, the theater's star dancer.
As one of the most stunning beauties in all of Sumeru, Nilou was incredibly popular in the Grand Bazaar. The performance hadn't even officially started, yet the seats around the stage were already packed, leaving no room to move.
Luo Qing and Makoto had arrived early enough to snag seats in the front row.
---
Suddenly, the stage lights dimmed. In the darkness, the faint silhouette of a girl stepped quickly to the center of the stage.
The next moment, the radiant glow of a Hydro Vision lit up.
Water elements gathered around the girl, forming lotuses that floated gracefully into the air.
The lights came back on, revealing a beautiful girl with long crimson hair standing center stage. Her mere presence ignited cheers from the crowd.
"OMG, Nilou is just TOO beautiful!"
"Miss Nilou, do you need a dog at home? I come with my own leash!"
"Nilou is the best!"
"Thank you, everyone!"
Nilou smiled sweetly at the audience, then pressed a finger gently to her lips. The crowd instantly quieted down.
Soft, melodious music began to play. As the rhythm flowed, Nilou's movements on stage became a breathtaking dance, her figure gracefully rising and falling with the melody.
Many of the men in the audience were utterly captivated.
Of course, Luo Qing wasn't one of them.
After all, he'd seen countless beauties in his time...
"Ahem..."
Makoto cleared her throat, glancing sideways at him.
"You're here with me today. Watch your expression."
"..."
"I'm just appreciating the art!" Luo Qing retorted.
Teyvat had so many beautiful girls—he may have been a bit of a flirt, but it wasn't like he had his eye on every single one of them.
Though, Nilou's figure was admittedly... impressive.
Clearly, all that dance training had paid off...
And her...
Wait...
"Appreciating what exactly? The clothes? The person? Or the person in the clothes?"
Makoto huffed softly, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.
"Should I try wearing something like that tonight?"
"...?"
Luo Qing turned his head.
"Are you serious?"
"Hmph."
Makoto's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"Keep dreaming."
"..."
Luo Qing's brow twitched.
Why did Makoto suddenly feel like such a sly fox?!
---
While the two were bickering, Nilou finished her first performance on stage and began thanking the audience.
"Thank you, everyone! Please take a short break—we'll have the next performer on stage soon…"
Before she could finish, a commotion broke out in one corner of the audience.
A group of scholars dressed in Akademiya uniforms, escorted by guards, pushed their way through the crowd, interrupting the performance.
"You all…"
Nilou frowned slightly, maintaining a polite demeanor.
"May I ask what brings you here? The performance is still ongoing. If it's nothing urgent—"
She was abruptly cut off by the leader of the group, a man with a cold expression.
"Fetch your manager. We're here for a routine business inspection."
The man showed no remorse for interrupting the show.
"But the performance is still—"
"I won't repeat myself. Bring out your manager," he said coldly. "Otherwise, I'll have this venue shut down for illegal operations."
"You're doing this on purpose!"
Nilou's frustration showed.
This wasn't the first time the man had caused a scene during a performance, always under the same pretense.
Unfortunately, as a representative of the Akademiya and the Grand Bazaar's governing authority, he held power that even Mr. Zubayr couldn't counter.
"Think whatever you want," the man sneered. "Now, get your manager!"
His eyes scanned the audience dismissively.
Though the spectators were visibly angry, they didn't dare speak up. The guards accompanying the scholars, armed with curved swords and spears, weren't the type to reason with.
All they could do was watch helplessly as their beloved Nilou was harassed.
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"Tsk, how annoying," Makoto muttered, puffing her cheeks in frustration.
"These people are clearly here to make trouble!"
She nudged Luo Qing with her elbow.
"They're ruining the show. Go teach them a lesson!"
"Huh?"
Luo Qing was momentarily stunned.
"What were you about to call me just now?"
"Slip of the tongue! Don't overthink it. Just get rid of those guys—I want to enjoy the performance!"
Makoto's tone turned playful, resembling a girl pouting at her boyfriend after a bad day.
"Alright," Luo Qing said with a shrug.
He was already annoyed with the troublemakers anyway.
He opened the system interface in his mind, scrolling through his item cards to decide which one to use.
"Hmm... Making them sing in public might be embarrassing, but they deserve something harsher..."
Muttering to himself, his gaze landed on a particular card: Extreme Nausea and Diarrhea.
Ding!
[You have used three Extreme Nausea and Diarrhea cards.]
The cards, capable of briefly influencing even divine beings, were a precious resource to Luo Qing.
Thus, he only used them on the three lead scholars causing trouble.
"How many times do I have to tell you?! If you don't—"
The lead scholar suddenly froze.
His brows furrowed as an unsettling sensation overwhelmed him.
He clamped a hand over his mouth.
Why did he feel like throwing up? And why did his stomach feel... off?
Uh-oh. He couldn't hold it in...
"What are you people even—"
Nilou, still fuming, was about to confront them further when she noticed the lead scholar and his two companions drop to the ground.
Each of them clutched their stomachs with one hand and covered their mouths with the other.
Both Nilou and the audience were puzzled, wondering what on earth was happening.
BLEGH!
SPLAT!
The next moment, the three scholars could no longer contain themselves. They vomited violently.
And as their abdominal muscles contracted, their other... "muscles" gave out too.
The dampness spreading from their backsides left no doubt as to what had just happened.
---
The stunned silence in the audience was broken by a cry of disbelief:
"Holy crap, are they seriously puking and crapping themselves on stage?!"
---
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Chương 198: This Trainee Fatui Harbinger is Too Unreliable [198]
Before long, most of the Zubayr Theater's stage was smeared with an unmentionable, pale yellow semi-solid substance.
"Why did you use that...?"
For once, Makoto didn't know what to say.
All she wanted was for Luo Qing to get rid of those scholars and stop them from ruining her show.
Now, with the stage in such a state, how was the performance supposed to continue?
"What's the problem? Did I do something wrong?"
Luo Qing glanced at the three scholars lying limp in the mess they'd created, completely devoid of any sympathy.
"Weren't you the one who told me to teach them a lesson?"
"..."
"I didn't mean for the lesson to have this much... aroma." Makoto sighed, exasperated.
Meanwhile, the guards on stage finally realized that if this continued, the three scholars might actually endanger their own lives.
Enduring the stench, they hauled the scholars out of the mess and swiftly retreated from the Zubayr Theater.
They had come in like a storm and left just as quickly.
Even Nilou, who was no stranger to dramatic situations on stage, stood there in stunned silence.
What were these Akademiya people even trying to accomplish?
First, they made things difficult for the theater, and now they had literally made a mess...
Moments later, a man hurried onto the stage from backstage. When he saw the scene before him, he froze, bewildered.
"This... Nilou, where did those Akademiya people go?"
"Uh... Mr. Zubayr..."
Nilou was at a loss for words, unsure how to explain.
"They came in saying the same things as before, but then, somehow, they just started vomiting and... well..."
"...What?"
Mr. Zubayr glanced down at the unidentified liquid on the stage, his disbelief evident.
They really went all out...
After a moment of contemplation, he turned to the audience with an apologetic smile.
"Dear audience members, due to unforeseen circumstances, the performance will be temporarily postponed. Feel free to explore other parts of the Grand Bazaar for now. Once the stage has been cleaned, we'll resume the show!"
His announcement caused a stir in the crowd.
However, knowing the cause of the interruption, the audience didn't blame the theater. Instead, they vented their frustration by cursing the Akademiya for their behavior, then gradually dispersed.
---
"Well, that's the end of the show."
Makoto shrugged, giving Luo Qing a slightly annoyed look.
Standing up, she loosened her arm just enough to create a small gap.
"So, are you staying here, or are you coming with me for a walk?"
"Hmm?"
Luo Qing glanced at her expression.
Even with just a glance, he could tell Makoto wanted him to stand up and link arms with her again.
This woman...
She's just too good at this.
"My apologies for ruining Makoto's evening."
Luo Qing smiled gently, stood up, and took her arm in his, pulling her closer so their shoulders were touching.
What a joke—he wasn't one to retreat in these situations.
"So, where to next?"
"No need to wander," Makoto replied, shaking her head.
"The mood's already ruined. Let's go home."
"Alright then."
Luo Qing didn't mind.
With Makoto on his arm, he began heading toward their residence.
"By the way," Makoto suddenly tilted her head, as if something had just occurred to her.
"That red-haired girl's outfit... Should I have a couple of those made for myself?"
"Huh?"
Luo Qing blinked, not quite processing her words.
"What's that look for?"
Makoto huffed, poking his nose with her finger.
"I'll make some when we get home. And if you come back on time every night, maybe—just maybe—if I'm in a good mood, I'll wear one for you."
"..."
"If you put it that way, there are quite a few styles I'd like to see."
"Is that so?"
Makoto let out a soft hum, leaning close to whisper in his ear.
"As long as you're home on time, I can try anything you want~"
"..."
Luo Qing felt like he couldn't handle it anymore.
Makoto was just too good at teasing—it made his heart itch.
But not here, not now.
The Grand Bazaar was too crowded, making it inconvenient for him to take action.
Suppressing his emotions, Luo Qing maintained a composed expression and continued walking home.
Despite his calm demeanor, Makoto kept teasing him with her "on-time" conditions, her playful tone dripping with mischief.
Yet Luo Qing refused to react, maintaining the stoic air of a "steel-hearted" man.
Eventually, Makoto gave up, leaning against him as she hummed a tune from her homeland, and the two of them made their way home.
---
By the time they reached their door, the sky had turned completely dark.
Unlike the lively nighttime scenes of Liyue or Inazuma, Sumeru City was much quieter after dusk. Aside from the Grand Bazaar, the streets were mostly deserted, with many shops already closed for the night.
Standing at their doorstep, Luo Qing suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong?"
Makoto looked up at him, puzzled.
Why had he stopped all of a sudden?
"Tell me, Makoto," Luo Qing said, looking down at her with a meaningful expression.
"You wouldn't blame me, would you?"
"Blame you for what—mmm!"
Before she could finish, Luo Qing leaned in and covered her soft, pink lips with his own.
The best way to tell if someone was all talk was to test them directly.
And Makoto had been dancing around his limits for a while now. He couldn't hold back any longer.
Their kiss lasted a long time, Luo Qing finally letting go after a thorough exchange.
"Whew..."
Makoto's cheeks flushed as she pressed a hand to her chest, panting lightly.
"I wasn't ready for that..."
Now she understood what Luo Qing had meant earlier.
Tilting her head, her cheeks puffed slightly in mock indignation.
"I—"
"Wait, let me—" Luo Qing started to speak, but Makoto suddenly cupped his face in her hands, locking eyes with him.
"What's wrong..."
Luo Qing saw his reflection in her deep violet eyes, momentarily entranced.
"I wasn't ready just now," Makoto said softly.
"So, let's do it again."
She rose onto her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and initiated the kiss this time.
This kiss lasted even longer. With her resolve steeled, Makoto's approach was far more assertive than before. Luo Qing could feel her intensity, their embrace growing tighter as the seconds stretched on.
By the time they finally parted, Luo Qing found himself lost in Makoto's delicate, beautiful face. He couldn't help but pull her closer into his arms, while Makoto rested her head against his chest.
They stood there, holding each other for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Makoto spoke, her voice muffled against his chest.
"It's so good to see you again, Luo Qing."
"Yeah..."
Luo Qing's fingers gently combed through her dark purple hair.
He didn't need her to explain it—he knew the memories of the future she'd mentioned weren't so simple.
But if she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't force her.
Just as he was about to let go and lead her inside, a voice called out from behind them.
"Lord Luo Qing... what exactly are you two doing?"
Both turned to see Theresa standing there, a bemused expression on her face.
---
Hello! Thank you so much for reading this chapter. WiseTL has worked hard to bring these wonderful stories to you, and I'm so happy we could share this moment together! Don't you think stories are a little like dreams? Each one has its own colors and shapes, and they grow even brighter when shared with others.
If you'd like to support WiseTL, you can visit [patreon.com/WiseTL]. Even a small gesture is like sunlight and rain to a growing flower—it helps the garden of stories flourish and bloom!
-With love, Nahida 🌱
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