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The two drunks on the ground were defeated.

One with a large gash on his head, and one who’s leg appeared to be broken and bent in a sorry direction, both passed out for the time being.

Their blood was mixed together, their clothing soaked in it and stuck together by some kind of fluid that coated every available surface.

After defeating them with ease, Yomite was about to leave when something caught his eye.

His eyes flickered with confusion, before they landed on a woman walking towards him.

She wore a pale lavender top with a high violet collar and ruffled dark blue skirt, layered under a deep violet overcoat.

Her light purple hair was tied up into waist-length twin-tails, topped by small buns resembling cat ears.

Her long legs were covered in black stockings, giving her a slender yet delicate figure.

The woman’s expression seemed stern enough that people could feel cold sweat coming out from their forehead just by looking at her.

She stopped less than a dozen steps away from him, then stared at him silently.

“…”

After a moment or so, she spoke with a voice that sounded like silk. “Who in the world are you?”

Her voice was calm yet firm, as if she was accustomed to having that authoritative tone heard by everyone.

She was completely emotionless, not betraying any signs of her internal feelings.

“…”

(Huh. She’s pretty.) he thought, before replying simply, “The name’s Yomite. Why are you asking? Who’re you?” He said without a shred of hesitation. She seemed like an official of some sort, there may have been trouble if he refused to cooperate with such simple question.

(Not that I particularly care…)

“…”

The woman raised her left eyebrow slightly, revealing her eyes which looked like two tiny moons in a clear sky.

She seemed to be slightly surprised at Yomite’s nonchalant attitude. “It looks like you’re an outsider…I am Keqing, Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing. I came here to investigate after a complaint but it looks like the trouble has been taken care of.”

She said calmly, looking at him from head to toe, then glanced at the two unconscious men behind him, who seemed to be suffering from severe injuries.

(Hmmm, I’m suddenly curious. I feel like I’ve seen that name somewhere before… I want to know.)

———————

Name: Keqing

Age: 17

Title: Driving Thunder

Occupation: Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing

Hobby: Shopping

Likes: Golden shrimp balls

Dislikes: People happy to reap the rewards without doing their fair share of the work.

Dream: For Liyue to become independent from the Gods.

Current mood: Irritated

Relationship Level: 1

/10 – Wary

State of Relationship: Stranger

———————

(So she is that Keqing, the one Ganyu did not like in her profile. Now I know why she seemed so familiar.)

“Another Qilixing? This day is full of surprises…” Yomite wondered aloud.

The young Yuheng narrowed her eyes in suspicion upon hearing what he’d just said. “It’s Qixing, not Qilixing… And what do you mean another one? Did you perhaps meet someone else from the Qixing?” She asked, rather perplexed by the notion.

“Not the point, and why should I tell you?”

Keqing sighed softly, not expecting his answer. “Well, I suppose since we’ve already met, we might as well continue with our discussion. If you would please follow me,” she motioned with her right hand, then walked past him. “I would like to discuss this incident with you, as you seem to be the main eyewitness.”

“No thanks.”

“Eh?” Keqing paused her stride, turning to look at him.

Seeing that this would take a while to resolve, he shrugged his shoulders and continued walking back to the inn.

There was no point wasting time here.

“Hey! Wait!” Keqing shouted as she chased after him, grabbing his shoulder.

“Let go. I have someplace I need to be.” Yomite shrugged her hand off of him roughly and continued walking, leaving her behind.

She stared at his departing back in silence and shook her head. “Such insolence…” she murmured. “Then what about these two fallen men? You beat them up, right? You’ll get in trouble if you just run off!” Keqing quickly caught up with him again, blocking his path once more.

Yomite turned his head slightly and glared at her. “Sheesh, alright, alright! I met one of you in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor just now, her name is Ganyu, leave me alone already, I have a date with someone! I can’t waste any more time here nor do I want to! Just grab a random person from the street, they will be able to tell you what happened here!”

“…Hmm…Ganyu…I see…Although she’s not a Qixing, but is simply serving us, I’ll take that as a sign that you’re not lying,”

Keqing said indifferently, before moving ahead towards the two fallen men.

“Hmph! If I find out you were lying, we’ll surely meet again. Don’t forget that.”

“Hope to god not.” Yomite muttered to himself under his breath.

What was up with some women of this world?

Instead of Yomite, Keqing took the two fallen men and dragged them a few yards away.

Yomite saw that one of the men woke up and planned to stealthily attack her, but before he could do anything, Keqing kicked him and dented the man’s face into the ground hard enough to crack the sidewalk, rendering him unconscious instantly.

Yomite snorted loudly and quickly left the area.

(I must have pissed her off pretty badly.)