After a day of rest, Fischl had completely recovered. During this time, the top-tier artifact Arkz had given her, the Skyward Cup: Omen of the Thunder's Descent, was delivered to her through her parents.
The power of the top-tier artifact was continuously flowing into her body. Fischl could clearly sense that both the speed of her element recovery and the destructive power of her Electro Element had received a massive boost.
"Skyward Cup, a five-star artifact. I truly owe Lord a great debt now," Fischl murmured.
Previously, Fischl, as a high-ranking Adventurer in the Adventurers Guild, only possessed a set of four-star artifacts, and they weren't even a complete set, just pieced together without set bonuses. Even so, she was an object of envy among everyone in the Guild.
A five-star artifact, if taken to auction, could sell for at least 1,000,000 Mora. Moreover, for those needing artifacts, if they were lucky enough to encounter one suitable for them, they would spare no expense, determined to obtain it even if it meant spending all their savings.
And now, the artifact in Fischl's hands was extremely suitable for her.
Fischl struck a prayer pose, surrounded by five faintly visible artifacts. Among them, the golden-glowing Skyward Cup was particularly conspicuous amidst a field of purple light.
She gently raised her hand and picked up the golden, shimmering artifact before her, undisguised joy sparkling in her eyes.
Although receiving a top-tier five-star artifact for free seemed excellent, the free things were often the most expensive. Her relationship with Arkz had not yet reached the point where such a precious gift warranted being given.
She had once heard a saying: 'If pie falls from the sky, it's either a trap or a huge pit.' Now, she deeply understood the meaning of those words.
What lay before her seemed to be an elaborately designed romantic trap.
"Oz, do you think Arkz might be fond of This Princess?"
Oz flew out from Fischl's Vision and replied with a tone of helplessness, "My Lady, I am merely a raven, and I do not comprehend human love."
Fischl touched her chest, feeling her heart beating intensely.
With an unprecedented and irrepressible urge, she felt a strong impulse to approach Arkz and learn more, to dispel the mist of the unknown surrounding him. Simultaneously, she also had the urge to bury her head, act like an ostrich, and pretend nothing had happened to escape.
The sunlight outside was brilliant, laying a golden veil over the desk. Fischl gazed at the open copy of 'Fischl's Night Tales' on the desk, as if touching infinite warmth and hope.
Fischl put away the Skyward Cup in her hand, her gaze becoming firmer.
"I am the prinzessin der verurteilung; how can I shrink back in this matter! In the name of the Immernachtreich, I, who possesses the Great Omnipresence of the Samsara's Madness Eye of Condemnation, will not refuse any challenge!"
"The Forest Tyrant, the Great Bear Candiff, my sworn enemy Arkz, bring it on."
"Hahahaha hahahaha, hahahahaha..."
In the adjacent room, Fischl's parents heard the familiar, vibrant laughter and smiled with relief and joy, "That's wonderful, Amy has finally cheered up!"
"Yes, after returning from the Church yesterday, Amy hasn't been spirited at all. I thought she was frightened. If the Healing Nun hadn't said Amy's health was fine, I would have kept her at the Church's hospital for a couple more days."
Gurgle! Gurgle!
The hunger in her stomach awakened Fischl from her reverie. She opened her eyes, pulled open the curtains to let the sunlight flood the room, and pushed open the window. A fresh yet cool breeze swept through the entire room, instantly invigorating Fischl.
"Full of energy, just a little hungry." Fischl walked to the vanity and tied up her hair. Although her golden tresses were naturally beautiful, daily meticulous care and maintenance were indispensable.
She smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes in the mirror, adjusted the position of the bow tie at her neck, and then returned to her desk to pick up the eyepatch that sealed her Great Omnipresence of the Samsara's Madness Eye of Condemnation.
Snap!
She tightened the strap of the eyepatch, adjusted her hairstyle to cover the eyepatch with her golden hair. Fischl referred to it as the'second seal of the powerful force in my eyes.'
"Amy, time to eat."
"Coming! And please call me Fischl!"
Fischl stood in front of the mirror, and after confirming her appearance was flawless, she rushed out of the room. Her stomach had been growling from hunger for a long time; she urgently needed an energy replenishment now.
...
Thump, thump, thump.
"Who is it?"
"Fischl, you're here to see Barbara, right? Follow me."
Fischl nervously knocked on the Church's main door. Due to her usual eccentric behavior, the stuffy adults in the Church generally had a bad impression of her, which was why they prevented her from befriending Barbara.
Unexpectedly, when she knocked the door open, the person who answered was not the gentle Sister Grace she usually saw, nor the stern Sister Victoria. Instead, it was a red-haired nun with a pale complexion and an aggressive demeanor, wearing fishnet stockings.
Her wine-red short hair was covered by a silver-edged purple headscarf adorned with a thorny crown. Her upper body was a white, high-collared, backless top inlaid with a ruby on the chest, cinched at the waist by a black belt with red trimming. The hemline featured the same sharp spikes as the edge of the headscarf.
She wore silver metal gauntlets over white long gloves. For her lower body, she wore black shorts and purple fishnet stockings.
Strange, why hadn't she seen this nun during the choir activities before?
Just as Fischl mustered up the courage to ask, this nun, whose attire was as unconventional as her own, seemed to read her mind, stated her purpose outright, and began leading the way without waiting for a reply.
Rosaria walked ahead, and Fischl followed closely behind with a reserved expression.
Like the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, the Knights of Favonius Church had many restricted areas that required special permission, besides the public areas open to all Mondstadt citizens. Under Rosaria's guidance, the guards at the checkpoint naturally let them pass.
Could this nun sister hold a very high position within the Church?
Fischl unconsciously focused her gaze on Rosaria.
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