The divine chat exploded like a shaken bottle of dandelion wine.
Ayaka: "The plan worked! Aamon, go go go!"
(Note the real name is Yingmei and I change it to Ayaka)
Ningguang: "If she sleeps with this guy lurking nearby… is she ever going to sleep soundly again?"
Keqing: "Do you think he'll sneak into her room just to stare at her legs while she sleeps?"
Ganyu: "Aahh—I accidentally visualized it!"
Hu Tao: "Ugh, those creepy thoughts from the simulation—why are they livestreamed? Now that you mention it, I can't unsee that moment!"
Yae Miko: "The mental imagery is outrageous. Mortals are scary sometimes."
Navia: "Lady Furina, they make a solid point. I seriously think he'll sneak in one night. You might be in trouble…"
Furina: "!!!"
Nahida: "I wouldn't be too sure. His 'Calm Thinker' talent is still active—it's meant to curb impulsive behavior."
---
Furina's expression flickered between flustered indignation and uneasy curiosity.
Aamon's presence, once absurd, was now emotionally polarizing.
He'd become:
- A symbol of devotion... and danger
- A vessel of comedy... and concern
- A bodyguard... with an unpredictable simulation past
And the public? They weren't sure whether to cheer, panic, or buy popcorn.
---
The divine chat was on fire—and not the elegant kind.
Keqing: "Don't forget—'Bathing in Flames' is tier five! 'Calm Thinker' is only tier three! That logic melts by sundown…"
Yanfei: "I'm even more excited for what comes next… I can already picture the late-night scenes!"(I don't know I just use it)
The audience was spinning wild theories.
Because Aamon's thoughts—even his darkest ones—were broadcast in the simulation.
And let's be honest… with a tier-5 passion buff, nobody expected nightly peace.
Even Murphine Spire's walls couldn't contain those ideas.
---
Back inside the divine palace
Furina, seated behind shimmering curtains, clenched her hands tightly.
Her face flushed—not from anger this time, but from the embarrassing visuals swimming through her mind.
She remembered the simulation—those twisted late-night thoughts.
They weren't just suggestive.
They were vivid.
And disturbingly memorable.
"Damn it…"
She muttered, voice low, cheeks warm.
Because deep down, she knew:
- Aamon wasn't ordinary
- His fire wasn't just flirtation
- And whatever came next… would leave no one unchanged
---
The simulation had done it again.
Not only were Aamon's thoughts broadcast live, but they played out like binge-worthy episodes—with plot arcs, costume shifts, and absurd character tropes.
"Maid in black stockings… sweet senior… sultry older woman?!"
Every night, the feed caught his brain spinning entire leg-centered dramas.
Each fantasy flowed into the next with perfect continuity, much to the horror—and fascination—of viewers and divine beings alike.
Furina?
Grabbing her face, trembling.
"My image… it's ruined… completely ruined by that leg-obsessed lunatic!"
Yet… she hadn't dismissed him.
She hadn't revoked his bodyguard status.
---
Divine Lounge, electrified:
Hu Tao: "Dude's got full seasons running in his head. Do we get trailers now?"
Keqing: "I can't decide if he's creatively brilliant or emotionally catastrophic."
Yae Miko: "His brain's a theater. The leg is the stage. And Furina's… the tragic heroine."
Nahida: "Let's not forget—he still has Calm Thinker. There's a reason he hasn't acted on these thoughts. Yet."
---
Though Aamon had earned a place at Furina's side, reality settled in—he wasn't ready.
[Despite being appointed as Furina's bodyguard, your lack of experience with elemental energy makes you ineffective. Gradually, you're pushed into the background.]
[She now travels only with three floating Hydro orbs. You're forgotten.]
Yet Aamon didn't panic.
"It's not the right time yet."
So he trained.
Silently. Daily. Obsessively.
Three months passed.
Not a single misstep. No dramatic gestures. No impulsive fantasies acted upon.
But…
[Every time Furina turned her back, your eyes still wandered. To the leg. That flawless limb you can't forget.]
[You watched like a hunter in shadows—calm, silent, unnervingly patient.]
---
The system recorded everything.
The divine court peeked into each moment.
And Furina… might've felt those eyes once or twice, a subtle twitch on her spine. But she dismissed it as pressure. Not obsession.
---
Divine Chat Highlights:
Nahida: "Three months of restraint. The 'Calm Thinker' talent is working overtime."
Yae Miko: "But the gaze hasn't vanished… it just learned how to wait."
Navia: "Furina's leg has become a mythic object. Someone sketch it into Fontaine's history scrolls!"
Furina: "One more month of this and I'll demand a Vision audit."
---
Three months.
No missteps.
No outbursts.
No leg-related disasters in public.
Aamon had trained in silence—his Hydro abilities growing steadily but imperfectly.
Yet one truth still lingered:
Furina no longer traveled with him.
Her escorts were now the elegant, floating blue orbs.
And his presence... forgotten.
But Aamon wasn't broken.
He endured, sharpening his control over elemental force, refining precision.
He trained where eyes wouldn't pry—especially the eyes of Neuvillette, the Hydro Dragon, whose observation was subtle and ever-present.
---
He knew the stakes had changed.
- With the Vision came scrutiny.
- With obsession came danger.
- And with Furina drifting further, the timing had to be perfect.
"Now isn't the moment to strike," he thought, watching her from afar as light danced on her ceremonial gown.
"But soon… soon the opportunity will bloom."
And Furina?
She didn't realize it, but a storm was forming quietly beside her.
No longer the loud admirer.
Now a patient ripple beneath Fontaine's calm waters.
---
Aamon rubbed his head as the simulation text unfurled before him.
"Seriously?" he muttered. "A sloth metaphor?"
Apparently, the simulator had run out of elegant phrasing and settled on:
[You are as patient as a sloth.]
Aamon sighed—but didn't stop watching.
Because in truth, he was invested.
---
Neuvillette, the ever-watchful Hydro Dragon, loomed over the simulation with silent scrutiny.
Even a lowly bodyguard like Aamon hadn't escaped his gaze.
"He's lived for 500 years," Aamon thought. "No wonder he's cautious. I'd watch myself too."
Yet for all the weird metaphors and dramatic tension, Aamon found pride in how things were playing out:
- His "Calm Thinker" trait had allowed him to endure months without incident
- He hadn't acted on wild impulses
- And now, with Neuvillette watching and Furina drifting, he still stood strong
"Let me survive a little longer," he wished silently. "Just long enough to reach the turning point."
And somewhere, beyond the coded veil… the simulation continued its dance toward divine chaos.
---
A full year passed like flowing water.
Aamon's transformation was remarkable:
- His elemental mastery had become refined
- His behavior remained steady, cautious, and calculated
- His impulses, once wild, now buried beneath disciplined silence
Most importantly?
Neuvillette stopped watching.
[The Water Dragon King no longer monitored you closely. Clearly, he now believes you mean Furina no harm.]
[After all, who could pretend for an entire year?]
It was the final proof Aamon needed—he'd succeeded in earning trust.
And now?
[Tonight, Furina returns to her second residence near Murphine Spire. She needs to retrieve something.]
A quiet mansion. A solo trip.
The perfect storm.
His plan—dormant for twelve months—could finally awaken.
---
Divine Observers Begin Whispering:
Yae Miko: "Twelve months of patience… What's he going to do now that the leash is off?"
Nahida: "I hope it's not chaos. But I fear his gaze hasn't changed."
Navia: "The moon's high. The stage is empty. Let's see what kind of drama unfolds."
---
The night hung heavy—velvety skies, wind whispering secrets across rooftops.
And Furina, pressed for time, had called upon one escort only.
Aamon.
---
[She was in a rush. You were the sole bodyguard asked to accompany her.]
[Following behind her under the shadowed moon, the corners of your lips curled.]
[The plan… is about to begin.]
He didn't flinch.
Didn't tremble.
Just walked, with footsteps echoing soft determination.
For a whole year he'd waited. Trained. Hid intentions beneath courtesy and competence.
Now, with Neuvillette's suspicion faded and Furina unaware… his moment arrived.
But what exactly would he do?
- Confront his obsession and prove it had become respect?
- Unveil a protective scheme to show loyalty runs deeper than desire?
- Or—lose to instinct and face divine judgment?
---
Divine Chat Preview:
Nahida: "Tonight decides his fate. Calm Thinker or Tier-5 inferno… which side wins?"
Hu Tao: "He's too quiet. That smirk isn't helping."
Navia: "I would lock my door extra tight tonight, just saying."
Furina: "If he moves too close… I'll summon every orb I own."
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(I'm done for this Friday 25 not it is already 12:55 AM)