A voice came out of the screen.

Narrator: "This is a story that takes place in the old Mondstadt era. "

Paimon: Is there any new or old in Mondstadt?]

[Lisa: Yes, but old Mondstadt, that was a thousand years ago...].

Narrator: "In the story, there is a young man who knows how to play the piano and follows his own poems, but he was born within the wall of wind and has never seen a blue sky. "

The young man in the picture lowered his head and plucked the strings in his hand, and the sound of the piano was full of sadness.

"I want to see birds soaring. The boy's voice came, gentle but firm.

Narrator: "The young man has stubborn eyes and light in his eyes, but his voice is drowned out by the howling wind, because the tornado only reaps the carol and leaves no other sound." "

Narrator: "The real sky, the poems and songs outside the cage, aren't they a wish worth fighting?"

Narrator: "So the boy invites a wisp of wind. "

"Come with me, crush the tyrant and tear the walls of the wind. The young man in the picture smiled and stretched out his hand, inviting the elf who had dispersed the blizzard before.

[Barbara: This story is...].

Under the big tree where the wind rose, Wendy looked at the young man's smile and his outstretched hand, and subconsciously raised his hand, as if he had responded to his invitation as he had done thousands of years ago.

It's just that the moment his hand passed through the screen, his eyes were full of loneliness.

At this time, the music on the screen began to become heavy, and the picture turned, a majestic man sat on the throne, kneeling down to the three of them, the wind and thunder outside the palace were intertwined, even if they were out of the hall, the three of them were blown by the wind and could not raise their heads.

[Lisa: This is... The lone king of the tower, the demon god of the tornado, Diecarapian...].

Among the three people kneeling down was a red-haired man, his head bowed and full of unyielding.

[Klee: Well, this guy looks a lot like that strange adult in the tavern.] 】

[Diluc: ...].

The boy with the harp meets the red-haired man, and then a white-haired woman with a longbow appears.

Narrator: "The boy raises the flag of rebellion, and the wind throws himself into the war for freedom. "

The tower turned into a sea of fire, and in the midst of the fire, a boy with a harp in his hand, a girl with blond hair, a man with red hair, and a woman with white hair walked firmly to the top of the tower, with countless followers behind them.

On the battlefield where the war is raging, a windmill chrysanthemum sways tenaciously with the wind.

Narrator: "The victory of those who break through the cage causes the throne to collapse, a thousand winds to sweep up, and the nations to shake. "

Under the leadership of the harp boy, the warriors, despite their scars, made their way to the throne of the emperor.

Narrator: "In the smoke of gunfire, the warriors witnessed the death of the tyrant, and in the ashes, the warriors witnessed the collapse of the tower. "

At this moment, suddenly the picture was stained with a blood-red color, and a sharp arrow that flew out of nowhere hit the harp boy's chest, and the boy fell down from the tower like a bird with broken wings.

Paimon: Oh, no!].

Although the video had only been played for a while, everyone was already attracted to the determined teenager.

The elf on the battlefield froze, he stood at the edge of the tower, holding a feather in his hand that had not yet been sent, looking at the boy who was getting farther and farther away from him.

Suddenly, he seemed to see the hand that the boy had smiled at him when he first met.

A strong light erupted from the elf's body, and countless turbulent thousand winds converged on him, and the young man who fell from the tower was about to fall to the ground, and a huge magic array unfolded behind him, and a clear breeze floated out from the magic array, gently supporting the young man's descending figure.

The boy floating in mid-air watched as the wind that seemed to be unchanging within the high walls finally dispersed, revealing the blue sky he had seen countless times in his dreams.

Far away from the battlefield, an incomparably huge demon wolf looked at the dazzling light on the battlefield, turned away, and as it left, the green light blindfolded the entire battlefield.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, a humanoid creature with wings on its back was born from the green light.

[Ningguang: Sure enough, ......].

Yae Miko: Is this the god of Mondstadt?] 】

[Barbara: Lord Barbatos!].

[Jean: Lord Barbatos...].

In the Knights of Favonius, the expressions of everyone who saw this scene became reverent.

[Rosaria: ......].

Rosaria, who has never been very interested in the work of nuns, can't help but reveal a little respect in her eyes at this time.

The moment his wings spread, the earth covered in ice and snow turned into crisp grass, and the wind that had been enveloping the high walls completely dissipated.

Next to him: "Yes, the beginning of New Mondstadt, no one has been on the throne since." "

Finally, a green figure stood in front of him on the endless grass, a broken harp and a longbow that had lost its light lying quietly in front of him.

The breeze blew, and the cloak behind the green figure fluttered in the wind.

At the same time, a breeze coincidentally blew from the place where the wind rose, and under the big tree, the cloak behind a green figure also fluttered, overlapping with the person in the picture.

"Although some things are not right, no matter who you are, thank you. "A gentle voice drifted in the wind in the wilderness.

[Did this really happen?].

[Barbara: Yes, while some things happen at different times than recorded in church history, they are generally true. 】

[Charlotte: So, the person who looked like the head of the piano at the beginning was actually...]

[Jean: That's my ancestor Gunnhilde.] 】

[Charlotte: Wow, I see, that piano leader, can you tell me a detailed story, I want to make this a special report!].

[Jean: Is it here? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for so many people. 】

[Arataki Itto: If there's anything inappropriate, I also want to hear what's going on. 】

Gorou: I'd like to hear the story of the warriors of Mondstadt. 】

[Funina: yes, I'd like to hear about it too.] 】

Seeing that even Funina came out, Jean didn't insist anymore, after all, this is not something that cannot be said.

[Jean: Well, my ancestor and her father were once the subordinates of the Lone King of the Tower, but he could not bear the tyranny of the Lone King, and led his tribe to flee the ancient city where the wind roared. 】

[Jean: But the barren land beyond the city walls is difficult to survive, and although the runaway clansmen escaped the tyrant's minions, they were soon trapped in the endless wind and snow].

[Charlotte: That's why you had the first scene, right?].

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