bdsm-fiction Chapter 897 Fear and Worship
Chapter 897 Fear and Worship
The traveler's party took the sleeping Linole back to Earnshaw's side, politely declined Earnshaw's offer to stay for dinner, and then headed towards Fontaine.
None of the three spoke a word the entire way.
Paimon was afraid that if he started talking, he would burst into tears.
Su regretted letting Kong face such a heavy task alone.
Kong was relieved that Sue and Paimon had not been allowed to have in-depth contact with the Narcissus Cross.
The more you learn about the love and regret that remain so even after being washed away by the long passage of time, the sadder it becomes.
Perhaps growing up is always accompanied by sadness, but he still hopes that they can have more carefree happiness.
The Travelers' team remained silent until they reached Fontaine.
The floodwaters have receded, but traces of the disaster remain on the streets and buildings. Many Fontainebleau residents have traded their elegant formal wear for more practical work clothes and are diligently repairing and painting their homes.
The bustling scene of labor would fall silent the moment people spotted the traveler's group, and once the three of them were out of sight, suppressed whispers of excitement would rise up behind them.
"That... you mean... right?"
"Absolutely! My heart starts pounding the moment I see her!"
"Oh my god, stop talking! She's looking over here!"
Su not only looked over, but she also walked over.
Su grabbed a Fontainebleau man, "You...you're talking badly about me behind my back?"
"How dare we!" The Fontainebleau man, questioned by the girl, wanted to escape but couldn't, and forced a fawning smile onto his face.
The two people he had grabbed by the back of their hands turned around, their faces bearing identical fawning smiles as they looked at the girl ingratiatingly.
Fontainebleau B: "What are you talking about? How could that be!"
Fontaineese C: "We all know you're a great contributor to Fontaine, we can't even keep up with praising you, hehehe..."
"Oh?" Su Yi raised an eyebrow, not believing these people. "Praise me? How exactly did they praise me?"
The Fontaine man, pressed for answers, dared not look the girl in the eye and closed his eyes, stammering, "I...I was praising you for being both beautiful and strong, which is very ominous!"
Just one look at it is enough to give me nightmares! The nightmare of him being stabbed to death by a girl without even having time to scream!
Paimon: Huh? Beautiful and strong is one thing, but saying Su is unlucky... is that really a compliment?!
Paimon couldn't understand, but Sue accepted the compliment. She let the Fontaine go and turned to ask the other, "And you?"
"Is it my turn?" Another Fontainebleau stammered, thought for a moment, then gave a thumbs up and said, "You, you, you are super strong and amazing! Cutting off people's heads must be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables for you!"
"Idiot!" the Fontaine, who was initially questioned by Su, yelled at his friend, "What are you saying? It's not elegant at all! Where have all those poems and plays you read been?!"
The Fontainebleau man cleared his throat and let out a hoarse, mocking tenor's "a~~~~~", intending to sing a song himself, using an impromptu opera to praise the strength of the young knight.
Su immediately released his hand from covering his ears, and his friends simultaneously yelled, "Don't speak among your own people!"
Paimon watched the retreating figures of the Fontaines and lowered his hands from his ears. "That person's singing could be used as an escape technique."
I glanced at the cleared streets.
Apart from those three people, all the other Fontainebleau residents took this opportunity to slip away.
What happened? Is their travel group's reputation in trouble again?
With a "click," a flash of white light appeared.
Charlotte, who was squatting in the flower bed, put down her specially customized camera, "Mr. Wen Hengting," and said with a smile, "The strongest knight of Fontainebleau has arrived, all of you get out of the way! Hmm~ Once I finish writing my exclusive news report, it's sure to be a hot topic!"
The three members of the traveler's team stared speechlessly at Charlotte, who was passionate about pursuing news and the truth.
Paimon thought for a moment, "Charlotte is Fontaine's best journalist, she must know why they did this, right?"
"I'm flattered," Charlotte said modestly, waving her hand. "I'm just the youngest recipient of the Laville Prize, the highest honor in Fontainebleau's media industry. I'm not 'Fontainebleau's best journalist' at all!"
Sue was immediately amused by Charlotte. "Charlotte, are you being modest or showing off?"
"I'm showing off like this so that you guys, Sue, will know my abilities and be more willing to do my interview," Charlotte said for two seconds with a hint of resentment. "I do know a little bit of inside information about Paimon's problem."
There was only speculation: "Was it because of the threatening words Sue uttered on Judgment Night?"
“That’s certainly one of the reasons, but no one would be so terrified by just one sentence,” Charlotte said. “It’s more because of that strange dream.”
"A dream?" Paimon and Kong exchanged a puzzled look. "What kind of dream?"
Charlotte glanced at the girl pretending to admire the flowers, "Ah... to put it simply, it's a dream that Sue gave her a good talking-to."
Apart from a very small number of people who stayed up all night working on the rescue, most of the Fontainebleau residents, whether unconscious or asleep, had the same nightmare—
The nightmare of being killed by a sword from a girl who once declared she would "kill all the people of Fontainebleau".
Charlotte was very interested in the news about the sudden mass nightmares among the Fontaines, but the interview did not go very smoothly.
Dreams are things that quickly dissipate after waking up, and most people don't want to recall nightmares about being killed.
Only a very small number of people have vivid memories of their nightmares and describe the same scenarios without collusion.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood piled up by the people of Fontainebleau, where a girl's blood blooms like a lotus flower.
If the people of Fontainebleau previously felt more anger than fear towards the "Knight of Destruction," then...
So after last night, the anger disappeared, leaving only fear.
Hmm... there's probably also worship that arises from extreme fear.
"In short, although there was no actual armed conflict, everyone highly recognizes Su's abilities!"
The Knight of Destruction truly can single-handedly wipe out an entire nation! This is already a consensus among all the people of Fontaine.
Charlotte half-changed the subject, saying, "Based on the results of my interviews, I predict that many girls in Fontaine will be learning swordsmanship in the future."
Paimon asked curiously, "Why?"
Charlotte smiled and showed him her article about the "Guardian Knight" in the Steambird newspaper. "Because my personal worship of Sue has already shown. After all, a female knight who can personally protect what she wants to protect is really cool!"
"So you wrote that report too." Sue grasped Charlotte's hand, deeply moved. "Charlotte... I've decided to be your friend!"
They enjoy exploring secrets but are very discreet, possessing not only independent and clear thinking but also a talent for keeping secrets and exaggerating their abilities...
Charlotte! The best journalist in Teyvat, bar none!