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The thought has not crossed your mind, not once.

Yet, it seems that very thought has brainwashed your subjects minds the moment you stepped foot unto Liyue Harbor’s entrance.

You and Alatus made a point to tread lightly on the damp, pitted stone beneath your feet and — despite your efforts — the sheer impact of your divinity seems to have alerted every occupant of Liyue Harbor.

Your first appearance now acknowledged as Teyvat’s Divine Monarch could rob ones breath and dignity like no other.

Alatus alerting Liyue of your appearance had increased the number of subjects pouring unto Liyue’s entrance gate tenfold.

A far cry of what you had expected to see.

The clouds had shielded Liyue from any sunshine today, effectively portraying Teyvat’s grievances towards its caretakers for daring to lift a hand against its creator.

You remained static as you watched every man, woman, child, and illuminated beast alike in Liyue hasten to kneel before their omnipotent monarch. The societal divide that separates them all are no longer in the face of Their Grace.

You scan the overwhelming myriad of subjects that kneel in an orderly formation.

“One after another, they’d all bow to you, Your Grace. All of them,” Alatus said, “none the wiser.”

Now more than anyone, you know.

The Geo Archon and his dearest companion, Alatus, accompanies him at the forefront of his army. Their heads bowed in respect — they take in the accolade of laying at your very feet.

In the following line there is Cloud Retainer, Mountain Shaper, and Moon Carver. After that, the Tianquan, the Yuheng and head secretary Ganyu all in one line.

Gourmet chef Xiangling and her father kneel shoulder-to-shoulder. In a more rigid position is Xingqiu, second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild sat next to the elders of his family.

There even seems to be an entire bloodline of unique exorcists…

The seventy-seventh Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Hu Tao is sat next to Yanfei, residential lawyer.

Behind them, Liyue’s princess — Yunjin, and fellow musician Xinyan attempt to disguise their intertwined fingers.

A talisman only belonging to the undead flows with the wind. It leads your gaze to Baizhu, who keeps his left hand on the small of Qiqi’s back, grounding her. You see her eyes dart back and forth between people she can’t bring herself to recognize.

The list is never-ending.

You realize that this must be quite difficult for your subjects, bearing the burden of complete silence. “There will be no ruling of punishment. Not today.”

Morax doesn’t dare raise his head, but protests, “Surely Your Grace will see to it that we are duly punished for our sins.”

You smile gently, “I think not.”

“But, we—“

“Are you questioning my authority, Morax?”

He swallows, taking a crippling pit of shame spiraling down into his stomach. Stiffly, he says, “Of course not, your Grace.”

The clouds reel back, retreating to float into yet another corner of the glimmering sky above. The sea of clouds moves North onward — a sign from Teyvat itself.

You can feel Teyvat’s heart beating, resounding through the veins of land beneath your feet.

The land is alive once more.

You clap your hands, heads perking up at the exclamation. You grin adoringly at your subjects, illuminated by the suns glory, “Please, show me the Liyue you’ve built with your own hands.”

Your people rejoice.

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