Masquerade (Genshin Impact— Video Game)
Sunset's Isekai
Masquerade (Genshin Impact— Video Game)
By Wanderer D
*Cast and references in Author's Notes.
"One day, the water levels in Fontaine will rise, and all individuals with sin will be drowned and dissolved, with only the Hydro Archon remaining, weeping on her throne."
—Prophecy of Fontaine
The crowd whispered, harsh and judgmental, their gazes turning cold when they looked up onto the balcony of the Opera Epiclese, the grandest stage in all of Erinnyes—nay Teyvat itself! The center of Justice, the pride of Fontaine…
She felt now more alone than ever, as everyone she had grown to trust on some level turned her back on her. Even Neuvillette.
"In my capacity as the Chief Justice, I shall now render judgment on Furina's misrepresentation of herself as the Archon of Fontaine. As a human who knowingly deceived her fellow citizens, Furina is… guilty."
She felt the strength leave her.
She had failed.
The curtain call had come before the fight call ever came. She was barely listening as she stumbled back onto her throne and sank in, all thoughts of pretending gone. All was lost.
She felt the tears pull in her eyes but didn't have the energy to wipe them off now. What did it matter? She barely heard Neuvillette's voice, the words barely registering in her mind.
"According to the judgement of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, Furina is…"
Did it matter?
"...the Hydro Archon, guilty to be punished via the death sentence." Neuvillette was clearly shocked from his tone alone.
'Good,' she thought as the entire opera house exploded in frenzied disbelief. She felt immediately guilty for her selfish thoughts. They didn't know. But even now, she couldn't scream at them or beg them to change their minds. She had failed.
'I'm sorry for being selfish this one time but at least… at least… I don't have to pretend anymore. I'm sorry everyone… I couldn't save you in the end.'
Furina gasped and sat up suddenly in her bed, clutching her bedsheets in both hands. Her breathing was hard, almost hyperventilating. She glanced around, heartbeats calming down to a regular beat as she took in the familiar surroundings of her home in downtown Fontaine.
She was safe. She was alive.
The Prophecy had come and gone and her part had been played. She was now off-stage, a part of the crowd that…
She sobbed and rested her forehead on her knees, wrapping her arms around herself.
They would never know. She hugged herself tighter just for a few more seconds then forced herself out of bed.
"Thank you, Eugenie," Furina said, taking her bag with a smile.
"It's always my pleasure Lady—I mean, Miss Furina," the vendor's face turned into a slightly embarrassed grimace. "I'm sorry, I'm still getting used to it."
"Oh, not at all, please," Furina replied, forcing a smile. "Worry not, and please, just Furina is fine."
"Oh… of course, m-Furina," Eugenie replied, smiling at her uncertainly.
Was that… pity? Or perhaps commiseration? Was it real though?
She pushed the thought away, bowed lightly and started walking back home.
As she passed a nearby bakery, Furina stopped and stared down at the bag of produce she had bought and sighed. "I wish I could just make another Pour la Justice," she muttered, her mouth watering at her true specialty dish. Only very few people had ever been fortunate enough to experience the delicious cake she would bake only for the rarest of occasions, and she found herself not just craving a taste, but the mental energy to indulge herself.
She sighed and then smirked. Who said she couldn't bake it for herself this time? She was past the low-effort meals she had prepared for herself after the trial, was she not? Her career as an actress, director and consultant was skyrocketing as it was. She should be able to treat herself at least once every few—her thoughts stopped and her eyes widened as she spotted one of the last people she wanted to see.
Long, curled blonde hair tied with a black bow and wearing an ornate dress with bodice made of navy-blue, white and black silk, as well her signature wide brimmed hat with blue and ochre roses, and gold and blue decorations complimenting the large white feather on the right side… there was no mistaking her.
Navia, the president of the Spina di Rosula, was walking towards her.
Furina almost dropped her groceries, but caught her breath when she realized the blonde detective hadn't spotted her yet.
Gathering her purchases, she did an about-face and immediately started walking in the first direction she found promising. In this case, a little nook of hidden space to the right of the Beaumont Workshop. She thought she heard Navia calling, but that only spurred her to walk faster.
Just her luck that just as she was truly beginning to build up her self-worth and confidence, she would once more face the person that exemplified the worst failure of her long life. She was even struggling with Neuvillette, who had accepted and encouraged her.
She was coming back as her own person… she needed space. She couldn't face what and who Navia represented quite yet, but it seemed like her success in assisting the late Aurelie's troupe and obtaining a vision had provoked Navia to assume she was ready for true interaction beyond that uncomfortably polite visit to Poisson.
Praying that the owner of the workshop hadn't seen her, she snuck among the crates and boxes, trying to hide from the detective. Granted, this being right in front of her home didn't help much, but if Navia thought that she had made it into her house and simply didn't want to be bothered, she would leave soon enough.
Probably.
Maybe.
It wasn't like Navia had no reason to hate her. Everyone in Poisson did. Those that had survived, that is.
It had been her fault. She knew that. They knew that… but also… they didn't know the truth. Nobody did… and those that hated her already would never listen anyway, no matter how sorry she was.
She shook away the dark thoughts and peeked from behind the boxes as Navia slid to a halt almost right in front of her house. The detective glanced around suspiciously, and Furina was alarmed to see that her gaze had only momentarily paused on her home before roaming possible hiding places.
Navia knew she hadn't made it in!
Furina took a careful step back, then another, and was about to take a third when her foot hit the door.
Startled, she turned around and saw a door she never knew was there. It had a strange symbol on it… it wasn't one of the celestial visions, and in fact did not include them in its motif at all. However, the sign above it declared it a bar, which was perfect.
Furina would never be caught in a bar! Not in a million years! In fact, she had never even stepped into one in the recorded history of Fontaine! She could hide in there!
She pushed the door open.
"Garnet and Cid both have completed their assessments of Burmecia's forces and infrastructure," Freya said, her head lowering so much her hat almost hid the pleased smile from Sunset's eyes. "They declared that the city and lands were strong enough to now support ourselves without the aid of other nations." She gave her a sly look. "Or rather odd Burmecians with red hair and strange powers."
The bell chimed but neither of them paid it much heed, lost as they were in each other's presence.
Sunset shrugged sheepishly, sitting next to her girlfriend on one of the stools at the bar. She took Freya's hands in hers and rose them to kiss them gently. "I'm glad things are better, Freya. It took a lot of time, but your people are finally back on their own feet."
Freya lifted her head, amethyst eyes peeking between silver-white hair and smiled more genuinely. "I am proud of them. Knowing that they have a future after such tragedy takes a huge weight off my shoulders. Even being able to come here and visit other lands, Sunset… I sometimes wish none of it had happened. I wish Beatrix had seen the light sooner… I wish none of my people had died."
Freya sighed and leaned in to rest her forehead against Sunset's. "Thank you for being here for me."
"Always."
A small sound made them straighten up and look around, where a young woman in a gorgeous blue ringmaster get-up that would have made Rarity gasp in delight was standing at the entrance to the bar proper, eyes wide and holding a bag of groceries to her chest.
Her hair was a light blue, so light it was almost white. Her irises were also blue, the right one a true blue, and the left one a capri blue, with the pupils shaped like waterdrops or tears of the inverted color. She wore a dark blue top hat tilted to the left of her head, like a ring master would wear, except it was carefully decorated, and even had hints of a golden crown at the top.
"Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't want to interrupt—"
"No, it's okay," Freya said, wiping under her eyes with the back of her hand. She studied the young woman for a moment—who looked like a deer caught in the headlights—and her flustered smile turned more gentle. "You heard what I said."
"Y-yes, I—"
Freya stood up and walked over to the young lady, who looked like she was ready to flee at a given notice, then gently placed a clawed hand on the woman's shoulder. "I can see you understand," she said gently. "Do not worry about me, Sunset is always available when I need her… but it seems you need someone to talk to more than I."
Furina wasn't sure of what to think. This person… this creature she was unfamiliar with, had shown her more kindness in her first meeting than anyone else she had met. There had been no attempt to suck up to her due to her fame, or even recognition of her as the former Hydro Archon for that matter.
She didn't know anything about her species… being more of a mouse-like creature, she didn't look anything like the more familiar Melusines or Hirichurls, and in her five hundred years she had never heard of the place they were talking about… Burmecia… but she had heard enough to understand that Freya had witnessed something very similar to what Navia had lived through, and somehow mustered the strength to move on and be kind.
Just like Navia. She also doesn't know. What would she say if…
"Anyway," Freya continued, "I should go, love."
The human woman… if she was human… walked over and leaned in to give Freya a peck on the lips. The pair gazed at each other with fondness and love and reluctantly parted, as Freya headed down the same short corridor she had walked through to get to the bar, and soon enough the silver bell chimed.
"So, welcome to Sunset's Isekai," Sunset said, smiling at her as well, no resentment or trickery evident in either smile nor words. "I'm Sunset Shimmer, and this is my little bar in the omniverse, and I'm happy to be your host."
"Omniverse?" Furina asked, already more confused than before. Perhaps this hadn't been the best idea…
The bell at the door rang once more.
"Furina! I finally caught up to you."
Furina's felt ice form in her stomach, and the bartender gave her a worried glance. She could only imagine how pale she'd gone the moment she heard Navia's voice.
"I don't know why you thought you could hide from me in a bar of all places."
"N-Navia, I—"
"How about—" Sunset interrupted "—you both take a seat and I get you something to drink? It seems you have things to talk about, but I will not permit any cajoling, provoking or intimidating any of my guests, such as Miss Furina here." The bartender stepped between her and Navia with a firm smile on her face,
A brief flash of annoyance graced Navia's face, but the blonde quickly reined it in, taking a deep breath and nodding. "My apologies, that is of course acceptable to me." She turned to face Furina. "How about you, Furina?"
Furina bit her lip and looked down.
"You don't have to," Sunset said, making her look up in surprise. They were still at the bar, but Navia was nowhere to be seen.
Seeming to catch on to her confusion, Sunset gently took the bag of groceries from her arms and put it on the counter. "It's unusual for these situations to happen, where someone follows you here. This is a safe space for you. No one here will harm you, and no person with ill-intent can come in. But that doesn't mean you have to talk to her if you don't want to."
"Is she okay? Where is she?" Furina asked, confused.
"She's right here," Sunset said, "at the exact time, space and dimension as she was before, you and I are currently just in another layer."
"Oh." That she could understand. But that meant… "Are you an Archon? A goddess?"
Sunset shook her head. "Not at all. I'm just the bartender."
"Right." Furina sighed. "I suppose I could use some time to myself but…" She took a deep breath. "It's only delaying the inevitable. I have to deal with what happened and… I like Navia. I would like to be her friend."
Sunset nodded. "If that is what you wish… if she's here the bar sensed that you two needed this time together. Just remember that we can take a break whenever you want."
"Thank you."
Navia could've sworn that the bag of groceries had been in Furina's arms just a second ago, but at long last the former… was it even correct to call her an Archon? Furina had been no goddess. She had fooled them all and people had suffered so much thanks to her, and yet seeing the cocky, boisterous, savvy goddess-impersonator reduced to this husk of her former self was… discouraging.
It nagged at her because she could see the intense pain that Furina was in; how her fragile walls broke like glass whenever Poisson was brought up and the guilt consumed her.
And it should!
But something wasn't quite right with the whole situation. Furina had been stripped of her title and position, yet, despite the order to execute her she hadn't been. And even if that was a relief, the person that had pretended for generations to be a goddess, and fooled everyone hadn't even been punished for her crimes!
The same person that had allowed tragedy to take place through inaction!
There were many thoughts that infuriated Navia as they were led to the bar and sat down, so much so that it took her a moment after looking up at Furina to realize the sheer look of awe in the other woman's face as she studied the walls of the bar.
Following her gaze, her anger faded as she took in everything. Everything that was familiar and unfamiliar. The details that landed the place in reality… chairs, tables, picture frames… and faded into the impossible… like the pictures themselves, the uncanny instruments, the shifting size of the place.
Had they somehow stumbled into a domain? But even what she had heard from the Traveler and experienced herself was different. It was like they had crossed a fairy gate and ended up somewhere that made Teyvat seem somehow… small.
"Here you go," the bartender passed them both menus, and glancing at them she could only shake her head at the familiar drinks and completely foreign offerings. She was well-versed in many products from all the nations, and they simply didn't match what she knew.
After a moment, Furina finally spoke, a hint of bewildered confusion in her voice. "Um, Sunset? There's so much here. I don't know what to order."
Navia sighed. "Me neither."
The bartender tilted her head. "Huh. You must have a lot of conflicting emotions running amok. But don't worry, I have just the thing. And don't worry…" She winked at them. "The first drink is on the house."
As Sunset turned around to prepare their drink, Navia turned her attention back to Furina, finding her once again looking down.
"Why did you avoid me?"
Furina looked away—almost like a kicked puppy—but after a moment spoke up. "You know why."
'I do, don't I?' "Indulge me."
Furina sighed and glanced at Sunset. Navia was no fool. As the obvious master of this domain, Sunset could expel her at the request of Furina, who had fooled her with her act of innocence.
"It's because…" Furina's voice faltered, filled with pain. "Because I couldn't stop Poisson from flooding." She closed her eyes and clenched her hands. "I couldn't stop people from being dissolved."
A spark of anger flared inside Navia's heart. "Wrong."
Furina looked up at her and Navia knew that the former 'Archon' was lying. Furina knew why, but for some reason wouldn't even acknowledge her worst sin not only to those lost in Poisson, but to Fontaine itself!
"You've not apologized at all for pretending to be the archon!" Navia said, controlling her emotions. She kept struggling with not wanting to hate Furina, but she couldn't understand why Neuvillette hadn't sent her to rot in the Fortress of Meriopede. "If you hadn't lied to all of us, we could have been more prepared! Saved more lives instead of trusting you to save us!"
Furina mumbled something. "...five hundred…"
Frowning the blonde narrowed her eyes. "I didn't hear that."
As if unleashed from a chain, Furina's head snapped up and she faced Navia with a look of pure pain in her face. "Five hundred years! I pretended for five hundred years, Navia! Unable to grow! Unable to do anything but act like I was expected to! If I didn't—"
Navia gulped, taken aback by the outburst. "If… you hadn't?"
"If I failed… the prophecy would be fulfilled."
A cold feeling swept over Navia like frozen wind. "What do you mean?!"
The seemingly sudden appearance of two extremely-decadent-looking chocolate drinks in front of them made them both jump in their seats, and they turned to stare at Sunset, who had a tired look on her face. "I think you both need to slow down."
Furina watched Navia warily straighten up and take a deep breath to calm down at Sunset's interruption. She glanced down at the tall glass containing her chocolate, decorated with whipped cream, shaved chocolate, crackers and syrup… and if her nose didn't deceive her, even a slight hint of orange liquor of some sort. Just a hint, hidden in all the sweetness and comfort of the rest of the drink.
A straw came out of the concoction and bent down, giving the already beautifully decorated drink a slightly inviting and quirky feel.
"Now," Sunset continued, "as you both have guessed I'm not from around here. My bar opens its door to a myriad of worlds. I've had many, many guests through the centuries, and neither of you would be in here if you were bad people." She paused for effect and then crossed her arms. "So let's begin with both of you at least acknowledging the fact that the other person here might not be perfect, but they're also not malicious."
Navia bit her lip. "I know she's not malicious," she said at length. "But I can't forget that her charade resulted in the deaths of so many. Including my closest confidants."
Sunset nodded. "And do you know the full story?" she asked gently. "I think you're doing a formidable job of not letting that pain envelop you and blind you, but I also know from experience how strong emotions can give us a tunnel vision when it comes to others involved."
Navia shook her head. An uncomfortable silence descended upon them both, and Furina decided to take a sip out of her drink, out of courtesy if nothing else. Her eyes widened as the chocolate invaded her senses. "This… this is amazing!"
Sunset smiled smugly. "Isn't it? I created that specific milkshake mix for my business partner, Rarity. It's called The Carousel Au Chocolat." She nodded twice, humming to herself. "The right types of milk, the right balance of bitter chocolate and sweetness, and of course, the tiniest hint of Cointreau Liqueur."
Navia, distracted from her own dark thoughts, blinked and also took a sip. Her eyes widened and a smile played on her lips. "It is fantastic!"
"Glad you like it!" Sunset said, although the look in her face told Furina that the bartender had never expected anything less, and from Navia's giggle, the blonde thought the exact same thing. She and Navia exchanged a smile for just a second before the feelings on both sides returned in full.
Furina glanced down at her drink again, then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Sunset, who smiled encouragingly. "If you don't speak up, people will never know what you're thinking, or what you truly feel."
She sighed, then, gathering herself took a deep breath. She still couldn't bring herself to look up and meet Navia's eyes, but the words started spilling out and slowly she gained confidence.
"It's difficult to break my vow of silence over this…" Furina whispered. "I never lied about…" she sighed and shook her head. "I am, or was Folcalor… the second Hydro Archon."
"But—" Navia started, but stopped when Sunset lay a hand on her shoulder and shook her head.
"Folcalor inherited the burden of the Prophecy," Furina whispered. "With nothing but raw power, she had no hope to save the people that had been created by Egeria when she had offended the gods above by transforming the Oceanids into humans, as they desired. This sin… she saw no escape from it. The waters would one day rise and the descendants of these first humans would all perish, leaving her, and only her the lone survivor to cry alone in her throne."
Navia frowned. "But then, why…"
"Neuvillette told me," Furina whispered, "that five hundred years ago, Folcalor separated from her human self and created me. Someone as lost and clueless as she was when she became human before inheriting her place as Archon." She closed her eyes, the events of that fateful moment when she had suddenly existed, and in a mirror, she stood… but not her.
It was her mirror-her. The Goddess Folcalor.
"She told me that I had a choice," Furina continued. "She said that I could pretend to be the archon for as long as it took, and suffer alone and in silence… but in doing so, the people of Fontaine would survive and even hopefully change the outcome of the Prophecy." She sighed. "I chose to do so, and she cursed me to immortality for as long as she lived too."
Navia took a deep, sharp breath and stared at Furina as she realized… "You succeeded… I thought—we all thought it was because the prophecy was fake."
Furina shook her head. "Only Neuvillette and the Traveler knew the true reason. Traveler… chose to not tell anyone, maybe because Neuvillette said something, or maybe she didn't care." Furina bit her lip. She liked the Traveler, and had sort of counted her as a friend in the time after… but the hurt was still there.
"So, is Folcalor—"
"She's gone," Furina interrupted Navia. "She's gone… after the sentence was passed by the Oratrice, she sacrificed herself… the death sentence was for her. She saw justice in returning what was rightfully his to Neuvillette, in presenting her case and settling the balance… with her life. He in turn—as the greatest authority in the land—declared the people of Fontaine… not guilty."
Furina's words shook Navia. Her thoughts went to that terrible night, when the rain poured over all of Fontaine… the primal sea mixing into the waves, ready to dilute anyone it touched into water. How the sea rose, the waters lapping over the tall walls around the city until it was all submerged and all she and the Spina could do was stare in despair from their boats, thinking it all lost before one after another, people floated and swam to the surface, safe and alive.
Even then, if Wriothlesley hadn't anticipated this happening and been building that massive ship, it would have been impossible to save everyone.
She looked up at the not-exactly young woman across from her, remembering the whispers she had grown up hearing from old members of the Spina. Even her own father.
About how the Archon had a specialized team of researchers constantly looking for clues and solutions to the prophecy.
She remembered the Traveler confiding in her how The Knave had attempted an assassination, catching Furina, of all times and places, playing with a kitten in the middle of the night, isolated and alone.
She remembered the mocking and derision that followed Furina during and after her trial. She remembered the desperation in Furina's voice and attitude, plain to see to all as she denied the charges and swore on her life that she was the Archon.
They had brought Primordial Water to the stage, diluted just in case, to disprove her… and although Furina hadn't known it wouldn't kill her, she had shoved her hand in rather than accept the lie… because accepting the lie… telling the truth… would have doomed the very people judging her.
She felt a shiver run down her back. She felt ashamed.
"Although I never lost faith in Mirror—I mean, in Folcalor, I tried to figure out a way to stop the prophecy on my own. No matter what I did it all came to the same conclusion. I couldn't stop… I couldn't break character or everyone would pay the price."
Unbidden, the mental image of the ambush they had prepared for Furina in Poisson came to Navia. She had been too angry, too struck by grief and wanting justice to really listen to what Furina had been saying before the Traveler had taken her to hide and begin their plan.
Their plan to break down her defenses.
To pretend to care.
To extract the truth… never knowing the personal cost to Furina, nevermind the entirety of the continent.
And through centuries of pretending, Furina had never told a soul even when facing death.
This was who the people of Poisson hated. A woman who had sacrificed so much, carried an immeasurable weight that, had she been a being of lesser character, could have doomed them all with a single word.
They all had suffered and endured, but none more than Furina. And the saddest thing was that the true tragic hero of this whole opera, Furina herself, was still derided, still mocked, still hated… and still chose to suffer in silence.
"But why would Neuvillette not say anything?" Navia finally found the strength to ask.
"I asked him not to," Furina confessed. She managed to blush under Navia's incredulous look. "I appreciate the attention I get for my theater productions, and even my acting—" She paused briefly to touch her Vision "—but… when Folcalor died, I heard her voice. Her last wish was for me to live happily as a human, as she had wished she could've too. I want to be recognized for myself, and not seen as a savior or an echo, or even as the Hydro Archon."
Sunset studied the pair for a moment when both went quiet and settled for sipping their milkshakes in silence. "So, what will you do going forward?" she asked.
The pair looked up at her in surprise.
"What do you mean?" Navia asked.
"Well," Sunset said, "it seems to me that Furina needs friends, not just this Traveler and Neuvillette." She looked pointedly at Navia. "And you have been itching for a while for a reason not to be angry with her."
The blonde took a deep breath. "After my father passed away, I had a lot of resentment for Neuvillette and Clorinde, until I learned that many things had been hidden under the surface to protect me and those I-we loved." She shook her head with a bitter smile crawling into her lips. "I learned then that as much as I prided myself in my investigative abilities and my search for justice… that there are many reasons behind the decisions others make. Even if I don't agree with them all the time."
Navia sighed and reached out to take Furina's hand in hers. The blue-haired actress' eyes went wide as the blonde giggled. "But I'm glad my instincts were right and there was more to you than I ever knew. I'm so sorry that you had to suffer in silence all this time, Furina."
Clear tears pooled in Furina's eyes, and she blinked, confused, as she raised a finger to wipe them. "I'm… crying?"
Sunset reached over and squeezed her shoulder gently. "Those are tears of joy."
Furina laughed and sobbed at the same time, both hands now busy brushing away tears. "I thought that kind of thing was just some theatrical exaggeration. How silly of me."
"Oh, they're real," Sunset said, noticing that Navia was also silently wiping away a few tears of her own. "No one should ever have to suffer in silence, friendless and isolated. I don't know how many people have said this, or if anyone has at all, but you have admirable fortitude to have been able to keep that act perfectly for five hundred years."
Furina sniffled. "It never felt like I was strong," she laughed. "Every day I was terrified. Every night I'd go to sleep asking myself if I had messed up… wondering if tomorrow I'd wake with the city underwater. And every morning…" she trailed off.
"But no more," Navia said firmly. "I can respect your wishes and not tell everyone what you really went through and what you did, but I won't let my friend be kept out over a misunderstanding."
Furina blinked. "Friend?"
"The people of Poisson might have a hard time coming around, but they will," Navia said, ignoring the question. "And we might not be able to tell them the whole story, but they'll come around."
"But—"
"No buts!" Navia interrupted, raising her hand. "Both you and Neuvillette keep way too many secrets! Don't think I forgot that he went through a tear in space alongside the Traveler to fight a giant interdimensional narwhal."
Sunset blinked. "I don't think that would be the kind of thing anyone would forget."
"My point is that there's plenty of odd things about him too! In fact, I think we all deserve a trip! How does a visit to Chenyu Vale sound to you?"
"I've… never been outside of Fontaine."
"Well, then, it'll be a blast. Leave it all to me!" Navia grinned as she put a hand to her chest. "But first we should celebrate our newfound friendship." She turned to look at Sunset. "Can I borrow your kitchen?"
"Um, sure?" Sunset said, motioning for Navia to come around the bar. "What for?"
"I'm making Macarons!" Navia declared, crossing the door into the kitchen.
Sunset and Furina shared a baffled look.
"Um… if you have space for me to use," Furina said after a moment, "I have my own specialty I could bake."
Sunset grinned and shrugged, walking alongside Furina into the kitchen. "Why not? I'll prepare some tea."
"You don't bake?"
"When it comes to the kitchen, my specialty is sushi. I don't think it'll mix well with these."
Furina held her bag of groceries in one arm, and waved with the other at Navia, who had just walked off to join her Spina di Rosula bodyguards. They remained mostly professional, but Furina was able to tell they were a bit confused about the new attitude their boss had around her.
She turned in place, humming to herself as she crossed the street to her house. She had finally baked another Pour la Justice after so long of not making her favorite treat. And now it seemed like she'd get a chance to evolve her culinary skills in good company… and although here and there, a person glared her way as she made it inside her home, she knew… she felt better than ever before.
But, if she ever needed a break… she pulled out the card with a flourish, along with a picture of herself, Sunset and Navia eating cake and colorful macarons. If she ever needed a break… there was always the Isekai.
Navia Caspar is the current leader of the Spina Di Rosula, an organization that helps the Guarde of Fontaine deal with issues they find too complicated or hard to handle. Her father was responsible for creating the aqueducts around Fontaine that allow the aquabuses to transport people to the Court of Fontaine. Her small home town of Poisson was almost destroyed during the Prophecy of Fontaine.
Furina/Folcalor was the Hydro Archon (read: Goddess) ruling over the domain of water and also known as the Goddess of Justice for the last one thousand years. She was eventually judged and found to be a pretender. Disgraced after the almost-destruction via-prophecy of Fontaine, she has started building a life for herself again as a consultant, director and actress in theater and movies.
Also, don't forget that Sunset's Isekai now has a Tropes Page! If you know your tropes feel free to add 'em up!
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Why plural? Don't tell me Sunset used Kage Bunshin to appear as a mass of people?
Ah yes, the greatest problem of secrets, when to break them ...
"The truth shall set you free ... "
Intresting little story.
And the radio plays Annies Theme, Instrumental, Flute.
not gonna lie, Furina's story line more then a few times made me tear up and just wanna hug the girl.
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Same here. She's basically the equvalent of Comedy/Tragedy in plays and after all that she's been through, deserves some comfort in the end
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agreed 1000% Here's hoping shes able to make even more friends at the Isekai! I would love to see her meet the other regulars there and the rest of Sunset's family and friends!
At some point I really need to dive back into Genshin. This just reinforces it. There's so much story to experience and good story if this is to be gone by. Though Sunset's Isekai makes most stories it interacts with seem good.
Yes!
Another chapter!
And it's genshin!
...now I wonder if tower if fantasy is next...kinda like genshin in gameplay and most of the mechanics including the whole brother and sister at the beggining vs a boss monster...
Main thing I'm pretty sure is main character has amnesia and the plot to me is on par with genshins...including tragedy stuff in like...the second on surface town you visit that's also a dock?
I’ve always found the male Traveler Aether to be the canon traveler based on the opening cinematic. I’m glad Furina got to talk things out.
Most places are, if you have the right... perspective
You do a great job of telling stories that require references, without really needing them. I'm lucky. I've seen the catharsis and it's satisfying even without having gone through or witnessed the pain. The Isekai is very good at mitigating bad or unhappy endings. It provides a much needed service for the participants... and the readers.
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From what I've heard, a nontrivial amount of the story is no longer accessible in-game.
11848344 As far as I know, it's only temporary events that are not available. The story content is for the most part right there.
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Yes, and I vaguely remember hearing about story-relevant things happening in those temporary events. Which was my point.
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Pretending not to imply that it's a singular person, perhaps? My eyes gloss over it without issue but ive never actually considered it any more than as some literary trope, so forgive me if I'm off base here
Wait, I thought the people of Fontaine believed that Furina lost her Archon powers to save them from the prophecy or something like that?
11849466 Nope, it was never revealed to the people of Fontaine what Furina actually went through or sacrificed for them, that's why people of Poisson are so hostile to her, and she lived isolated for a while, afraid to stray outside her home except for emergency rations.
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I wanna give furina a hug
And try that awesome cake of hers
Amazing chapter, great work.