Under Paimon's explanation, Havria quickly understood the situation. The glowing white orb gently bobbed up and down, as if nodding.
"So that's how it is… It's already been several thousand years… You all found my remains and brought back to life."
"Whew—yep, that's the short version!"
Paimon let out a long breath, relieved the orb had grasped what she ant.
Explaining that much all at once was exhausting...
"What about my people? Do they still exist in Teyvat?"
Havria asked softly.
Even though she had died at the hands of her own people, there wasn't a trace of resentnt in her voice. If anything, she blad herself—for being too weak.
Too weak to survive the chaos of that era… and too weak to give her people a happy, peaceful life.
"According to historical records, after the Salt Plague broke out in Sal Terrae, a portion of the 'Salt People' managed to escape.
"They eventually assimilated into Liyue's society. Of course, they never forgot about you.
"The 'Salt People' remain deeply grateful to the god who once protected them. Once your spirit stabilizes, I can take you to et them," Nolan offered.
"Ah… if they've already settled into peaceful lives, it's probably best not to disturb them,"
Havria declined quickly.
Though she was concerned about her people's current state, they had already lived in Liyue for generations. What if her sudden reappearance stirred up thoughts of restoring the old kingdom?
That would be a disaster.
This was Rex Lapis' domain. If she accidentally caused unrest, she might get smashed into a salt pancake.
She'd been lucky enough to co back to life—no way was she going to risk offending the Geo Archon.
If they were living in hardship, it'd be another story. But since they lived under the protection of Morax, surely things couldn't be that bad.
After all, Morax was a good god.
Nolan seed to understand her concerns and nodded.
"That's fair. But even if you don't want to et them… you could still secretly check in on them soti."
"…Thank you," Havria said softly, her voice warm and gentle. She was already feeling a deep sense of gratitude toward the people who had revived her.
[Havria Has Developed Good Feelings Towards You. Obtained 500 Affection Points. Current Affection Level: Lv.3 (200/300)]
She continued:
"You've brought back to life, but… in my current state, I don't have much to repay you with.
"How about I share the locations of so hidden ruins and domains I discovered while leading my people in hiding?
"Even after all this ti, those places likely haven't changed locations."
"You discovered hidden ruins? You an ancient domains from the Archon War era?! There could be tons of treasures!" Paimon's eyes sparkled with excitent.
"If they've survived all these years without being found, I suppose you could call them ancient. Whether they still hold treasures, though, I can't say for sure—it's been too long.
"Still, anything tied to the Archon War era is bound to be dangerous for mortals. If you go exploring, make sure to scout things out first. Don't charge in recklessly," Havria advised.
"Alright then. When you have ti, please describe those ruins for us.
"Better yet, you could write a moir from your perspective. We're really interested in that part of history," Nolan suggested.
He wasn't too concerned about whether those ruins held valuable artifacts. Thousands of years had passed—who knew what condition they were in?
Just like the ruins of Sal Terrae: ancient and vast, yes, but devastated by the Salt Plague. Nothing could grow there anymore.
Aside from two divine relics, everything else of value had likely long since corroded into nothing.
So he didn't have high hopes for Havria's secret ruins.
Instead, a moir would be far more valuable—a firsthand account of a god from the Archon War era.
Havria's very existence was already legendary. If she could record her mories and experiences from that ti, the resulting autobiography of the Salt God might beco a priceless historical artifact.
The only slight problem… could Havria, in her current spirit form, even write using spiritual energy?
So he asked directly.
"Eh… I probably _could_ manage it," Havria replied. "A moir though… hmm. Alright, if that's what you want."
She thought back over her life—and suddenly realized it ended with her being assassinated by her own people.
What a failure of a "life." Was it really worth recording?
Sensing her uncertainty, Nolan explained his reasoning simply.
"This realm expands when you store precious things in it. So technically, the only 'treasure' you still possess might be your intangible mories.
"If you write them down, that alone would be incredibly aningful."
Havria nodded.
"I see… in that case, I'll record everything I rember."
And just like that, Havria agreed to begin writing her moir.
After all, this was sothing Nolan actually needed. Compared to giving him the locations of so ancient ruins from thousands of years ago—which might not even exist anymore—this was far more practical.
At the very least, it was a direct and tangible way to repay him for his help.
"Hehe, then thank you," Nolan said with a smile. Then, as if sothing had just occurred to him, he added:
"By the way, when we found your remains in the ruins, we also discovered two artifacts imbued with the 'Power of Salt.'
"Would they help with your recovery? If they do, I can return them to you."
"Oh, you an that goblet and asuring rod? They only contain a fraction of the 'Salt Authority.' They don't have the ability to nourish a soul.
"Since you went through the trouble to retrieve them, just keep them," Havria said casually.
"Alright then," Nolan nodded. It was a bit of a pity that the two divine artifacts couldn't help speed up Havria's recovery.
Since he had already asked Havria to write a moir, he figured he might as well ask Raiden Makoto to do the sa while he was at it.
She usually just wandered around the wonderland space anyway—at most teasing her sister for fun.
With that much free ti, she might as well help out with sothing. It wouldn't take long, and she probably wouldn't mind.
With that thought, Nolan headed down to the second-floor ditation room, leaving the task of arranging Havria's accommodations to Lumine and Fischl.
After all, now that Havria had regained her consciousness, continuing to keep her in the storage area seed a bit inappropriate.
Nolan arrived at the second-floor ditation room.
At the mont, both Raiden Makoto and Raiden Ei were in ditation. While the wonderland space didn't suffer from "wear and tear," ditation offered more than just preservation benefits.
It helped refine and strengthen one's spiritual energy—sothing that was clearly beneficial for soul forms like theirs.
As soon as Nolan approached, they both awoke from their ditation.
He briefly explained what he wanted to ask of them. The task of writing a moir was a small matter, and Raiden Makoto agreed without hesitation.
After all, Nolan had helped the Raiden sisters imnsely. Now that there was finally a chance to return the favor, she naturally wouldn't refuse.
Nolan smiled and thanked her, then left the two alone.
As he walked past the library, he glanced through the window and saw Mona frowning in frustration over a deep blue book.
He recognized it—it was an astrology reference book Mona had asked him to buy.
Looks like she had hit a ntal block.
Smiling, Nolan stepped into the library and walked up to Mona, who was wearing her usual hooded bodysuit.
"What's wrong? Hit a difficult part?" he asked.
Mona looked up at him and, with an annoyed snap, shut the book.
"Ugh, how infuriating! The final paper in this astrology journal about stellar formations—it just gives a teaser! The full content is in the _next_ issue!
"Did they switch editors or sothing? Who even does this?! It's like they're playing tricks!
"Hmph! No wonder there are rumors that this publishing house is about to go bankrupt!"
"Oh?"
Nolan picked up the book from the table, curious. It turned out the journal was published by a press based in Suru.
He hadn't really paid much attention to publications like this, so he didn't recognize it.
But that didn't matter—he already knew how to comfort Mona.
He walked around to her side, gently lifted her lithe body into his arms, sat down on a chair himself, and settled Mona on his lap, straddling him.
As he gently stroked her back, he said:
"Actually, the academic papers published by Suru's various journals are all supplied by the Akademiya. I recently got acquainted with Lesser Lord Kusanali."
"How about I take you to visit the Akademiya's 'House of Wisdom' in a few days? They have a vast collection of scholarly materials stored there."
He had thought about this before—the House of Wisdom contained extensive and comprehensive academic resources. Taking Mona there to browse and study would be far more cost-effective than spending Mora to buy books. Now seed like the perfect ti to share the good news with her!
"Really?!"
Mona propped herself up by pressing on Nolan's shoulders, her eyes lighting up with excitent.
As an astrologer and a scholar herself, she was naturally familiar with the prestigious Akademiya of Suru. She had always wanted to visit, but not being an Akademiya scholar, she could only ever dream of entering as a tourist.
As for accessing the rare and valuable materials there—that had always seed like wishful thinking. So hearing that Nolan was acquainted with Lesser Lord Kusanali, and that he could take her into the House of Wisdom, made her thrilled beyond words.
"Of course! It's just that the Dendro Archon has been a bit busy these days, so to avoid disturbing her, I figured we'd wait a few days before going."
Nolan held her soft waist and pulled her a bit closer—close enough that he could feel the warmth of her lower belly against his own.
His hands then slid downward from her waist, gliding over the soft curves hugged by her sheer black tights, and ca to rest gently on her calves, which were curled beneath her at the edge of the chair.
"Mmm, you rascal… Fine, I'll let you off the hook this ti. Consider it your reward."
Mona knew full well that Nolan was getting flirty again. But since he brought her such great news, she figured she'd take the initiative this ti.
With that thought, Mona wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, planting a kiss on his lips.
They'd shared a bed and been intimate many tis before, so she was no longer shy or easily flustered.
As Nolan returned her kiss, he began gently massaging her calves with his fingers—soft, bouncy, and strangely soothing.
After a while…
He slid both hands behind her thighs, pressing gently at the junction between thigh and calf, continuing to knead the soft flesh there.
At the sa ti, he pulled aside her purple bodysuit and began slowly tearing open her black stockings, which weren't exactly made for durability.
"Mmm—idiot! You tore my stockings again!"
Mona broke the kiss, her fair cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She clutched his shoulders a little harder, scolding him half-heartedly.
Nolan just grinned, tightening his hold on her waist and diving in for another kiss.
"Mmh!"
…
A few days later—
Havria and Raiden Makoto had both finished writing their autobiographies, titled _The Chronicle of the Salt God_ and _The Tale of the Raiden Shogun_, respectively.
Inspired by the deluxe edition of _The Boar Princess_, Nolan had asked Ningguang in advance to prepare so premium "Essence Paper" for their manuscripts.
This special paper was crafted from "Divine Essence Wood" using a unique process. Although its slightly yellowish hue ant it couldn't achieve a snow-white finish, it was exceptionally durable, resistant to aging, and possessed incredible flexibility.
Its surface featured a distinctive and consistent grain, making it pleasant to write on. Most importantly, "Divine Essence Wood" could retain spiritual energy for extended periods.
Books written on this paper could preserve the emotional state of the writer. When others read the content later, they would also be able to feel the mindset of the author at the ti of writing.
Truly miraculous.
With this, the value of autobiographies written by archons themselves on such sacred paper skyrocketed instantly!
After hundreds of years, with the weight of ti and history, these manuscripts could very well beco powerful artifacts—perhaps even holy relics.
In fact, it might be inevitable.
Because the mont these books were completed, the sanctuary space reacted imdiately and expanded significantly.
For example, _The Chronicle of the Salt God_ recorded Havria's key life events from the mont of her creation.
Told from her perspective, it detailed the era of the Archon War and many hidden realms she had encountered.
It held imnse practical value!
Given that the authors were archons themselves, the materials used were of great worth, and the writing could convey spiritual essence—there was no doubt these books had relic-level potential.
_The Tale of the Raiden Shogun_ followed the sa principle, chronicling history from Raiden Makoto's viewpoint, with Raiden Ei also contributing.
Seeing how things were going, Nolan even invited Raiden Ei to join the effort, resulting in a collaborative work by the "three sisters."
Thus, the complete _Tale of the Raiden Shogun_, authored by three top-tier archons, ca to life!
Compared to _The Chronicle of the Salt God_, this three-way autobiography carried even greater value.
The two books together expanded the sanctuary space by a total of 15 square ters—5 for the Salt God's tale, and 10 for the Raiden Shogun's.
The entire Wonderland space now asured 360 square ters, enough for a full layout redesign.
Hmm… He'd discuss the redesign with everyone later.
In addition to expanding the space, the two books also granted the Wonderland two unique spatial traits…
(End of Chapter)
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