My Next Life in Teyvat: I Just Wanted Friends, Not Every Girl's Love! Chapter 174 - 173: Eula Discovers Something

"Hmph ╭(╯^╰)╮, what a boring festival."

Eula, having finished her patrol, stood on a high vantage point, looking down at the bustling crowd below, letting out a disdainful sound.

She really didn’t understand what was so good about this Windblu Festival; it was completely aningless. Why were they all so happy?

She wasn’t envious of these people having close companions; such things ant nothing to her. She didn’t need such things at all.

Hey! What kind of look is that? Do you have an opinion on what I said? I’ll rember this grudge!

As a mber of the Lawrence Clan, Eula had always been unable to participate in any festivals like ordinary people. Each ti, she could only hide in the shadows like this, watching from afar.

Although she had already started to change the situation of the Lawrence Clan, this couldn’t be achieved in a short ti. Fortunately, there were still so people in the clan who shared her ideas. Although there were only a few scattered ones, she wasn’t fighting alone, was she?

Eula, not wanting to continue watching, turned to leave. The mont she turned around, she saw a familiar back exit Mondstadt through a side gate.

"Is that Durandal? Does she have sothing to do, going out at this ti?"

During the Windblu Festival, Mondstadt’s residents usually did things themselves to express themselves, and there wouldn’t be any commissions at the Adventurers’ Guild.

What was Durandal going out to do at this ti? Eula wondered, puzzled.

Anyway, she had nothing to do, so why not follow Durandal and see what she was up to?

No sooner said than done, Eula followed Durandal’s pace from a distance, watching her occasionally stop to observe the flowers by the roadside, then turn and continue towards Cape Oath.

[She’s been looking at flowers this whole ti. Is she preparing a windblu?]

Most likely, yes, but who was she preparing the windblu for? Eula was curious, and her tracking beca even more motivated.

Durandal’s steps were slow, and Eula could easily follow behind her until she reached a certain tree, where Eula lost track of Durandal.

Eula waited for a long ti but didn’t see Durandal erge from there. She couldn’t help but run over to check, only to find that Durandal was nowhere to be found, having vanished.

Hmm? Hmm? What’s going on? How did she suddenly disappear? Where did she go?

Eula, bewildered, walked around the tree several tis and even looked up, but Durandal wasn’t hiding up there. What was happening? Could there be so trap here, and Durandal fell into it?

"So it’s you, Eula. You’ve been following ; is sothing the matter?"

"W-wah!"

Eula was startled by the sudden greeting, jumping a step sideways with a cute yelp, looking in alarm at Durandal, who was holding a Sli with teary eyes.

Hmm~ Why was she holding a Sli? And why did the Sli look so scared?

Usually, wild Slis would attack when they detected soone approaching, so why was this Sli so obediently staying in Durandal’s arms?

Durandal tossed the Sli aside, ca before Eula, and asked again, "What’s wrong? You’ve been following ; is sothing the matter?"

"Nothing, I just saw you going out alone and couldn’t help but follow to take a look."

Since she was discovered, she wouldn’t pretend anymore! She just followed her, so what? Wasn’t she honest?

"Follow to take a look?" Durandal tilted her head, looking at Eula in confusion. "Do you follow everyone who leaves Mondstadt alone?"

"How could that be? Why would I do such a thing? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t do anything so boring."

She would protect Mondstadt’s residents according to the Knights of Favonius’s regulations, but she wouldn’t be so idle as to spend her usual ti protecting people outside Mondstadt.

If it weren’t Durandal leaving the city, she would already be ho, preparing to rest a bit before contacting the reform-minded mbers of her clan to discuss future plans.

She wasn’t following because she was worried about Durandal’s safety; she was just curious about what Durandal intended to do.

However... considering Durandal’s strength, capable of fighting a Fatui Harbinger alone, her worry seed quite superfluous.

"Hmm? Are you worried about ?"

"Ugh! So things are best kept to oneself; there’s no need to say them out loud."

Durandal agreed with this statent. Shenhe had embarrassed her several tis for this very reason. But since it was just the two of them here, was there a problem with that statent?

Since she was discovered, Eula no longer needed to secretly follow. She simply joined Durandal’s party, following her towards Cape Oath, arriving at Durandal’s flower field.

"I never expected such a place here; I never noticed it before."

Eula knew this area. It could be said to be the safest area; no one had ever encountered danger here, and not even the most widespread Hilichurls had appeared here.

This vicinity was like a forbidden zone for monsters. Only small animals were found here, and Adventurers would also co here to rest, camping overnight.

She never expected such a beautiful place to be hidden here. It also seed to be Durandal’s territory.

"Where did all these flowers co from? Many of them don’t grow in this area."

"I planted all of these. I brought the seeds of any flowers I liked here to cultivate them. From an original small patch, this entire place eventually beca covered in flowers."

She still rembered when there was only a single, lonely flower here. She slowly added new mbers, and gradually it beca as magnificent as it was now.

"These flowers, you planted them all? How is that possible? It would take an unknown amount of ti to achieve this. How did you..."

Eula wanted to refute that Durandal simply didn’t have that much ti to plant so many flowers, but she cald down and thought. Durandal... wasn’t as simple as she appeared.

She used to think Durandal was an ordinary human, but various events kept reminding her that Durandal was a very special existence. She might be different from what she thought, not an ordinary human.

So... what exactly was her identity? Could it be... Eula recalled a ti when she had seen Durandal interacting with Jean from afar. Jean had been very respectful of Durandal, not with her usual polite attitude, but with the kind of reverence one shows to a great being.

She hadn’t quite understood the reason for Jean’s behavior before, but now she sowhat understood.

"Since just now, your gaze has beco quite complex. What’s wrong? Did sothing co to mind?"

"...Nothing, just so random thoughts, not worth ntioning."

Eula shook her head. Even if Durandal wasn’t an ordinary person, so what? She was her friend, a very important friend who had enlightened her and made her understand what she should do.

This wouldn’t change. She wouldn’t alter her perception of Durandal because of her special identity.

Although all of this was her own speculation, she wasn’t going to voice it until Durandal herself admitted it.

Their current way of getting along was also good, wasn’t it? To have soone with whom she could speak her mind, soone who allowed her to say things she usually couldn’t express, Eula quite liked this way of interacting.

So, skipping this topic, Eula focused her attention on the flowers in Durandal’s hand. While she was thinking, Durandal had already picked so flowers.

"Are these flowers ant for soone? If you’re giving them to soone, it’s better to give individual flowers; it’s more formal that way."

"Can’t they be mixed? I understand."

Durandal nodded, placing the excess flowers on the ground. As she placed them, the flowers imdiately began to root downwards, quickly growing back.

Eula, who hadn’t expected the flowers to grow back, watched this scene with twitching eyebrows.

Was this her way of no longer trying to hide it? At least wait until they left to do sothing like this; she was making it very difficult for her.

"Are you planning to give these flowers to a friend? Is it that short-haired blonde girl who travels with you?"

Speaking of Lumine, Eula couldn’t help but recall that strange person.

She was the strangest girl she had ever t, bar none.

She was quite nice, just like Durandal, she didn’t distance herself because of Eula’s Lawrence identity; on the contrary, she was very willing to be friends with her.

Only... after becoming friends with her and getting familiar, she would do so things that made one clench their fists.

There was one ti when she stealthily approached her, grabbed the black strap on the inside of her high-heeled boots, and after stretching it a bit, released it, making the strap snap hard against her thigh.

She still couldn’t forget the feeling at that ti. That black strap was originally just for reinforcent, but that person actually found such a use for it.

She gasped in pain at the ti, and while enduring the pain in her leg, that person was still laughing, laughing until she said, "Tit for tat," and that she could also joke with her.

She didn’t hold back, unhesitatingly striking her beautiful face to make her understand not to play such malicious jokes again.

All in all, although that person’s behavior was usually unreliable, she was still a good friend... provided she wasn’t acting up. If she was, then it was hard to say.

"...She’ll get so too, but I need to prepare several portions. There are others to give them to."

I see, she must be referring to the other beautiful white Damselette, and the little one who always accompanies them.

The four of them were quite a regular group; they were often seen appearing together.

"You’re giving them flowers because of friendship, right? After all, your relationship is so good."

They lived together all the ti; that kind of camaraderie was quite enviable.

Durandal didn’t answer her for a long ti, which left Eula confused. Had she not heard? Or were her words incorrect?

Durandal’s flowers for them weren’t flowers of friendship?

Hmm? Wait a minute! No way!

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