The streets were quiet on the way back to the inn.
Occasionally, a patrol team passed by, torches in hand. They glanced at Luciel and his companions, but after recognizing their attire, quickly stepped aside without a word.
Liyue had been holding back, but at last she asked, "Luciel, why didn't you agree to become the Moon Lord?"
Luciel chuckled softly. "I was wondering when you'd finally ask."
Instead of answering directly, he posed a question of his own. "Tell me—what do you think are the benefits of leading the Moon Lake Tribe?"
"That's obvious." Liyue tilted her head, silver hair swaying. "You'd never have to starve, you'd have protection, and there's plenty of water to drink."
Mino piped up, raising her hand like a child. "But we already have all that on Little Black Tortoise's back."
Liyue paused, then her eyes widened in realization. That's right. What others dream of, we already possess.
