After accepting Jean's mission, Lumine and Paimon quickly went to the Temples of the Four Winds, moving fast despite the day's earlier chaos.
Reading comics cost Mora, and without steady work, their money would run out. This pushed them to finish their task quickly. Thanks to the Wind-Wind Fruit's power, Lumine moved easily through the temples, stopping elemental problems with her wind abilities.
Paimon happily followed, her camera recording every attack as Lumine fought Hillichurls and beasts for her Traveler's Journal.
Back at the Knights' headquarters, their success earned Lumine the title "Honorary Knight" and a large bag of Mora. "These hundreds of thousands will keep us in comics for days," Lumine said, grinning as she left the building.
Having experienced the Wind-Wind Fruit's power, she strongly desired more stories from Harlan Flint's shelves. Paimon agreed, her mind focused on the mysterious Gourmet Tablecloth Harlan had mentioned.
"By the way, Lumine, you didn't mention that person we saw in the temple—besides the dragon and crystal," Paimon said, sounding suspicious.
Lumine's eyes briefly darkened. "He didn't feel trustworthy—something was off about him."
Paimon pointed down. "You mean that guy in green, like the bard playing below us now?"
Lumine looked over the ledge, spotting a familiar figure in green, and muttered, "That's… him, isn't it?"
What were the chances they'd find him here, relaxing under the Anemo Archon's statue? Paimon's eyes widened, her voice full of excitement. "Let's go check him out!"
Lumine nodded, and they went down to the square, where the bard's harp played a sad melody. Wendy sang about old times, his voice a gentle tune that attracted a crowd—Lumine and Paimon among them, tossing him some Mora.
"You're the Honorary Knight and Mondstadt's hero!" Wendy exclaimed, smiling brightly as he recognized them. Driving off Stormterror had made them famous, an act worthy of a bard's praise in his opinion.
Paimon beamed, puffed up with pride. "He called us heroes—hear that, Lumine?"
"I'm Wendy, a bard—three-time champion of Mondstadt's favorite, no less," he said, his gaze lingering on Lumine's wind-touched aura. "What brings you to me?" he asked, sensing the power she held, which was almost as strong as an Anemo Vision.
Paimon chirped, "A bard like you could sing our adventures—make us legends!"
Lumine gave her a playful glare, then explained their encounter with the dragon's corruption in the temple. Their conversation revealed Twalin—Stormterror's real name—and its madness caused by the Abyss Mages, a story Wendy knew well.
Using his charm, he convinced Lumine to help him steal the Sky Lyre that night, a plan she couldn't quite refuse. Before they parted, Wendy became curious. "How did you create that cyan dragon to fight Twalin?"
"It's all thanks to Harlan Flint's comics," Lumine replied, eager to tell him about the shop's wonders. She described the exciting stories and the rewards—like her wind powers—hoping Wendy's songs might draw people to Galehaven Comics. Only 100,000 Mora for such power felt like a debt she owed Harlan, which she would repay by promoting the shop.
Wendy's eyebrows shot up, astonishment on his face. "A shop in Mondstadt that gives power through stories?" As Barbatos, he knew every part of Mondstadt for a thousand years, yet this place was unknown to him.
"Harlan Flint—sounds foreign, maybe Liyuean, but he doesn't fit that type—another outsider, perhaps?" he wondered, hand on his chin.
Paimon leaned in, her voice dreamy. "Harlan mentioned a Gourmet Tablecloth—say a dish, and it appears, pure magic!" Her desire for that prize was clear, a hunger fueled by the promise of endless feasts.
Wendy's head snapped up, eyes gleaming. "A prop like that exists?!" Visions of endless cider and delicious foods danced in his mind—no more dodging tavern bills. "Where's this shop? I've got to see it!" he urged, his usual calm replaced by eager delight.
Lumine and Paimon exchanged a look, nodding. "We'll take you now—nothing else on our schedule." They hoped bringing a new customer might earn them extra reads from Harlan's strict one-a-day rule.
The trio set off, their steps light as they went through Mondstadt toward the alley's hidden gem.
At Galehaven Comics, Barbara closed Digimon: First Frontier, her face glowing with the story's impact. For someone who usually stayed in the cathedral, its wild adventures opened a window to worlds she had never imagined. The newness of the digital realm—computers, evolving creatures—captivated her, its vivid pictures a treat for her eyes.
However, the children's farewell to their Digimon partners saddened her, a touching separation she couldn't shake. "Good thing it's just a comic—if this were a moving tale, I'd be a sobbing mess," Harlan thought, watching her wistful expression. The system pinged in his mind, ready to reveal Barbara's reward as she set the book aside.