Yomite silently gazed at the figure in front of him, unable to pinpoint whether he was serious about his words or just talking shit.
It didn't take him long to figure out the man's identify, however, based on how he spoke and acted.
Much the voice was the same as his first encounter with him, with a mocking tone that seemed even more unsettling.
This was the assassin he had seen in the divination, the guy who had severed his arm and subsequently killed him.
"Let's go outside, Comrade. I have a place where we can....challenge ourselves."
Childe moved pasthim with a wink and a weird thumb gesture toward the exit, as if he wasordering a bowl of ramen noodles.
He waited for Yomite to follow him outside, glancing over his shoulder as soon as the doors opened and closed again.
"No thanks." Yomite grunted, shrugging his shoulders offhandedly. "Why would I fight?"
"""Huh?'""
Everyone was puzzled by his sudden words.
Childe raised an eyebrow, looking at Yomite through narrowed eyes.
"Seriously? I mean...you boldly proclaimed you weren't the one to be pushed around...and everything...and you end it like this?"
Yomite shrugged again, eyes bored. He could see Hu Tao giggling softly in front of him.
He smiled at her in return.
From what he had deducted, the man invited all of them to eat breakfast in this high-class restaurant, and seemed to have enough money to even pay for Iris, which meant he was quite loaded. It would be a shame if he didn't get some profit.
He faced Childe and yawned, "I mean...why would I fight you, when I'm not getting anything from it?"
If the people from Liyue saw him, they would think that the bastard knew nothing about etiquette, yawning without covering his mouth.
"You get to experience the thril of the battle, with me, Childe. You get to experience the pure passionate feeling of—"
Yomite rolled his eyes, giving a small laugh as he shook his head. "Yeah, sorry, not interested in fighting with children."
Childe was dumbfounded, this man was simply too unreasonable to deal with!
"Assistant-kun, he actually isn't a child, people just call him like that." Hu Tao said playfully. "In truth, he's an expert babysitter, hence the nickname. He occasionally visits Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."
"Ah, is that so?"
"It's not Child, but Childe, you hear the E at the end?" Childe retorted sternly, finally having enough of their irritating behavior.
"...Ah...Nope... Look here, Mr. Child, I'm on a vacation with girls. We want to enjoy ourselves, why would I go out of my way to fight a random guy when I gain nothing from it?"
The girls from his party giggled, including Iris who seemed to be interested in her master's sudden change in behavior.
She never saw him act like this before.
"A random guy...a random guy...do you have any idea who I am....You're actually..." Childe let out an exasperated groan, and only then it hit him, that he was starting to sound like people from Liyue and he really hated the way they spoke.
"You know what, fine! I'll bet 20 million Mora! It's just a speck of dust anyway! How about it!?"
Yomite sighed and calmly walked past him, shaking his hand towards his companions to reassure them he was going to be fine.
"You're so slow, would you hurry up?" Yomite urged him with a grin.
"Oi, Asshole, at least tell me your name before I beat you up." Childe glared at him, while Yomite was absentmindedly staring at the ceiling of the establishment.
"Hmmm...if you throw in another twenty million, I will consider it." Yomite responded nonchalantly, crossing his arms behind his back, like a hidden expert from who knew what sect.
They were in the land of Young Masters, he would have to adapt swiftly to the toxic environment he was being subjected to.
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As they left the restaurant, Childe said he knew of a good place where they could fight.
However...
"Hm? What are you doing? Why are you not moving?" He asked, looking at Yomite with furrowed eyebrows.
Yomite wasn't budging from his spot.
"Ah, well, I did agree to fight, but I didn't agree to follow you. That would be another twenty million."
"..."
This man...
Made him want to punch him to death.
"Fine! I'll just give you hundred million Mora altogether! But no more! Is that clear!?"
Yomite sniggered, rolling his eyes, "For a rich guy that wished to invite my girls for a breakfast that seemed something like a date into an expensive restaurant, you sure seem to be a cheapskate. Just the sheer audacity of your actions made me angry, let alone your cocky behavior afterward."
Childe tilted his head slightly, "Oh? All of them were your girls? Then pardon me, I just wished to ask a few questions, is all."
He seemed a bit dumbfounded by the fact.
Most people of Liyue were hellbent on marriages with a single person, yet this man had three women...no, three and a half women including the flying one?
Was he perhaps from the country of freedom, Mondstadt, or maybe from Inazuma?
Of course, there were many exceptions to everything so he couldn't exactly figure it out just from mere guesses.
(So the shortie Blondie traveller was taken as well? Shame. No wonder my seduction skills didn't work.)
A some sort of misunderstanding brewed in his mind, but Yomite had no reason to add on nor clear it up.
