The Next Morning
Furina stirred awake, stretching lazily beneath the cozy covers before removing the Void Terminal from her ears.
For some reason, ever since she’d started sleeping with the terminal on, her dreams had become oddly pleasant. Dreams of her singularly saving Fontaine with divine might, making Luo Qing grovel at her feet, unifying Teyvat as its sole Empress, and treating Luo Qing like her loyal dog… They were all wonderfully satisfying.
Over time, she’d grown accustomed to sleeping with the device.
Lying in bed, she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling and sighed softly.
Finally, she got up.
As a god, Furina had always been particular, never wearing the same outfit two days in a row. But in Luo Qing’s house, there were no extra clothes for her.
When she’d asked Rosalyne for help the previous night, the maid had handed her one of Luo Qing’s shirts, claiming that none of the other women’s clothes would fit her properly. She’d have to “make do” with his.
She had to be doing it on purpose.
There was no way Furina would wear Luo Qing’s clothes!
Left with no choice, she begrudgingly put on her clothes from the day before, resolving to change into a fresh outfit as soon as she returned to Palais Mermonia.
After dressing, she took extra care fixing her appearance in the mirror, ensuring every strand of hair was in place and that her overall look was as flawless as usual.
Only once she was satisfied did she leave her room, ready to head home.
This house is full of Luo Qing’s wives, she thought to herself, adjusting her posture for maximum poise.
Her irritation from last night flared again as she recalled how Makoto had flaunted her figure so shamelessly.
Big deal. So what if you’re busty? Furina huffed inwardly. Whether or not I agree to her ridiculous invitation, I can’t let myself be overshadowed by these people!
With her resolve firm, she opened the door.
She was immediately met with the warm scent of something delicious wafting through the hallway.
Following her nose, she descended the stairs, arriving at the dining area.
At the table, the women were seated on either side, enjoying breakfast together.
Rosalyne stood to the side, ready to replace plates or refill drinks. Theresa and Ei each had a light novel in hand, reading as they ate. The white-haired Bu’er was chatting cheerfully with the little Dendro Archon, Nahida, while Makoto sipped her milk, flipping through a Steambird newspaper.
Though each was busy with their own thing, the scene exuded a cozy, familial warmth that caught Furina off guard.
“You…” Furina began hesitantly, unsure of what to say.
Among these women were gods—actual gods, some of the most powerful beings in Teyvat.
Furina glanced at the table and couldn’t help but think back to her own breakfasts.
She had always eaten alone, maintaining an air of divine dignity and mystery.
They actually sit together like this, just eating breakfast like normal people?
“Oh, you’re up, Miss Furina?” Makoto greeted her with a welcoming smile, gesturing toward an empty seat. “Come join us. Your breakfast is ready.”
“I… okay,” Furina replied awkwardly.
She had planned to leave right away, but she hesitated. Aside from Theresa, the others were all Archons. Turning down the invitation might seem rude.
Reluctantly, she shuffled toward the table.
Just as she was about to sit, everyone paused what they were doing and looked at her.
“W-Why are you all staring at me?” Furina stammered, her unease mounting. She hovered awkwardly, unsure whether to sit or flee.
“That seat is Luo Qing’s,” Makoto said with a light chuckle, pointing to her right. “Your seat is over here.”
“…”
Furina froze, realizing her blunder.
She was so accustomed to sitting at the head of the table in Fontaine that she had instinctively assumed the main seat was for her.
To learn it was Luo Qing’s exclusive spot—even in his absence—made her feel oddly out of place.
He’s not even here, and they still won’t let anyone else sit there?!
“N-No problem,” she murmured, swallowing her pride as she moved to the indicated seat.
As soon as she sat, Makoto placed a few steamed buns on her plate.
“Here, try these,” Makoto said warmly. “They’re Liyue delicacies. There are also options from Sumeru and Inazuma—just let Rosalyne know what you’d like, and she’ll prepare it for you.”
Furina took a cautious bite of the bun.
Delicious.
Though the taste was unfamiliar, the savory aroma and texture were delightful.
Despite the food’s appeal, Furina couldn’t fully relax. She felt out of place, glancing around to see if anyone was watching her.
But after a few furtive looks, she realized that no one seemed to care.
Apart from Makoto occasionally chatting with her, the others were absorbed in their own activities, occasionally exchanging casual banter.
It was as if they had already accepted her as part of the family, free to join their routine without pretense or formality.
By the time breakfast ended, the women gradually left the table, scattering to their respective tasks. Only Furina and Makoto remained seated.
“Um…”
After a long pause, Furina finally worked up the courage to ask, “Do you always eat breakfast like this?”
“Of course,” Makoto replied with an amused smile. “What were you expecting?”
“I just… thought it might be more… formal?” Furina admitted, her voice trailing off.
She had imagined something more ceremonious—like a banquet, with everyone waiting for the “head of the house” to begin before eating.
“Why would we need all that pomp?” Makoto asked, laughing lightly. “We’re family. Why complicate things?”
“Family…” Furina echoed, glancing at the untouched seat at the head of the table.
“Then why does that seat…”
“Oh, that?” Makoto followed her gaze, her smile softening. “That’s for the head of the family.”
“Luo Qing?” Furina asked, puzzled.
“Of course,” Makoto said. “He’s the reason we’re all here. That seat represents our bond, the foundation of this family.”
She added with a chuckle, “Besides, Luo Qing’s a bit of a handful. Even if he’s away, you never know when he’ll walk through the door. And if he comes back and finds someone in his seat…”
Makoto paused, grinning mischievously.
“He’d probably make a big fuss and roll around on the floor until we gave it back to him.”
“…” Furina stared at her, dumbfounded.
She’s really devoted to him, Furina thought. How in Teyvat did Luo Qing manage to win her over?
—
T/N: even luo qing doesnt even know
This is a fan translation of 原神：这个见习执行官太屑了 by 何一乐. All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!
Reader discussion
0 Comments
Be the first reader to share a thought about this chapter.