Genshin Impact: A New Sixth

"You have the 'Remains of the Third Descender' on your person, don't you?" Skirk's words snapped Noctis' attention back to the conversation. Noctis, on the verge of leaving the strange space just as the Traveller just had, froze mid-step. Skirk's question hung in the air, heavy with implication.

"Remains? I've never heard of any such thing?" Nevuilette responded curiosuly.

"Are you talking about the Gnosis, by any chance?" Noctis's voice echoed as he approached the two.

"Yes, I suppose that's the more common name," Skirk replied with a nod of confirmation.

"After Focalors' divinity faded, she entrusted the Gnosis to me," Neuvillette admitted, his voice steady but contemplative. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But I've never heard it described in the manner you just did."

Noctis's eyes narrowed as they swept over the woman's form, suspicion coiling within him. Was she suggesting that the objects containing the authority of dragons were merely remnants of another being? Or perhaps the remains of this entity were repurposed to harness such power? Questions wove through his mind like threads in a spider's web, each one more intricate than the last.

"You should probably rid yourself of such objects of 'misfortune' to avoid any disasters befalling you," she muttered calmly, her words laced with a stark warning.

"Objects of misfortune?" he retorted, his voice sharp, a clear edge of offence lacing his words. "You believe our power to be some sort of bad omen?" His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering and intense, awaiting her response.

"The power of dragons isn't the source of misfortune she speaks of, Noctis," Nevuilette interjected, his tone firm as he shifted Noctis' attention from Skirk to himself. "What Skirk means is that the true misfortune lies within the remnants of the third descender—those very remnants that contain our power."

Noctis' anger simmered just beneath the surface, his jaw tightening as he took a deep breath. "So, what kind of curse do these 'remains' carry?" he asked, his voice low and edged with frustration.

"These are just my... Personal thoughts." She explained with a light sigh. 

'So they aren't even confirmed...' Noctis thought, realising he got annoyed for nothing.

"This 'Third Descender' you speak of... Who are they? And when did they die?" Nevuilette pressed, his voice steady but laden with an unmistakable urgency.

Skirk, unfazed by the intensity of the inquiry, merely shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted, her tone calm as ever. "My master never deemed it important enough for me to know. Whatever their identity, it's something left to the past—unspoken, forgotten."

"If it is that important to you, I can ask my master. By the next time we meet, I'll be able to tell you," Skirk offered, her voice calm yet carrying an underlying promise.

Neuvilette's brows furrowed in curiosity, his gaze steady on her. "You believe we will meet again?" he inquired, a hint of skepticism threading his words.

Skirk's eyes flicked between the two dragons, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I can almost guarantee it."

"I suppose it would be nice to see you again," Noctis muttered absent minded, but Skrik's usual calm posture shattered instantly.

Neuvilette's eyes shot wide as his gaze shifted towards the tired-looking Noctis, his voice taking on a subtle edge. "Think about Lady Arlecchino, dear brother Noctis..."

"What do you mean—" Noctis began, confusion flickering across his face. But then the realization hit him like a freight train. "Oh, come on, I didn't mean it like that!" His voice rose, the tension palpable. "I expect this from Childe, not you, Nevuilette."

"So, you weren't trying to replace Lady Arlecchino with the woman you just met?" Nevuilette asked, his voice laced with amusement, as a wave of relief flooded over him, like a dam breaking.

"Of course not! What kind of asshole do you take me for?!" Noctis complained, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he glared at Nevuilette, furious that his brother would think so little of him.

Neuvilette only raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk on his face as he let Noctis vent.

"I'm glad you're not planning anything," Skirk interjected from the sidelines, her gaze sharp and unwavering, as she eyed Noctis like a hawk watching its prey. "I mean when we first met you kept staring at me..."

"I was being cautious!" He retorted.

"Then why were you looking at my legs...?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Noctis let out an exhausted sigh, feeling the weight of the conversation press down on him as Nevuilette stared at him with suspicion from the side.

"I will be telling Arlecchino if you do not explain," Nevuilette said, his voice calm but carrying a sharp undertone.

Noctis' eyes shot open in panic. "You traitor! She'll kill me!" he shouted, the sheer horror in his voice making it clear how much he feared Arlecchino's wrath.

"Then get to explaining," Nevuilette replied coolly, unfazed by his brother's outburst.

"What!? You're talking like you wouldn't look at them! They're literally wrapped in a veil of stars!" Noctis argued, desperation creeping into his voice as he tried to convince his brother that his staring was entirely justified. "How could anyone not be mesmerized by that?!"

Nevuilette raised an eyebrow, his expression unwavering. "Mesmerized, hmm? Or are you simply trying to cover up your unnecessary fascination?"

"You're a pervert..." Skirk muttered under her breath, her gaze still fixed on Noctis, though the faint smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement.

Noctis froze, a deep blush creeping up his neck. "I—What?!" he stammered, caught off guard. "I'm not—!"

Skirk's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Sure you're not.

"What happened to you both?!" Noctis shouted, his frustration bubbling over as he turned towards Nevuilette. "You're meant to be the serious judge of Fontaine!" He then swung his attention to Skirk, pointing an accusing finger. "And you're supposed to be the quiet woman who wouldn't make conversation with a lonely fourteen-year-old because he wasn't worthy! You're both worse than Yae Miko!"

Hearing his own words memories of his one night stayed at the Narukami shrine flooded through his mind, "I take that last part back..."

"Yae Miko? The Guuji of Narukami Shrine, another woman you could think of over Lady Arlecchino?" Neuvilette went silent for a moment as he watched Noctis shudder at the thought of Arlecchino.

"I take back the take back!" He screamed.

(A/N) This chapter is serious and fades into unserious. I got a bit distracted writing the last part but I like the way they bully Noctis anyway. This is probably coming up to the end of the Fontaine Arc. I'm thinking of having him go back to Inazuma so I'll probably have to progress the fox and the nobody a little bit more.