Sacrificing Myself: Nine Transmigrations (Genshin Impact)

"Can this... be my home?"

"But... what should I do?"

Eula was still very young, and having grown up in such a strict environment, she had forgotten how to relax.

She always seemed so serious, taking everything to heart.

If she didn't...

She might get punished or scolded.

That was how things were in her family. Over time, it shaped her personality.

She put her all into everything, as if she had no concept of what "happiness" was, as if it was something forever out of her reach.

Under the control of that twisted family, she was practically like a robot.

The only silver lining was that she had at least broken free from them... and found Elliot.

"What should I do...?" Elliot thought for a moment, then said, "Then... how about I cook today?"

"You can't! I should be the one cooking for you, it's one of the few things I can do as your student..."

Hearing Elliot's words, Eula panicked and immediately refused.

"Learning to enjoy life is also an essential lesson," Elliot said.

"Learn to enjoy...?" Eula murmured.

"That's right. Just relax, the food will be ready soon."

With that, Elliot headed into the kitchen and got to work.

Eula sat on the stool, feeling like she was on pins and needles—restless, unsure what to do.

Letting her teacher cook while she sat around went against everything she'd been taught about proper behavior.

If she were still in her family home, she'd definitely get beaten and thrown into confinement.

Just thinking about it made her more uncomfortable. She wanted to rush into the kitchen, bring Elliot back, and cook in his place. But Elliot had firmly told her to sit tight.

Go, or don't go—either way, it felt wrong.

It left her completely flustered.

After a while, Elliot finally returned with a steaming bowl of noodles.

Seeing him, Eula quickly stood up to help, but Elliot gave a soft smile and said, "Sit, it's fine."

Only then did Eula sit back down.

"Wow, it smells amazing!" she gasped.

The aroma made her instantly hungry, and she couldn't wait to dig in.

"Go on, try it," Elliot said.

Eula picked up the soft, springy noodles, blew on them gently, then slurped them up.

"It's so good!" Her eyes widened with joy and surprise.

"Teacher, what's this dish called? Can you teach me how to make it?"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

"It's tomato and egg noodles. It was my lover's favorite. If you'd like to learn, I can teach you too," Elliot said with a smile, taking a bite himself.

"Yay! You're the best, teacher!"

"Alright, eat up before it gets cold."

They both finished the noodles quickly. Eula then offered eagerly, "Teacher, let me handle the dishes."

Seeing the pleading look in her eyes, Elliot understood—she still wasn't used to this kind of life. So he simply nodded.

Eula took the dishes with gratitude.

Elliot had never seen someone look like they were begging to wash dishes...

If he had refused, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She'd lie awake with guilt and anxiety, unable to find peace.

So, slow change was the better path. Forcing her would only make things worse.

Judging by the situation, teaching Eula would take time.

She wasn't a blank slate—more like paper already stained.

To change her, it would take time. It wasn't something that could be done overnight.

Elliot had to help her discard the harmful teachings of her family while keeping the good, before he could instill something new and right.

Changing someone's values isn't easy. But Eula was still young—there was a chance. It'd just be a bit more difficult.

Once she grew up and her worldview solidified, that's when it would truly become hard.

...

That night, the two headed out like usual.

It took a while to reach the beach, which gave them time to digest. Once there, Elliot began teaching Eula swordsmanship.

With his mastery, turning Eula into a top-tier swordswoman was entirely within reach.

"Ha!"

"Hah!"

These were the commands Elliot had her shout—useful for beginners to build muscle memory.

Just like counting during workouts, once it becomes familiar, it's no longer necessary.

"Don't just use your arms—each strike should engage your whole body. Don't stiffen up. Stay flexible. No one's going to stand still on the battlefield and let you hit them. Always keep your body agile."

"Right, use your waist for power. Stay light on your feet but heavy in technique. Keep your flexibility without losing strength."

"Mm... good. Take a break. You're improving fast."

There was no denying it—Eula had a natural talent for combat. She caught on quickly. Though she had been her family's strongest, her swordsmanship had only been passable before.

But her understanding was sharp. She really could be called a genius. No wonder she was seen as a once-in-a-millennium talent.

During the break, the two sat on a rock, feeling the sea breeze and listening to the crashing waves.

"This is so relaxing..." Eula sighed.

She loved cool places, and the seaside at night was one of her favorites.

"Teacher, what do you like most?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, there has to be something you like, right? I love the waves. Their unique sound calms me, draws me in, makes me feel truly at peace."

"The waves, huh..."

"Yup. What about you, teacher?"

"The things I loved are all in the past... but that's okay. I'll find new ones in the future."

Hearing this, Eula tilted her head, puzzled. It sounded too deep for her to understand.

"Let's go. Time to head back." Seeing her thoughtful expression, Elliot smiled calmly.

"Okay."

...

After a while, they returned home.

Naturally, they slept separately.

After all, it wouldn't be appropriate for a teacher and student to share a room.

...

The next morning.

After breakfast, Elliot went out, leaving Eula to watch the house.

With a rare handful of Mora, he headed to the market. After searching for a long time, he finally spotted something he liked.

"Boss, how much is this?"

Elliot turned the delicate little cylinder in his hand.

"Fifty thousand Mora."

Elliot frowned slightly at the quote. He looked at the 2,000 Mora in his hand, then at the item again.

"Could you lower the price a bit?"

"This material's rare in these parts. Fifty thousand is already a bargain. I'm planning to head to Liyue soon—heard there's a guy there who's crazy about antiques. I bet he'll offer even more."

Hearing that, Elliot's mouth twitched. That guy... he was clearly talking about Zhongli.

But Zhongli always haggled hard—he'd probably slash the price in half.

He couldn't let Zhongli get it. In this life, he wasn't close to him. They didn't really have a relationship.

If it got sold to Zhongli, he'd lose his shot entirely.