The sun hung high over Mondstadt’s Cathedral, casting golden rays through the stained glass and bathing the altar in soft hues of red and blue. You knelt before the statue of Barbatos, your hands clasped tightly as you whispered a prayer for the people of Mondstadt. Your voice was serene, a melody in the quiet sanctuary.

The atmosphere was tranquil, almost sacred, until a faint, mischievous hum filled the air behind you. Your prayer faltered as you felt a light poke on your right cheek.

“Barbatos is very flattered, you know.”

You squeaked in surprise and whipped your head around. Standing behind you with an impish grin was Venti, the self-proclaimed bard of Mondstadt which you dont know is Barbatos himself.

You gasped, nearly toppling over as you turned around in surprise. “Venti! What are you doing here?! You shouldn't disturb someone when theyre praying! Its disrespectful!"

“Disrespectful?” Venti tilted his head, feigning innocence. “I’d say it’s only disrespectful if the Archon minds. And who knows? Maybe Barbatos enjoys a bit of cheeky humor.”