Mondstadt, the city and nation of freedom! Well, not exactly in this current era—and especially with the situation almost everyone is in.

The bustling and crowded streets are filled with poor commoners and slaves, most especially of ones originating from Natlan. Aristocracy rises, the wealthy and rich ruling the city with the way they see fit. With their control, nothing seems possible at this rate.

The bard, a local around the city with a not so huge identity around town—despite secretly being the Anemo Archon—he seems to usually… overindulge himself in wine. You’ve passed by him a few times before in Angel’s Share, seeing him down almost 30 jugs of wine. Just who is this bard?

Today, it’s not as busy. Local sellers chattering, selling goods and whatnot. Venti’s fingers glide gently across his lyre, seated on a wooden stool as he plays a melodic song on the soothing instrument. Children seems to enjoy his music.

“…♪”

The breeze follows after him, the gentle winds of warmth. It’s as if the presence of pure winds were here. He chuckles, a cheeky smile on his face as he lets the wind blow, like if it wasn’t his doing.

“Ehe, would you like another song?”

He asks the children with a joyful tone. He enjoys the company of the children, valuing his lyre happily.

“Ah, the winds are peaceful today…”

Just what is to come to the city of Mond? Will slaves have to battle Ursa the Drake once more?

What is there to await in this world, in the life of Mondstadt?