The world has still been changed a lot by the old uncle, after all.
For example, the current little Eula doesn't show the slightest sign of holding grudges.
She's completely a soft, sweet, adorable girl.
"I thought there was some reason the old uncle didn't want to go shopping with me. Turns out you've gone back to your old trade of charming little girls again?"
At this moment, little Eula had also spotted little Yoimiya. Such a cute child—it was no wonder the old uncle would show up here.
"Hey? Eula, you can't slander me like that. When have I ever charmed little girls? In Liyue Harbor, wasn't I someone every child could gather around and play with? And what's wrong with liking cute little milk buns!"
Faced with the uncle and big sister playfully bickering, little Yoimiya could only marvel at how close they were.
Even though the words sounded angry, the two in front of her looked extremely happy.
And…
Little Yoimiya gently stroked Kirara's head.
That old uncle just called me a cute little milk bun!
"Alright, alright, we still have proper business. Since little Eula is here, I won't play the surprise game anymore."
"Surprise? Hmm… Hearing you say that, should I step out for a bit?"
"No need. Bringing you along in the first place is part of the surprise~ Look, where are we?"
Little Eula stepped out of the shop and looked at the sign.
"Naganohara Fireworks?"
"This is Inazuma's best fireworks shop. I came here this time to get a custom firework made for you."
"Fireworks…?"
Little Eula seemed to fall into memory.
"Lively fireworks… that might be nice."
Though fireworks are a Liyue tradition, everyone knows Mondstadt is the city of freedom—nothing better than bringing in some fireworks.
Little Eula had seen them before, but that kind of liveliness had never really belonged to her.
"Right? Right~ Little Eula, think about what you want your fireworks to be like?"
Little Eula sank into thought. Her own fireworks?
She had absolutely no ideas.
The only thing she could think of was that, after no longer caring about the Lawrence name, life outside traveling with the old uncle was truly wonderful.
"You can decide for me, old uncle. Whatever you choose, I'm fine with it."
Because it's the old uncle—the one who extended warm kindness to her when she was at her coldest—so…
"Whatever the old uncle wants, that's how it'll be."
"Hiss… The old uncle has choice paralysis, you know…"
Cid felt that little Eula probably still cared about it deep down.
Thinking back on his recent time with little Eula…
"Come to think of it, little Eula, you once told me that the Lawrence family has something called the Mark of Glacial Ice…"
"Yes. It's the highest symbol of martial prowess in the family. In a thousand years, very few have ever passed the trial to obtain it."
"Then let's go with that. Paired with brilliant blue—I think it'll look amazing. And it suits you perfectly. Come on, draw it quickly~"
Faced with the old uncle's choice, little Eula didn't overthink it.
Though the Lawrence name felt like a burden, it was still part of her.
The old uncle accepting that name had been the beginning of their meeting, after all.
Little Yoimiya, standing beside them, took the drawing of the Mark of Glacial Ice that little Eula had sketched.
"This pattern? No problem! So what kind of pattern does the old uncle want?"
Yoimiya eagerly looked forward to the old uncle's firework.
However, the old uncle let out a mischievous chuckle.
"My fireworks won't be as simple as little Eula's. Heh heh…"
As he spoke, the old uncle took paper and began drawing. It took him barely a minute…
"Old uncle, if there's something you want, just tell me… This drawing of yours…"
It's really ugly.
The body proportions, the facial features—little Eula, who had received proper art education, truly couldn't bear to look at it.