During rest time, serious matters are generally not discussed—unless no one can find a topic for a while.
After thoroughly studying the information on paper, the old man figured the timing was about right.
He went to wash up first.
Lately, because he had been wearing the Shura Anyakonsen-shou armor, the old man had been forced to constantly use Anemo to help dissipate heat.
It wasn't much else to speak of, but in terms of fine control, the old man's mastery had risen once again.
And today, after taking off the armor, the smell on his body was much better compared to yesterday.
Otherwise, he probably would have had to take a bath before even entering the kitchen, and then feel compelled to take another one after dinner.
Afterward, he unreservedly joined the group of children.
"The adults' topics are over. Now comes the children's leisurely time. Work-related matters can be left to tomorrow's me."
Little Eula and little Ayato saw the childish old man and also paused their discussion about today's government affairs.
But for a moment, the three of them didn't know what to talk about.
No helping it—only little children enjoy playing hide-and-seek.
Older children aren't as fond of running around like that.
Moreover, the three bigger children present all had connections to politics, and they carried quite heavy burdens in their hearts.
Leisure time for big children...
What exactly could they do?
But the old man had an idea...
"Speaking of which, Yae Publishing House recently launched their summer submission event. Does anyone have any interest in participating?"
"Are you planning to write a novel?"
Little Ayato fell into thought. This was actually something he had never done before.
And although he had time in the evenings, the act of writing a novel...
Well, alright—the Kanjou Commission had exclusively launched it, deeply participating in Yae Publishing House's event, and lately the novels from Yae Publishing House had been getting more and more improper. It was indeed necessary for the Kanjou Commission to intervene...
Absolutely not because little Ayaka and his own mother were currently looking at him with extreme excitement...
"Write something..."
Meanwhile, little Eula unconditionally supported whatever the old man suggested.
At the same time, she had already begun thinking about what she should write.
How about writing a story about a lively Mondstadt girl on a free adventure and a Liyue noble young master trapped in a deep palace?
"Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou must have his own profound intentions in doing this... Writing a good novel... sharing joy with the people, understanding what everyone likes...
At the same time, writing a novel will inevitably leak some of one's own information, allowing others to better understand one's knowledge and inner self..."
Little Sara thought that everything Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou said made perfect sense...
This actually left the old man feeling a bit numb.
So the old man reached out and gently patted little Sara on the head, bringing her back to her senses.
"Relax. When writing this, you don't need to think so much. The things required for writing a novel aren't that complicated. You only need to imagine a fantastical world,
and then, bit by bit, depict the appearance of this world as you've come to see it..."
Little Sara stared blankly at the old man.
It was a very strange feeling...
A sense of reassurance very similar to what she felt with Her Excellency the Shogun...
But somehow different...
It seemed gentler?
Somewhat like a clear spring in the mountains...
For little Sara, who had been treated almost like a tool by the Kujou Clan and the Tenryou Commission, this was the first time she had faced this kind of care from an elder.
For a moment, she felt somewhat at a loss.
Little Eula, however, quickly noticed Kujou Sara's state.
As the senior, little Eula swiftly changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, old man, you should be participating too, right? What do you want to write?"