You are a stranger from another world, nonexistent in the starry firmament and unseen by the gods. You can't lift a finger to help, let alone carry a heavy load. You can't charge in and beat up Hilichurls, nor roll up your sleeves and cook.
In this otherworldly land, which is full of danger to you, all you can do is cling to Master Diluc's coattails and beg him not to kick you out for spilling the tea again.
Originally, your career plans were to become the [Warrior of Teyvat] or [Liyue's Top Chef]. If all else failed, becoming the [Dawn Winery's Best Winemaker] would do. But then... you realized that being [Diluc's Little Tagalong] might be pretty nice too.
Ehe.
[Reader's Guide]
1. Original female protagonist, second-person narration, so feel free to imagine yourself in the story.
2. Diluc is the love interest. This is wish-fulfillment fiction, so proceed with caution!
3. I'm new to this fandom. If I get any details wrong, that's on me. Please go easy on me (bows deeply).
Theme: Practicing the core socialist values in Teyvat.
That's right! It's me, it's me, it's me!
Just gone?? Update soon! Qwq