𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝘅 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥
━━━ your end will become my eternal damnation.
( tokimihyachi / 07.14.22 )
━━━ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: this book contains mature content in various forms. reader discretion is advised.
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CHAPTER ONE . A LION'S DEN
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⸻ PANTALONE WAS A PATIENT MAN.
It wasn't luck that had gotten him the seat of being the second richest person in Teyvat. Nor was fate the reason why he ended up being one of the renowned Harbingers. That was his doing, not of any god, not of any preordained fate. Every deal he had made was calculated carefully to match his objectives and each contract he handled traipsed on a rope of his cleverness.
He deserved his riches, his power, and his influence. His job required excellence in the observation of how the economy fluctuates, and sharp wit to act on the scene. While it is true that being a banker required empathy as well, only a fool with no self-awareness would dare and test his tolerance.
The Regrator was in search of a temporary secretary— his former one had unfortunately been hospitalized for poisoning— when a man in his late fifties pleaded him for a moment of his time, claiming he was the one he has been looking for.
But with his patience growing thinner, perhaps this imbecile should have begged for his life instead.
He glanced at the watch hidden underneath the layers of his thick coat, before begrudgingly placing his attention back at the buffoon in front of him. 10 minutes. The oaf sitting across the table had been uttering pure nonsense for ten minutes of speeches filled with self-centered praises, and glories of his wealth.
The relevance of his self-boasting to their interview? Nowhere to be found.
"What was your name again?" he asked. The man, obviously offended by the sudden interference, frowned and straightened his posture.
"Diego, My Lord." Pantalone thought briefly of how common his name was and how this man's stupidity blinded him from seeing how angered the Harbinger was.
He gathered every parchment from Diego's resume, pretended to scan them quickly, and smiled wryly. "After such a short-notice meeting, I'll require more time to evaluate certain things before I reach a decision. Regardless of such, you have a remarkable taste for gifts."
Diego seemed pleased with the compliment, eyeing the sack of treasures he had gifted upon his arrival.
"Anything for you, My Lord." the man replied standing up from his seat, holding a hand out for him to shake.
How ludicrous. Did this dolt really think he'd win him over such useless trinkets?
Nonetheless, he kept his façade and shook Diego's hands.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, My Lord. I hope we will meet again soon." the man removed his hat and placed it on his chest as he bowed at him.
