(Y/N) was an Adeptus. Now that there was peace, she spent her time tending to requests sent from the people of Liyue. Her life was simple now: no more wars, no more fighting, no losses.
And things could almost be considered boring, until one day she...
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The next morning, she woke up early. She then reminded herself that she was on a vacation and forced herself to go back to sleep. (Y/N) then opened her eyes to yet another knock on her door - and as expected, it was Venti. He was holding a bottle of wine in one hand, a cheeky grin curling his lips.
"Rise and shine," he said. "Got some news for you. The Acting Grand Master is willing to meet you."
She rubbed her eyes. "What? Did you disturb her?"
Venti shook his head. "Do you think I'm that much of a nuisance? Honey, I booked an appointment yesterday. I explained why briefly and it's already been accepted! Must mean Jean's pretty eager to meet you, not that I'm disturbing her."
(Y/N) let out a sleepy chuckle. "Alright, alright, forgive me. When do we have to go there?"
He shrugged. "I forgot. But what I do remember is that you have time to get ready and we can eat breakfast together. With wine, of course."
She gave him a look, which he understood. Reluctantly, he dropped the idea of having wine with her again, and instead sat down on her bed, talking about mundane topics as she walked to and from the bathroom. After she got ready, she locked the apartment, pocketing the keys as Venti guided her to a restaurant nearby. It seemed like a local place, but the aroma of food smelled good, and her stomach rumbled in agreement.
Venti took her to the Good Hunter. The woman at the front was nice, and took their order. She allowed him to order what he wanted for her, since he would know what would be the best for them. They sat down on a table.
"So," he said. "How's life?"
(Y/N) smiled. "Good, I guess."
"You guess?" He asked. "Have you met any of the Harbingers?" He leaned closer to her. "You know, I encountered the eighth one. La Signora. The bitch kicked me in the stomach," he whined.
"Ouch," she commented. "Did you get revenge on her? Surely you didn't let her simply kick you and walk away, did you?"
Sheepishly, he explained what happened. She sighed. The Fatui were just trouble. "So, have you? I hope not."
"I have," she said, watching as the food was placed onto the table. She took one of the chicken skewers, taking a bite before replying, "the eleventh Harbinger."
He pondered on who it was for one silent moment before exclaiming, "oh, Tartaglia! Isn't he known for his victorious battles? Did you fight him?"
"Yes," she said. "Unlike you, I didn't let him walk away after kicking me."
Venti pouted at her jab. "Okay, okay, don't have to rub it in. So, is he dead?"
"No," she looked to the side, then to the plate in front of her, reaching over for another skewer. Venti would probably finish them all up by the time she was done talking and ready to focus on eating.
