☆ - 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 - 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂

12

It was the Fatui's weekly meeting. Usually it was on a Wednesday but everyone was extremely busy then.

Peirro hosted it today instead of ignoring it entirely. Everyone who could make it, made it and those who couldn't, didn't.

"To start the meeting off, Pantalone got us a large sum of money. Please put it to good use," As Director Peirro spoke, he glared at Dottore who instantly began defending himself.

"Exuse me!? Atleast I don't waste my salary on my fucking friends!" Dottore looked at the ginger, who boredly laid on his arms, "Atleast I have friends.'

Signora was amused by Childe's sudden moody temper and resisted the urge to tease him. She spoke calmly, like that of a well behaved women, "Where did all the money come from?" "Debt," Pantalone was swift to reply.

"I object," The Knave was applying wine-red lipstick. "That is bullshit, Regrator," Her hand twitched when she gripped tightly on lipstick container. "Enlighten me, Knave," He furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

Arlecchino put away the lipstick, stood, then grabbed her phone. She connected it to the meeting quater's projector.

Photos flickered on, one after another. They were transactions, every single one worth more than 20 million.

"So?" Dottore glanced around the table, most were just as confused as him. "A normal person on auction is more than 15 million, A sylvian more than 25," She scrolled down. "And a Queen of this species, more than 40 million." The last income was worth 50 million.

Scaramouche stared wide-eyed at the shocked banker. "What the fuck, Pantalone!"

Suddenly Dottore seemed interested.

The black-haired man laughed to rub off the sudden strange emotions lurking in his body, "But then, wouldn't you be 70 million? The only existing Loinfish Syvlian."

The room went into shock but Arlecchino ignored him and scowled, "Shut the fuck up, I'm not done. I was near the black market's auction house during these transactions. I picked up a necklace of the sharks and took a photo of the cloudy but crowded place."

Arlecchino disconnected her phone and threw it onto the table. She walked closer to Pantalone, "Tell me. Why would you tear an entire town apart for money?"

"I'm trying to keep the children of the house safe, I'm trying to keep children safe. And here you are, giving the world more shred apart families." She stood still, besides him, "Tell me, Regrator. Do you know how much sorrow I feel for those little pests. It's probably the only thing that can bring tears to my fucking eyes."

Childe rapidly tapped his foot against the floor, still resting his head on the table. Nobody in this room was aware of the fact that his phone rested on his lap, recording audios and sending them to Wriothesley and Neuvillette. He used the caption: Information, your welcome. The Fatui isn't what it use to be...

[ The Duke, Wriothesley ]

Neuvi
Did Childe send the audios to you?

Wrio
Yeah

What the actual fuck

Neuvi
I fear this situation seems worse that it appears.

We have to go devastating lengths to solve this... But I don't want to hurt anyone

Wrio
You don't have to.