❆𝕮𝕳𝕬𝕻𝕿𝕰𝕽 𝟒: 𝕾𝖓𝖊𝖟𝖍𝖓𝖆𝖞𝖆?❆

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"The one with orange hair is Childe, the one with brown hair is Zhongli and the mean blonde one is Signora," Paimon introduces.

" Traveler, who is this?" started childe, " I do not think I have ever met her,"

"Thi-" Marina started.

" That's Kaedence, and she needs to go to Snezhnaya! Can you guys take her there?" Paimon interrupted. The traveler gave Paimon a strange look but did not say anything.

"Why does she need to go to Snezhnaya? She does not look like she's from there," Tartaglia questioned. "The borders are closed and no one other than the Fatui and a few merchants can enter or exit freely." suddenly I had 2 choices in front of me again, A) says, I need to see someone in the Fatui, B) says, what is the Fatui, I'm only going there to see a friend.

"What is Fatui, I'm only going there to see a friend," I said, though not voluntarily.

"Oh... Fatui? They are the elite political department of the nation that represents the goodwill of the Tsaritsa and manages foreign affairs with all six other nations, I'm a part of it," Tartaglia said with a smile.

" She doesn't need to know all that, all she needs to know is that we are important figures in Snezhnaya, someone she should respect," La Signora said bluntly. She had mostly been quiet in the conversation, observing everyone. Honestly, I thought she looked beautiful but in a hard way.
"Paimon thinks the Fatui is an interesting corporation..." Paimon nodded. Marina glanced at Kaedence, and shrugged. She had no idea why Paimon was asking this way either. "Paimon thinks you guys should tell her where to go now!"

"Alright if you insist," Childe replied. After some further discussion, they waved goodbye to Marina and Paimon, and Kaedence set off with the guidance of Lady Signora and Childe. To this day I still wonder why they agreed to take me to Snezhnaya.

TIMESKIP

The ship soon arrived at the harbor, and there was another harbinger. He had long dark blue hair with a side part that framed the right side of his face, and round glasses that rested on his nose. He wore a long fluffy coat as white as snow. He had many rings on his boney fingers, with large blue gems. The magnificent gems shone brightly, and really highlighted his hands. He seemed pleased to see me, almost as if he was expecting my arrival. He waved to us and smiled dimly, just barely smiling. The ship was large, unfitting with the vibe of Liyue, though elegant and pure. To the common eye, there seemed to be multiple floors with many crew members aligned from floor to floor, constantly buzzing around like a swarm of worker bees. I felt a sense of unease as I got on the ship. The entire ship felt dark and gloomy in a creepy manner, the color scheme being quite cold and monochrome compared to Liyue's bright oranges and reds. Everyone wore the same uniform that consisted of a tight fitted undershirt with a belt along the waist as well as with a suit jacket. The women wore a light blue skirt, whilst the men wore white pants. Everyone looked terrified to be there and tried hard to hide it. They bowed low as we walked past them and said,

"All hail, Lord Tartaglia, Lord Pantalone and Lady Signora." Oh. So that was the name of the man, quite rude of him not to introduce himself first...

We entered what seemed like an office with white and blue furniture. There was a large desk and three chairs that aligned in a row. Classical music softly played in the background, adding to the weary atmosphere, as well as sudden cold air bit my skin. The office smelled of chestnuts and hot cocoa. A large stained glass window was behind the desk and allowed colorful light to shine through. Outside the ocean waves roared and seagulls cawed while flying through the air. They all sat down and I stood awkwardly on the side. The harbingers chatted amongst themselves, but Childe particularly decided to talk to me.

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