The Overlord of Teyvat: Genshin Impact x Overlord crossover

Part 28

The morning sun filtered through the shoji screens of the traditional Inazuman house, casting soft beams of light across the polished wooden floor. Inside, the air was thick with tension. The low hum of distant city life was drowned out by the sharp rustle of papers as Signora, the harbinger of Snezhnaya's Fatui, sat rigid at her desk. Her gloved hands gripped the edges of a report, and her piercing crimson eyes scanned its contents with growing fury.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her usual icy composure cracking under the weight of the grim news. The ornate red and black Fatui insignia on her uniform gleamed faintly under the light, a stark contrast to the cold, seething hatred reflected in her gaze.

"This... This is insane," Signora muttered, her voice low and venomous as her eyes scanned the reports again. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the desk with a sharp, rhythmic clatter, betraying her growing frustration.

Standing to her left was a young Fatui assistant, rigid as a board and trembling slightly under the suffocating tension that filled the room. She wore a standard uniform, her hat tucked under her arm, and her eyes darted nervously between the floor and her superior. The assistant's pale complexion betrayed her unease, but she dared not falter in her report.

"My Lady..." the assistant began hesitantly, her voice wavering as Signora snapped her head toward her, eyes burning with icy fury.

"Seven camps," Signora hissed, her tone laced with disbelief and rage. She slammed one of the reports down on the desk, her strength making the papers scatter. "Seven of our camps wiped out in a single night? Not a single one left standing?"

The assistant gulped audibly, her hands clutching her hat tightly. "It is very true, my Lady. I... I was there when we arrived at the aftermath. All seven camps were burned to the ground."

Signora's glare intensified as she leaned back in her chair, her gloved fingers steepled beneath her chin. The air in the room grew colder, the assistant shivering slightly under the sudden drop in temperature.

"No survivors..." Signora murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't a question—it was a chilling realization that deepened the crease between her brows.

"N-No, my Lady," the assistant stammered, her voice cracking slightly as she stepped forward. "Not just that... There were no bodies either. Only limbs. Some of the remains we found were meters away from the camps, as if... as if they had tried to run but were hunted down."

"Hunted," Signora repeated coldly, her tone sharp and biting. Her piercing gaze bore into the assistant, who shrank back slightly. "Are you saying this was not the work of the locals or those pitiful samurai of the Tenryou Commission?"

The assistant shook her head frantically. "No, my Lady. This... this was something else entirely. The brutality... it was unlike anything I've seen before."

Signora's lips curled into a sneer, her anger flaring like a wildfire. She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the wooden floor as she loomed over the desk. Her long cloak billowed slightly, the air around her growing even colder.

"Seven camps, hundreds of troops, wiped out overnight." She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as her voice rose. "Do you have any idea what this means? What this embarrassment will do to our standing in Inazuma? The Shogun will think us weak, and our enemies will grow bold!"

The assistant trembled, lowering her head. "M-My Lady, we are investigating further."

The sound of the shoji doors sliding open broke the tense silence that hung over the room. Signora didn't bother to look up; her glare was fixed on the reports in front of her, and her fury was practically radiating off her like waves of heat. But the voice that followed was unmistakable—a smooth, almost mocking tone that carried with it a hint of amusement.