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A groan escaped Kaeya's mouth, his head was heavy and a bitter taste lingered on his tongue.

“Oh, sssso you're awake already?” A voice rang in his ear.

“Don't force yourself, your wounds are still fresh. Just stay in bed.” Another voice he heard was of a man.

Kaeya let out another groan, his vision starting to clear, being able to see where the voices were coming from.

“Wha- Where am I?” Kaeya asked, he would guess he was in Liyue based on how the room he was in, looked at the man with green hair and a white snake wrapped around him.

“You’re in Qingce Village. You're seen heavily injured in Stone Gate, thus you're brought here for treatment. My name is Baizhu and this is Changsheng. I’m a doctor.”

Kaeya struggled to adjust to a much more comfortable position on the bed. “Ka-Kaeya.”

“Fallen on the wrong sssside of a fight I ssssee.” The snake hissed.

“You could say that.” Kaeya just nodded.

“I just finished cleaning up all your wounds and have given you some medication as well,” Baizhu said. “The burns in your body are pretty severe and will scar especially the one in your eye.”

“I see.” Kaeya would’ve guessed. “Thank you, Doctor.” he managed to present him with a smile.

“Based from your clothing, you seem to be a knight of Mondstadt.” Baizhu started.

“Not anymore,” Kaeya said truthfully.

Baizhu and Changsheng shared a worried glance, not wanting to pry on personal matters they ignored the statement. “I assume you don’t want us contacting the Knights of Favonius then about your condition.”

“Ah yes, thank you.” Kaeya nodded. “I’ll stay here while I recover, after that I’ll be out.”

“On the run?” Changsheng asked.

“Pretty much.” Kaeya chuckled. “Not because of anything illegal, I assure you… just personal matters.” 

“Don’t worry we won’t pry.” Baizhu smiled.

Kaeya stayed in Qingce village for a while, a sweet old woman insisted that Kaeya call her Granny Ruoxin and would check up on him quite often, she gave him a few spare clothes and even helped him clean his wounds. The people around the village are very accommodating and he would even tell some stories to the children.

Though at the back of his mind, Kaeya thought he wasn’t deserving of this kindness, this would be the second time that he was taken in and cared for, Kaeya didn’t dwell on his negative thoughts, he was about to start a brand new life, this is just the start for him.

During his stay is also around the time he met Beidou, they visited the village, and a small gathering was held, and drinks and food were served. It didn't take long for Beidou and Kaeya to get along very well.

“Granny Rouxin told us about you and it seems like you're on the run yourself,” Beidou said.

“Well yeah, I’m only here to rest, I’ll be out of here soon, though I would miss everyone, they have been very kind to me.” Kaeya admitted.

“Where are you planning on going?” Beidou asked

“Sumeru.”

“Sumeru huh… The Alcor can take you there, since you're on the run, you don't seem to have a lotta money on you, a free ride should help.” Beidou smiled.

“Oh that's a really nice offer but I don't want to be a bother.”

“It's alright, we have cargo to deliver in Port Ormos anyway we can just take you with us. It's no big deal.” 

“Well Thank you Captain Beidou. I owe you one.” Kaeya smiled. 

Beidou chuckled. “If we ever cross paths again, just treat me for some good alcohol.”

“You can count on that.” 

Thus, came the time for Kaeya to leave, Granny Rouxin is still worried about his health for he hasn't fully recovered yet but Kaeya assured her that he can handle the journey ahead. Goodbyes are shared and aboard the Alcor, he's now off to Sumeru.

Sumeru gives him access to a whole bunch of opportunities. For one this is where he would rebuild himself and start anew and most importantly, Sumeru is the perfect place for him to look through and learn about Khaenri'ah. Kaeya isn't ignorant about his homeland but his knowledge is very limited and he needs to know more. He has no intention to continue the blasted mission his father sent him to do, however, he does have other plans.

Starting from scratch with very little money proved to be extremely difficult. He needs to find a job first so he can just camp out in the meantime, he can deal with the rest if need be.

Kaeya is quite familiar with tending a bar and mixing drinks so he threw his luck towards that.

“Got any experience?” The Bartender of Djafar Tavern raised a brow.

“Grew up in a Winery so I know my way around alcohol… and drunkards.” Kaeya admitted.

“Mondstadt?”

“Yeah, I used to work at Angel's Share.” 

“Alright you're hired, I could use some help around here, especially during the night.”

“Thank you so much.” Kaeya smiled.

“Don’t sweat it kid, let’s work hard together.” The bartender grinned. “The name is Eymen by the way.

“Kaeya.” He introduced himself. “Kaeya Alberich.” He felt a weird sense of pride to be able to say that name out loud, though a part of him longed to utter the name of his previous home, but he was no longer welcome there, he didn’t have the right to even connect himself with them anymore. Kaeya Ragnvindr is no more, he’s a traitor, a heartless liar who used and took advantage of the kind hearts of the people of Mondstadt.

Eymen started to show him the ropes of how the Tavern functions and where everything is which Kaeya picked up quite easily. He also told him about the Akasha Terminal that everyone has and he’ll be able to get his own once he has stayed a significant time in Sumeru.

Eymen is a good fellow and an understanding one, upon knowing Kaeya’s situation he offered to pay his salary in advance and recommend a couple of residences he could rent out, which fixed Kaeya’s housing problem, looks like he didn't have to camp out after all.

Kaeya worked diligently much to Eymen’s satisfaction, later that afternoon Eymen gave Kaeya a break so he could arrange everything he needed to do like arranging his new residence and shopping.

Night soon fell and the Tavern got busier than ever.

“New bartender?” A patron asked, eyeing Kaeya who was mixing drinks at the bar.

Eymen nodded. “The kid is from Mondstadt, really good with drinks but that is to be expected.”

“What’s up with the eyepatch?” The patron can't help but ask.

“An injury. It was wrapped in bandages before, he had just bought the eyepatch earlier. I can guess his injury is the reason he left his homeland.”

“A fight maybe?”

“Who knows.” Eymen shrugged. “It's personal matters, I’m in no position to pry.”

Kaeya and Eymen worked hard through the night up until closing. 

“Based on past experiences, I would say we had a pretty good sale.” Kaeya chuckled.

“Yes, we did.” Eymen nodded. “You did a good job today. I heard a lot of good things about you from our regulars. They seem to like you already.”

“Good to hear that.” Kaeya smiled. “Thank you again for the early payment.”

“Don't sweat it, you’ll be able to pay me plenty if you keep up the good job.”

“I won't disappoint.” Kaeya chuckled. 

Weeks passed and Kaeya fully settled in Sumeru comfortably, he finally got himself his own Akasha Terminal, and he also visits the House of Daena on multiple occasions to read some books that he found interesting, sometimes, he would encounter some ruin machines in the wild, these machines can be voice-activated but only respond if the order is in Khaenri’ahn so he would deactivate them so they won’t cause any trouble.

“Stand down.” Kaeya spoke in his native tongue. The ruin defender stood its ground and remained still. “Sleep” another order, the ruin defender obeyed and curled into a box.

Kaeya smiled, he has always been amazed by the technology of his nation but what amazed him even more, is that even after all these years, they’re still out there, working, functioning, abiding by their code, and doing their job even though the war has long since passed.

Giving the box a small pat he continued his walk towards the City. Settling in once again in the House of Daena he picked up some books and started reading. 

“Hey! Captain!” Kaeya heard a voice. He looked up and saw a scholar he had seen in the tavern on multiple occasions. “It is you!” He chuckled. “I’ve been told you come here often, looks like I’m lucky to have spotted you.”

“Who is he?” Another scholar asked.

“Oh, this is Captain Kaeya! The best bartender in all of Port Ormos!!” Kaeya definitely earned a reputation during his stay. ‘Captain Kaeya’ became his nickname in Port Ormos, they started calling him that because of his eyepatch and that one story, he told them about his grandfather being a pirate.

“I honestly would have mistaken you for a researcher Mr. Bartender.” The scholar friend said, looking through the titles of the books stacked beside Kaeya.

“Are you perhaps interested in being a scholar yourself?” 

“I can see the appeal.” Kaeya chuckled.

“Well we won’t bother you too much, see you later at the Tavern Captain Kaeya!!” 

A few more days passed and it was the same routine for Kaeya, though more and more scholars seemed to notice him now every time he visited the House of Daena, he suspects they managed to figure out his schedule. The books and topics he studies and the way he interprets them intrigued the scholars, slowly but surely they saw a pattern. Ancient civilizations, especially Dahri.

Dhari, everything and anything about Dhari is the primary thing that Kaeya looks into, it’s his main interest. Students of Vahumana, Kshahrewar, and Haravatat were given a lot of insights through their conversations with the bartender, who seemingly came out of nowhere. Kaeya indulged them by answering their questions, at this point in his life, he’s grown tired of keeping things hidden, if they figure it out then good for them, nothing will change if they did anyway.

Sages and Professors have also gone over to him and tried to talk to him about enrolling in the Akademiya due to his potential, but Kaeya always refuses, what he is seeking and what he already knows violates the Six Cardinal Sins of the Akademiya, he’ll spare them the paperwork of eventually kicking him out. He’ll leave the nation anyway, he’s just not done here yet.

The main purpose of Kaeya’s visit to Sumeru is to fill in the gaps in his mind about Khaeri’ah. He’s aware that his questions aren’t easily answered by what the Akademiya have researched, but he would admit that their findings were useful to an extent. Once he’s done here, he can start working towards his goal.

Leaving Mondstadt is his way of outwardly rejecting the mission his father has given him, one way or another his father would know that he left and he would find him. He is still a child in his father’s eyes, a small trembling little child that he had wrapped around his finger, but that was years ago, things have changed and he has made his decision.

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Students of the Akademiya are of a different breed, one would say. They're intelligent, yes that is true however some are just simply hopeless. Knowledge and Wisdom are two different things, some work hard and take their time to achieve Wisdom and some spend their waking hours collecting Knowledge and the latter are Kaeya's customers.

There are three primary things that Students from Sumeru go to Port Ormos for. One is the opportunity to cut loose and unwind, the place is indeed the perfect destination for Students and Researchers due to its stress-free environment and wondrous scenery. Second is the purchasing of Knowledge Capsules, the product is a quick and easy way for students to get the information they need without doing anything, once it’s linked to their personal Akasha Terminal they are set to pass whatever exam they’re so desperate to get good grades for, however, the buying and selling of Knowledge Capsules are illegal, though that never stopped anyone, smuggling, and other illegal activities are much more common in Port Ormos than in Sumeru City so there is a higher chance of stumbling into a seller. Lastly, is what the Students like to call “Knowledge of the Captain”. This one is a bit of a gamble and a lot more work than buying knowledge capsules but it’s worth it.

Knowledge of the Captain is only attainable if you talk with a specific person, that person is a man by the name of Kaeya Alberich, the highly favoured bartender of Djafar Tavern. Timing is crucial and everything depends on what Kaeya actually knows, with the right price he would talk but you have to actually listen, he doesn't give you any manuscript or anything and there are no do-overs. Kaeya’s services have become popular primarily because most of the things that he talks about are rarely found in knowledge capsules. 

“Sal Vindagnyr?” Kaeya raised a brow while wiping down the counter.

The student before him nodded. “Name your price Captain.”

Kaeya chuckled. “Sal Vindagnyr is an ancient kingdom located in Dragonspine, as a Vahumana student I suppose you’re studying the cause of the kingdom’s fall, that’s why you’re here, and just your luck that I’m actually from Mondstadt.” The student nodded.

“This is rather costly, it took me quite some time to gather information and understand some ancient texts, not to mention how difficult it is to traverse that frigid mountain.” Kaeya chuckled.

“I have the money, tell me what you know.” The student was determined and or desperate. Kaeya gave him a warm smile and provided the student with the information he wanted. Once he's done, a bag of mora was placed on his counter.

“Thanks a lot, Captain.” the student smiled and bid him farewell.

Eymen chuckled as he glanced over to his bartender. “Is it just me or are you earning a lot more with your little gig than actually working here.”

“You're acting like this is illegal.” Kaeya carefully placed the bag of mora in his bag. 

“Is it?” 

“Not really. Think of it as informant work, you can call it tutoring too if you want.” Kaeya chuckled. “Besides, they have to actively look for the books and records I provide for them if they're working on a project, they can't just put some random guy’s name as a credible source of information now can they.”

“Take him for example, every single thing I told him came from the books I read back in Mondstadt and some expeditions I took in Dragonspine, there's a chance that the books are available in the House of Daena but I can't be sure all of them are there.”

“I'm honestly astounded by how smart you are.” Eymen laughed, bringing the empty glasses to the kitchen. “I’d bet you can breeze through the Akademiya with no problem.”

“You really think so?”

“Oh absolutely!” Eymen nodded. “But I do feel like the Akademiya isn't really your style.”

“You know me so well Boss.” Kaeya playfully laughed.

Their cheery conversation was then interrupted by the door swinging open revealing four individuals.

“Good evening Gentlemen! Welcome to Djafar Tavern!” Eymen greeted them with a warm smile.

“Good evening.” One of them approached the counter as the other three sat on the table. “You must be Captain Kaeya.”

“That's right, is there a celebration of sorts? I can prepare special drinks fit for the occasion.” Kaeya smiled at the man, with black hair with a streak of green and long ears.

“Correct, my friend’s project just finished and we’re celebrating.” 

“Festive.” Kaeya smiled. “What do you want to order?”

“I’ll have the Mushroom Hodgepodge, Fatteh, Tachchin and Sabz Meat Stew.”

“How about drinks?” 

“Any recommendations?”

“Dandelion Wine would match nicely.”

“Dandelion Wine it is, just a bottle would be fine for now, and add on those special drinks you mention.”

“Any specifics?”

“I’ll let you have fun with it, Kaveh is rather excited to have a drink in your establishment.”

Going to the cupboard, Kaeya grabbed a bottle of Dandelion Wine, four mugs and served it to the table.

“As you wait for the food, here are your drinks gentlemen.” 

He then heard a gasp. 

“So you really are a pirate.” A blonde man's eyes widened.

“Well, he is called the Captain for a reason.” Another added.

“Don't mind them, I’m sorry.” 

“It's quite alright.” Kaeya smiled. “Seems like I’m pretty known even in the City.”

“You do have quite a reputation. Mr. Alberich.” The other guy who had his nose on the book this entire time finally decided to speak.

“I suppose I do.” Kaeya smiled.

“The guy with incredible knowledge and talent that could rival the top students of the Akademiya, working as a bartender.” He added.

“So what?” Kaeya playfully shrugged his shoulders. “The Akademiya’s most distinguished graduate of 200 years is a librarian.”

This small anecdote caught the attention of the young man with white hair in a hood with ears.

“Do you mean Lisa, Lisa Minci? You know her?”

Kaeya nodded. “I was her colleague back when I was still in Mondstadt.”

“You worked with her?”

“Yeah, nice lady. Don't get her mad though.” 

Kaeya internally smiled as his mind wandered back to Mondstadt, he missed the place as well as everyone he has to admit, however, things have changed and he has no plans of going back.

“So, mind if I ask what the celebration is about?” Kaeya asked with a smile.

“Oh.” The blonde man beamed in delight. “I just finished an important project. The bridge turned out better than I imagined.”

“You mean the newly built arch bridge, you made it?”

“Kaveh is quite talented don’t you think Captain.” The one with white hair chuckled and Kaeya couldn’t help but agree.

Kaeya chatted it up with the group for a while, they made small talk, and he learned their names and their jobs. Alhaitham is the one with his nose pressed on his book, Kaveh is the architect who shares his fondness for alcohol, Tighnari is a forest ranger and seems to be the mom of the friend group, and Cyno, the matra who makes terrible dad jokes.

As the night fell deeper the bar grew busier. Kaeya mixed drinks and served customers and soon the group of scholars bid him goodbye.

“Kaeya!!” Eymen called.

“Yes, boss.”

“Some guy is looking for you,” Eymen responded. “Though do be careful I have a bad feeling about him, he seems dangerous.”

“Understood.” Kaeya nodded and headed towards the corner where a cloaked figure was spotted.

“I heard you're asking for me.” Kaeya said as he walked up towards him.”

“Indeed I was.” Kaeya lost his breath for a moment, it's been a long time since he heard that voice. Removing the hood of his cloak those blue star-shaped eyes. “Glad to see you’re faring well.”

“Uncle Pierro.” his name came out as a whisper

“Sit down, we have much to talk about.”

“Wha… How did you know I’m here?” Kaeya asked, taking the nearest chair he could grab and sitting across from Pierro.

“For starters, Alberich is not a common name.”

“As much as I want to catch up with you there are more important things… like your father for instance.”

“Are you here to take me to him?” Kaeya gritted his teeth in annoyance.

“Not him, we can talk about that bastard later if you want, I’m talking about the other one.” 

Kaeya’s eyes widened and the tone shifted drastically. “What do you know about Fa- Master Crepus?”

“Are you aware of the cause of his death?” Pierro asked.

“There's the Drake and he… he used a Delusion.”

“Do you know where he got this Delusion?”

“He already had it by the time he found me, I know because I can feel it, he keeps it in a box or it's on his person. I guess he got it from the Fatui.”

“What are you trying to tell me?” 

“Crepus Ragnvindr, he… he's Fatui… or at least was.”

That sentence feels wrong on so many different levels, but it makes sense. Pierro is the Director of the Harbingers and there's no reason for him to lie here.

A small smile crept on Kaeya's face. “That makes sense.”

“I don't know much about him, all I know is that Dottorre is the one behind the Ursa attack in Mondstadt, an attack to kill Crepus for he is found out to be a spy,” Pierro said.

“The Doctor is the one behind it.” Kaeya's voice trembled.

“I believe he’s under Dottore’s jurisdiction, naturally it’s his job to handle such things.”

“After Crepus’ death that is when I found out that he's the man that kept and raised you…” Pierro trailed off and chuckled. “I suppose your ‘Father’ is right about one thing, I do have a soft spot when it comes to you.”

“What do you mean?” Kaeya asked.

“I leaked information to the knights so that Eroch would be charged and punished for that man is one of Dottorre's segments, with that accomplished I used the situation as a reason to reprimand and punish Dottorre to a certain degree and that is by ordering him to stop producing more segments completely.”

“Eroch is one of The Doctor’s segments!” Kaeya gasped.

“Yes. That's also how he found out that Crepus was a spy in the first place.” 

“Why are you telling me this?” Kaeya then asked.

“I thought you should know.”

Kaeya sighed. Knowing these things relieved him, knowing that Eroch was out of Mondstadt and Dottorre was punished, at least to some extent.

“Do you know where my ‘Father’ is?”

“He’s gone Kaeya.”

“What?”

“He’s gone… I killed him.”

“He came to me with a plan. A ridiculous one, he went on and on and on… then he mentioned you. I can't believe he's capable of such things.” Pierro clenched his fist in anger. “He’s a madman and has completely lost sense of everything so I did what I had to do.”

Kaeya lowered his head, his breath unstable. Then he laughed… he started laughing. A reaction Pierro did not expect.

Kaeya continued to laugh, a felt of relief washed over his entire being, he felt light, he felt like he could finally breath, and he could no longer worry about what that man might be planning. 

“Thank you… for telling me all this.” Kaeya smiled.

“Of course.” Pierro smiled back. “It's the least thing I could do.”

“Kaveh, do you remember Kaeya's Surname?” Alhaitham asked.

“His last name??” Kaveh tilted his head. “It's Albert something, most people call him by his nickname anyway.”

“What's the matter?” Cyno asked.

Alhaitham didn't say a word and placed the open book in front of them.

“Njord, who walks with the Darksprites (Note 2), Alf, the greatest warrior in the Universitas Magistrorum, Alberich, commander of half the knights, and Perinheri the undefeated." Angelica spoke thus of the mightiest figures in the Kingdom as she saw them.

“Alhaitham… what is this?” Tighnari asked.

“Perinheri. A new arrival in the House of Daena, it is said to be a story based on a famous tale from Dhari.” Alhaitham answered.

“Dahri, which means these names are of importance to Dahri’s history,” Cyno said.

“Most likely,” Tighnari replied. “Alberich… that's Kaeya's surname.”

“Then…”

“Kaeya Alberich there's a high possibility… no, I can guarantee that he is from Dahri.” Alhaitham proclaimed.

“That's completely insane!! How is that even possible?!” Kaveh exclaimed. 

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Kaeya Alberich, he's a peculiar person. Eymen took pity on the boy when he first arrived and agreed to hand him over the job and he also helped him get his life started in Sumeru. The boy is extremely talented with mixing drinks which isn't a surprise, the boy did claim that he's from Mondstadt. 

It's obvious from the look on his face that something terrible happened for him to run all the way to Sumeru. Eymen is in no place to ask him such things so he puts it aside. Kaeya did tell him that his stay in Sumeru isn't permanent and that he’ll sail off once he’s done with his business. 

Kaeya is a good and hardworking kid so Eymen decided to keep him employed throughout the duration of his stay, it has been 2 years now and life and business are good. Kaeya established a name for himself and even got a little side gig of his own which also benefited his establishment.

Eymen would admit that he is worried for the boy, he feels like there is this weight that Kaeya is carrying, he wants to help and talk to him about his worries but he always brushes it off. 

Then, that night a cloaked figure entered the bar and asked for Kaeya. Eymen thought it was another one of Kaeya's ‘clients’ so he called him they had a conversation, and they had a few laughs Kaeya even treated him to a bottle of wine… definitely not a ‘client’.

Once the man left and Kaeya returned to his station something was different somehow. He looks so much more at ease than usual, like a weight has finally been removed from his shoulders and he’s much more happy… genuinely happy.

“Who's the guy?” Eymen asked.

Kaeya thought for a bit. “My Uncle… a good friend of ‘Father’. I haven't seen him for a long time, it's a nice reunion.”

“I see.” Eymen smiled. “You seem really happy to see him again.”

Kaeya was taken aback by his comment but laughed nonetheless.

“Kaeya!! There's a letter for ya!!”

“A letter??”

“I think it's your Uncle… I didn't see his face but same stature, same cloak.” Eymen replied.

Kaeya took the letter from his hand and opened it.

Kaeya, I will be staying in Sumeru for the time being. If there is anything I can assist you with, please don't hesitate to ask. 

It's short and straightforward but it did put a smile on Kaeya's face. After their conversation last night, everything changed, Kaeya’s original plan is to gather as much information as he can about his homeland, gather what the other nations have written down about what happened 500 years ago, what they thought about his people, and lastly and most importantly to find his father and stop him on whatever he is planning. However, the news of his “Father’s’ death changed everything… so much so that right now he doesn't know what to do.

Pierro’s note stayed on Kaeya’s desk for a few days as he wondered what he’d do next. Will he stay in Sumeru? Go back to Mondstadt? He’s not sure… then, an idea popped into his head. The Gate… he had been meaning to visit the gate for a while now but he wasn’t sure if he could afford such a trip but with Pierro’s help it’ll be possible. Going back there may just clear his mind and he’ll decide what to do by then.

“Hey, Boss… is it alright if I skip work?” Kaeya asked Eymen.

“Why? Got something to do?”

“You can say that.” Kaeya scratched the back of his head. “I have to go somewhere… my Uncle insisted.” Kaeya chuckled, it’s not entirely a complete lie.

“If that’s the case, go ahead.” Eymen smiled.

“Really!” Kaeya gasped, shocked at how quickly he accepted.

“It’s fine, really… go have some family time with your Uncle.” Eymen chuckled.

“The Gate you say.” Pierro nodded in intrigue.

“Yeah… just want to take a visit… been wanting to for a while now… I just don't have the time and resources to go.” Kaeya said.

“Yes, it is pretty far from here… But, why do you want to go exactly?”

“Oh… It’s just… Ever since you told me that ‘Father’ is dead… I’ve been stuck. Quite frankly, I don’t know what to do now.” Kaeya responded in earnest. “I thought… maybe going back there would help.”

“I see… very well then. I’ll come with.”

“Thank you.” Kaeya bowed in gratitude but his eyes widened when he realized what his Uncle just said. “Wait what??”

Pierro chuckled. “I’ll come with you, it’ll be much faster that way. If you want we can go right now.”

“Uhhh… aren’t you busy?” 

“Not really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fine… we’ll leave in three hours.”

“Barkeep, Is Sir Kaeya around?” Tighnari asked Eymen later that afternoon.

“He’s not here today,” Eymen replied.

“Really… where is he?” Kaveh asked.

“Not sure… all I know is he’s with his Uncle,” Eymen answered.

“Uncle?”

“Yeah… he came by about the same time you guys first came here.”

“Interesting.” Alhaitham nodded.

“Why are you looking for him anyway?” Eymen asked the group. “You guys don’t strike me as the type of people to seek help from him.”

“Oh… we just found something that might interest him,” Alhaitham responded.

“Come by tomorrow then. I’ll just tell him you guys came by.”

The group then walked away from the establishment, slightly disappointed that their curiosity couldn't be quenched.

“His Uncle… Do you guys think that…” Kaveh wondered.

“If what we believe is true then it's very likely.” Cyno nodded.

“What’s with the sudden interest anyway?” Tighnari asked. “Sure, it's almost a guarantee that Kaeya is from Dhari but why does that matter? The Cataclysm is surely behind them by now.”

“The thing is… that is not the case,” Kaveh said. “The Cataclysm wiped out the entire civilization… there shouldn't be any survivors.”

“The fact that Kaeya is here and bears a highly significant name from Dahri, makes me wonder why is he here? He said he ran away from Mondstadt but again… why? Mondstadt is a place that accepts just about anyone so why would he leave?” Alhaitham ponders. “What's his plan?”

“I think you're being way too suspicious of him.” Kaveh chuckled nervously. “You're treating it like he has some ulterior motive.”

“But what if he does,” Alhaitham added.

“Are you ready boy?” Pierro asked as he made adjustments to his coat.

“Yeah… I’m ready.” Kaeya nodded.

“Very well.” With a raise of a hand, an Abyss Portal is opened.

“Damn… been a while since I've seen that.” 

“I believe you were taught as a child.”

“That was a long time ago.” Kaeya shrugged. “I’ve grown rusty.”

Pierro let out a hearty chuckle. “If you want I can give you a refresher.”

“Tempting offer… I’ll think about it.”

The dark and hot air greeted them and they had a bare view of the majestic giant gate with the eight pointed star in the middle. Everything is old and decrepit, the bridge is split in half, the sand is slowly swallowing the ruins, nature took over everything as it slowly fades and crumbles away.

“Wow.” Kaeya smiled, tears starting to pool from his eyes. Memories he thought he had forgotten came flooding back. He remembers the screams, the running, and the sound of metal plates clashing with each other.

“It's beautiful.” He chuckled. “Back then… I really didn't get the chance to admire it.”

Stepping forward and moving closer and closer to the gate he reached out his hand to feel the old stone on his fingertips. Leaning in and resting his forehead on the stone, he closed his eyes and focused on the voices of the past that echoed in his ears.

“Quickly, quickly!!”

“We need to leave!!”

“Protect the Civilians!!”

“Protect the Young Master!!”

“I don't wanna die.”

“I'm a MONSTER!!! Stay away from me!!”

“Kill me!! Kill me now!! I don't want this!!”

Tears filled Kaeya's eyes, staining his eyepatch and dropping it on the sand below. Being so close like this, he remembers everything now. He remembers the pain and suffering everyone went through.

“Kaeya.” Pierro called him, his voice etched in worry.

Kaeya calmed his breathing and wiped the tears on his eye. His hand reached over to the back of his head to untie his eyepatch, he held it in his hand with a dedicated smile. He knows what to do now. He laid the eyepatch down on the sand like an offering before turning around to face Pierro.

Pierro’s eyes widened upon seeing the scar on Kaeya's face. Who could possibly?? Who is responsible?? But he chooses to ignore that and just focus on the sheer determination on his face as he utters the words.

“There must be a reason why you’re with the Tsaritsa. She must have a plan, right?”

“She gave me a promising future, she proposed to fix whatever it is that is broken and break the Samsara.” Pierro responded.

“Break the Samsara… that's a tall order.”

“It is indeed… But I believe it just might work.”

“If that's the case… I want in.” A confident grin plastered on Kaeya's face.

A small gasp escaped Pierro’s mouth at his nephew’s declaration. “Kaeya… are you certain?”

“I've never been more serious in my entire life. I'm done hiding. I'm done pretending. I'm an Alberich and I’ll do right by my nation.”

Later that night Kaeya walked into the bar for work.

“Hey, Boss! I'm back!” Kaeya waved.

“Kid, shouldn’t you be resting? You probably had a long day.” Eymen responded, turning around and shocked to see that he's not wearing his eyepatch and the scar on his face was visible for everyone to see. 

For the first time in two years he saw the those star shaped pupils, one seem bigger than the other, they're beautiful but that grave wound accompanying it, he can't help but wince a little when looking at it but Kaeya doesn't seem to mind at all.

“Nah! I can work.” Kaeya chuckled.

“Suit yourself. By the way, your new pals from the Academia stopped by this afternoon.” 

“Oh them… What did they stop by for? Highly doubt they're the type to seek my help.” 

“That's what I thought too but they came because they want to share something that might interest you. I mean you frequent the library, it's probably some book you haven't read yet.”

“Interesting… wonder what that is.” Kaeya nodded, a feeling lingered within him, his suspicions about the group rising.

“Also… Boss… I- I might be leaving soon.” Kaeya decided to go for it now rather than later.

“Leaving?” Eymen somewhat expected this. “I suppose you're going with your Uncle then.” 

“Yeah… I mean I’ll still be here for a couple more days, I just want to-”

“That’s good.” Kaeya's shocked by his response.

“You’ve been a lot more at ease ever since he came by, I’m glad that you finally found something you can stay in… even if it's not here… I’m happy still.” Eymen smiled. “You're a brilliant kid. A whole lot of people are gonna miss you and I should probably start looking for another bartender.” He chuckled as he patted Kaeya on his shoulders. “It's fine, don't overthink it, just go and have fun.”

Snezhnaya

The cold blistering wind stung through his skin like needles all over. Pile upon piles of corpses that he left on his wake, dried up blood staining his gloves and the hilt of his claymore. Everything is ice cold yet all he feels is red hot burning rage, a thirst for vengeance that he cannot yet satisfy.

That day, that moment, haunts his days and nights. The feeling of his father’s body slowly disappearing into nothingness all because of a blasted delusion that for some reason he decided to use. What would his father think? He can’t forget that smile on his face when he launched a rage-filled attack that should’ve killed him yet a Vision appeared, a vision that turned his smile into confusion then terror. He left him alone in the rain that night, some older brother he is. He never saw him again after that, maybe he’s in the cathedral recovering, he wanted to check but he doesn't think he deserves to show any form of concern since he’s the perpetrator. He wants to apologize for what he did, for what happened, he might not forgive him, he might hate him now and that’s alright. 

“Kae… I’m sorry.” Diluc whispers into the wind. “I swear I don’t hate you… I never could… I’m so sorry.” Tears rolled down his face. “Please forgive me Kae…” He sobbed, crying his apologies like a prayer. “I’ll come back soon I promise… I’ll come back and then I’ll fix things and… and we can be normal again.”

Chapter Text

“Hey guys!” Kaeya waved as the group entered the establishment. “I heard from the boss that you came by yesterday.”

“Yeah, we did.” Kaveh nodded. 

“Your eye.” Tighnari pointed out. “You don't have your eyepatch on.”

“That scar looked like it hurt a lot too,” Cyno added.

“It's an old scar, don't mind it.” Kaeya shrugged. “Anyway… what brought you guys here?”

“We just… We just want to talk to you about something… it's… well, you can say it's rather important.”

Kaveh’s tone is unsteady, as if he's trying to find the right words as he talks. This piqued Kaeya's interest, wondering what they managed to figure out.

“Sure.” Kaeya nodded. “Have a seat.” He motioned to the nearest table and took a seat for himself.

“What is it you want to talk about?” Kaeya's tone changed from his usual cheery one. 

Alhaitham placed a red book with a singular eye on the cover. “Familiar?”

“Perinheri,” Kaeya answered. He smiled as he looked down at the book and back at them. “Let me guess… you managed to piece together my little secret.”

“So it's true? You're from Dahri!” Cyno exclaimed.

“Cyno! Not so loud!” Tighnari reprimanded him.

“It's true. I'm from Khaenri'ah.” Kaeya chuckled. “You see this.” he pointed at his right eye that was once covered by his eyepatch. “This is the eye of a Khaenri'ahn, one of the easiest ways to find one.”

“You seem oddly calm about this,” Alhaitham said. “Isn't your real identity supposed to be a secret? That seems to be the reason why you kept your eyepatch on at all times. But… how come you don’t have it now.”

“What is this an interrogation?” Kaeya laughed. “But you’re right. In some capacity, I did try to keep my identity a secret. However, I don't mind people finding out. I wouldn't flaunt my last name out in the open otherwise.” Kaeya added. “However, I’m interested in what you guys are going to do with this information. Like I care anyway, I’m leaving soon.”

“You're leaving?!”

Kaeya nodded. “My Uncle came by a few days ago. I'm going with him.”

“The only thing I want to ask is why Sumeru? Why go here and leave Mondstadt?” Alhaitham asked, going directly to the point.

Kaeya sighed and leaned back. “Mondstadt is a great place however… I made a grave mistake so I decided to leave for their sake.”

“Does it have anything to do with Khaenri'ah?”

Kaeya shook his head. “In a sense, but It has more to do with my father. But recently my Uncle told me he's already dead so that's a relief.”

“Then why go with your Uncle and not just back to Mondstadt?”

“It's complicated. But if the safety of your nation is your concern, I can guarantee that I have no ill intentions.”

“Kaeya… we won't tell anyone,” Cyno said, the others nodding along. “You’re a good guy, and we know that,” Kaveh added.

“We also know full well how The Academia can be and I think you wouldn’t want them breathing down your neck about this.” Tighnari added.

“Highly appreciated. Thank you.” Kaeya smiled.

As days passed, word about Kaeya’s departure started spreading around Sumeru and Djafar Tavern was packed with people day in and day out. Regulars at the Tavern would pile in to taste Kaeya’s drinks one last time, have a nice long chat with him, congratulate him and wish him good luck.

Kaeya never thought that he would make such an impact on everyone that they would be saddened by his departure. It feels quite nice, and unlike back then… he can actually give them a proper goodbye.

When Kaeya’s departure time arrived, his bags were packed, and the ship to Snezhnaya was docked, waiting for its passengers.

“Boss?” Kaeya tilted his head in confusion and astonishment. “Are you? Are you crying?”

Eymen quickly wiped the tears on his face and shook his head. “No, I’m not!” The man shouted. “Good luck out there, kid. Snezhnaya is pretty cold, so make sure to keep yourself warm.” He added, his tone softening.

Kaeya smiled. “Thanks for everything, Boss!”

Eymen gasped, and tears started falling down again, which he quickly wiped away. “Just go! You don’t want to keep your Uncle waiting.”

“I’ll visit!!” Kaeya chuckled, bidding him goodbye.

“You better!!!”

Upon boarding the ship, Kaeya started hearing whispers from the Fatui diplomats around him, which didn’t really surprise him all that much after all there’s a high possibility that some of these guys have already seen him in Mondstadt. 

“You’ll be staying here.” Pierro opened the door to his cabin.

“Not too shabby,” Kaeya commented. The cabin is just a regular old cabin, and the only difference is that it has an outstandingly comfortable bed.

“Once we arrive, just stick to my side. The Tsaritsa wants to see you,” Pierro said.

“Oh, ok.” Kaeya nodded. “Uhm… what about the other Harbingers… are they there? I just wanna know if I need to prep myself for anything.”

Pierro chuckled. “There’s no need to be tense. It’s just Capitano.”

“Just Capitano.” Kaeya’s eyes widened. “Sure… no pressure or anything.” He’s heard of rumors and tales of the man they call “Capitano” and he’s definitely not the person that Kaeya wants to make an enemy out of.

“Don't worry about it; as long as you're with me you're safe.” 

“Yeah… thanks, Uncle.” Kaeya nodded.

Pierro smiled. “Get some sleep. It's going to be a long trip.”

The ship sets sail and they're officially off to the nation of Cryo. Kaeya laughs at the thought, is it fate that he chose this path when that night a Cryo Vision is bestowed upon him. Is it destiny? Who knows.

Just outside of Kaeya’s cabin, whispers and murmurs filled the ship as Kaeya slept.

“With all due respect, Lord Pierro.” A Fatui diplomat cleared his throat. “Are you sure it'll be alright for him to come along with us?”

“Of course.” Pierro nodded. “I'm aware that some of you have encountered him as a knight of Mondstadt before and have caused trouble for you, but that's all in the past now. There's no need for any of this unnecessary talk behind my nephew's back. The moment we arrive, the Tsaritsa will decide whether or not he’ll be Fatui. I expect you all to treat him with respect.”

“I understand.” The diplomat bowed.

Kaeya was invited out for lunch together with everyone, the atmosphere is tense and Kaeya can still hear whispers but they slowly die down overtime.

After their meal Kaeya occupied himself with a book he packed in his bag. Kaeya thought for a while about his decision, it's impulsive if he's being honest but he has to at least try something. What the Tsaritsa is planning is interesting. 

Kaeya was just a child back then so he has limited knowledge of what's truly going on but the palace walls talk and he hears a lot of stuff. He is bright and smart as he was told by many but he's still a child so they really don't mind his presence all that much. 

The Samsara. He has heard that many times before, and there have been multiple attempts to break it. To put it simply, The Samsara is Teyvat’s Curse, where everyone in Teyvat gets to live their lives over and over and over again. There have been multiple studies, but the origin is still unknown it's highly likely Celestia’s doing. After all, they're the only ones capable of conjuring such a curse. For Tsaritsa to claim that she could find a way to break it grabbed Kaeya's attention, and he wanted to see it happen for himself.

“What are you thinking so deeply about?” Kaeya heard a familiar voice.

Kaeya turned around and greeted Pierro. “Just thinking back on The Tsaritsa’s plan. You told me she found a way to break The Samsara.”

Pierro nodded. “As she claimed, yes. Her plan is promising it might just work.’

“About that… my memory is fuzzy, but how many cycles have we gone through again?”

“We’re on our 7th,” Pierro answered. “Each cycle is different on its own.”

“You seem to remember everything but… I can only remember the one we are in.”

“That is for the best. I don't want you to be burdened with it.” Pierro said. “What I can tell you is that your father really tried his best to keep you alive.”

Kaeya stood in his position for a while, his elbows resting on the railings of the ship as he fidgeted his fingers. He took a deep breath and laughed. As much as he despises his father now, the man truly did love and care for him.

“So he broke the curse then.”

“Not necessarily. He dreamt of a large purple gem that talked to him.”

“Vedrfolnir. Yes… that makes sense.” Kaeya chuckled. “I would have guessed that some people would have different ideas by this point and go and have their own attempts at it.”

Pierro nodded. “That is where they come in. They’ve looked through the Abyss for far too long that it completely consumed them.”

Snezhnaya is cold. That much is obvious, but Kaeya underestimated how cold it is.

“Are you alright?” Pierro asked, seeing how Kaeya's body was shivering underneath the winter coat that he lent the boy.

“Yeah.” Kaeya nodded. “Just didn't expect it to be this cold.”

“You’ll get used to it eventually. Let's get to the palace quickly before you catch a cold.”

“Right… Why does The Tsaritsa want to see me again? Isn't a report enough?” 

“Well, I did mention that you're my nephew, so rightfully she's intrigued.”

Kaeya nodded as Pierro led them inside the palace where the Cryo Archon, the Tsaritsa was waiting for them. 

“Ahh, you've finally arrived.” She smiled.

“Welcome to Snezhnaya. Kaeya Alberich.”

Kaeya bowed slowly, unsure of what to do in the current situation. “Greetings.”

The Tsaritsa smiled and motioned for him to move forward, which he did.

“Those eyes.” She smiled. “There’s no mistaking it. Only a Khaenri’ahn has those beautiful starry orbs.”

“I’ve already spoken to Pierro about your stay here, and I will accept. However, you will be a part of the Fatui from now on. I've been told about your background in Mondstadt… the knights, to say the least, aren't really fond of us. Are you sure about this?”

“That part of my life is behind me now, Your Majesty,” Kaeya spoke with determination. “I'm prepared for whatever task you put me forward.”

The Tsaritsa smiled. “I see. Very well. I’ll be appointing you as Pierro’s aide. You see, he has a lot of responsibilities, and he's the type not to trust others with his work, but since you're his nephew, I believe he’ll be alright if you’re the one assisting him.”

So basically, his new job is to be his uncle's secretary. Kaeya laughed. He does miss paperwork… for some reason. 

On their way back, a big and tall figure approached them. The man chuckled through his mask as he greeted both Pierro and him.

“So this is the little nephew you've been talking about.” 

It's Capitano, the first of the Fatui Harbingers. His stature was intimidating yet calm, and he maintained a peaceful demeanor as he greeted them, making Kaeya feel at ease in his presence.

“Indeed.” Pierro nodded. “This is Kaeya.”

“I see.” Capitano nodded. “If you’re anything like your dear uncle here, I’m confident that you’ll be a great addition.”

“Thanks… I guess.”

Capitano chuckled and ruffled Kaeya’s hair. “I like him already. Anyway, don’t mind me, I just came by to check in on what the fuss is about. I’ll see you around.” He said before turning around and walking away.

“He seems nice,” Kaeya commented.

Pierro nodded. “Like I’ve told you, he’s one of the Harbingers you shouldn’t worry about. I believe you’ll get along with him nicely. Unlike some others.”

Kaeya's new job is definitely entertaining. It took him a while to get used to things. Still, a few glances and unsavory looks from the others are still quite present, but he doesn’t mind them too much. His work isn’t too taxing, and it’s just paperwork and errands most of the time. Kaeya’s goal is to at least clean his reputation, which would be difficult, but Kaeya is prepared.

Just as his Uncle said, he took hours of his day just to train him on all the things they’d taught him back in Khaenri’ah. It felt quite nice going back on all of it, and he would admit that he does miss using such spells.

Today, however, Kaeya is busy as a bee. Pierro is out of the palace, and he is instructed to take care of all matters while he is gone. The schedule isn’t tight, but all matters that he’ll be working on are quite important.

The door of the office opened, and a ginger-haired man quite close to Kaeya’s age walked in.

“You’re not the old man?” He tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m Kaeya. Pierro’s aide. He’s not here at the moment, so I’ll be taking care of things.” Kaeya prompted, placing the stack of papers in his hands on the table and walked over to face him. As far as he is told, this should be Childe, the 11th Fatui Harbinger, the youngest and the newest addition.

“Pierro has an aide now. You must be good for you to be accepted.” He chuckled.

“Being his nephew also works,” Kaeya added, humoring him.

He gasped. “Oh, you’re him! I’ve heard about you from the Captain!”

“Really?” Kaeya tilted his head in confusion. He didn’t expect the Captain to talk about him. He has only run up to the man a couple of times, but in some cases, he is present during his training with Pierro.

“Yeah! I’ve heard you’re quite good with a sword, too! I hope one day I get the opportunity to test out your skills.” Ahh, yes, there it is. Kaeya’s been told that Childe is the type who is always looking for a fight.

“I suppose you could.” Kaeya remained professional, and he’s still a harbinger, after all. “But first, the report, Sir Childe.”

“Right.” He nodded and gave him a stack of papers. “I’m glad to report that we have caught him.” He said with a wide grin. “He’s a slippery bastard, but he’s locked up now.”

“I see.” Kaeya skimmed through the report. “Thank you, Sir Childe.”

Childe chuckled and said goodbye, not forgetting to remind him of a potential spar between the two.

“Let’s see here.” Kaeya’s eyes scanned through the document. There has been a man who has been causing trouble and going on a killing spree. Catching the culprit and figuring out his identity is essential to make sure that the man is punished properly. Kaeya’s eyes then widened upon reading the name.

Diluc Ragnvindr, Mondsatdt

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What the fuck is Diluc doing in Snezhnaya!!! What the fuck is he thinking!!! Kaeya ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He groaned and cursed under his breath.

“You have got to be kidding me.” 

He closed the file and placed it on the top drawer of the table, wanting to ignore it completely. Diluc is none of his concerns now; all he needs to do is avoid the possibility of him supervising an interrogation.

Kaeya sighed and exited the office, where he was meeting a Fatui Agent and a Skirmisher. “Are you okay?” the agent, Artem, asked him.

“Yeah, I'm good.” Kaeya shook the thoughts circling around his mind. “Let's get going.”

“I know you must have heard that the red-haired bastard was finally caught.” Artem chuckled.

“Yes.” Kaeya nodded. “Sir Childe brought me the file.”

The Skirmisher with him, named Ivan, cackled. “Served him right, with the amount of blood on his hands. Death is the only punishment he deserves. Don't you agree, Kaeya?”

“I suppose so,” Kaeya replied blankly.

“Are you sure you're feeling alright?” Artem asked once again. “You're quiet today.”

“I’m fine.” Kaeya smiled. “It's just that…”

“That guy is from Mondstadt. I’m quite familiar with him; we’re both knights back then, I don't really know how to feel about him being here,” Kaeya said truthfully. 

Ivan laughed. “So what!!”

Artem nodded. “That was years ago. That really doesn't matter now.”

Kaeya smiled, comforted by their words. “I'm just worried about what the others would think. I don't have a stellar reputation around these parts.”

“Don't mind those assholes!!” Ivan exclaimed.

“They’re all bark, no bite!!” Artem added.

Diluc let out a low groan, the rusty cuffs on his wrists biting into his skin, constricting his movements with each futile struggle. A dull ache radiated through his limbs, a painful reminder of the long hours spent in this cold, dark cell. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, both physically and mentally, while hunger gnawed at his insides like a relentless beast, each pang a cruel reminder of his captivity.

His mind replayed the moment he had let his guard down, the careless mistakes that had led to his ambush and capture. He was so stupid. The bitterness of his failure soured his thoughts. Now, he was paying the price, and the weight of his choices hung like an anchor around his neck.

A wave of despair washed over him as he contemplated his fate. Is this how it ends? The thought was suffocating, an oppressive cloud smothering his resolve. How pathetic to be reduced to this—trapped and powerless.

“Look, he’s awake.” A Fatui agent nudged his companion, the sound slicing through the oppressive silence of the cell.

“Should we report it to him?” the other agent asked, a hint of eagerness in his tone.

Diluc’s heart raced at the mention of "him." Who were they talking about? A Harbinger? What would they do next? Interrogate him? Execute him? He had killed enough of their men; he could hardly expect mercy. It’s only just, he thought grimly, the reality of his situation settling over him like a shroud.

“Might as well send in the report so we know what we’ll do with him,” the first agent said, a cruel smirk creeping onto his face.

The agents exchanged looks, and a cold chill ran down Diluc’s spine. Whatever their intentions, he knew the next moments would define his fate.

Pierro stared blankly at the white wall as he sat through Pantalone and Pulcinella’s argument. Their shouts and ramblings turned into white noise. Why is he here again? What is the meeting about again? 

Pantalone cleared his throat, noticing that he wasn't paying attention.

“You're acting like children, " he scowled. Get your act in order, and then I'll probably give you an ear.”

Pulcinella chuckled lightly. "Speaking of recruits, I hear the Tsaritsa’s taken in a new one recently. Your nephew, isn’t it, Pierro?"

Pantalone raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with mock surprise. "Nephew? Since when did you have family?"

Pierro let out a soft sigh, shaking his head. "He’s not really my nephew. His father was a close friend. After... certain circumstances, the boy was left on his own. He needed someone, so I brought him along."

Pantalone chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Hah. Didn’t take you for the nurturing type. Who would've guessed?"

"Believe what you want," Pierro replied, his tone flat but with a hint of fondness.

Pulcinella leaned in, tapping his fingers together thoughtfully. "Regardless, I hear the boy’s already proving himself useful. Talented, though understandably, there's some question about his loyalty. His past with the Knights of Favonius still lingers, after all."

Pantalone's eyes glinted with interest. "The Knights? Yet you found him all the way in Sumeru?"

Pierro nodded. "He left Mondstadt two years ago. He said he needed distance. The boy’s smart and capable. I wouldn’t have brought him in otherwise."

Pulcinella smiled, intrigued. "Sounds promising. But, we’ll see where his true allegiance lies in time."

Pantalone glanced at Pierro, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "My, Pierro, I never thought I’d see the day you played guardian. You’re full of surprises."

Pierro met Pantalone’s gaze, unbothered. "Maybe.”

“Sir Kaeya!! We’re all done here!!” Artem’s voice rang out as he jogged through the crisp cold air toward Kaeya, his breath visible in the cold.

Kaeya looked up from the document he’d been scanning, a small smile forming despite the chill. "Good." He nodded. "We can head back early."

Ivan, lumbering behind with his larger frame, joined them a moment later, snow crunching under his boots. "Early? That’s a pleasant surprise," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Artem grinned, glancing between them. "Well, only if someone doesn’t give us more to do," he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Kaeya chuckled lightly, enjoying the warmth of their banter. "Don’t get too comfortable. I could always find something for you to do when we get back."

"Ah, but you wouldn’t do that to us," Artem said with a mock pout, nudging Ivan. "We’ve been on our best behavior today, right?"

Ivan chuckled, crossing his arms. "Depends on what you consider ‘best.’ You nearly toppled over that stack of supplies earlier."

"Hey! No one saw that—except you," Artem shot back, his feigned indignation only making Kaeya laugh more.

Kaeya watched the two banter, the winter wind biting at their cheeks. Their antics, which had once struck him as overly childish, had become a familiar comfort. The snowflakes fell softly around them, creating a whimsical backdrop to their playful energy.

"You two never stop, do you?" Kaeya asked, amusement lacing his tone as they began their walk back.

"Wouldn’t be fun if we did," Artem replied with a grin, leaning in conspiratorially as they walked through the frosty air. "Besides, you like it, don’t you, Sir? Keeps things lively out here."

Kaeya smirked, shaking his head slightly. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just humoring you."

Ivan interjected with a deep laugh. "Pretty sure he likes it. No one’s that patient unless they actually enjoy the company."

Artem puffed out his chest in mock pride. "See? Even Ivan knows I’m great to be around."

Kaeya shook his head, a genuine smile on his face as he adjusted his coat against the cold. "Alright, alright. Don’t let it go to your head, Artem. But yes, I do enjoy your company—sometimes."

As they continued to walk, Artem dashed ahead, calling out something about racing back, his voice echoing in the clear, cold air.

Kaeya fell into step beside Ivan, the snow crunching underfoot. "You think he’ll trip again before we get back?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ivan’s grin widened, mirroring Kaeya’s playful mood. "If I were betting, I’d say yes. Give it another few minutes."

Kaeya laughed softly, nodding in agreement. "Just don’t tell him we were betting against him," he added, adopting a conspiratorial tone.

Ivan chuckled deeply. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

The laughter rang out in the winter air, and for a brief moment, the stresses Kaeya felt faded into the background.

Kaeya stared out the frost-covered window. There was still work to be done, and stacks of reports were waiting for his attention. He could wrap them up in a few hours, maybe enough time left to squeeze in some training before the day ended. 

But what about Diluc?

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and frustration tightened his chest. “Why am I still thinking about this?” he asked himself.

Diluc is strong… stronger than most. He didn't need Kaeya’s help, not now, not ever. He could get out of his current predicament on his own. But the worry lingered, a nagging feeling Kaeya couldn't fully shake.

But even if he did… what’s going to happen? His thoughts trailed off. The image of Diluc’s cold, unforgiving glare flashed in his mind, a stark reminder of how far they'd drifted apart. Any offer of assistance would only be met with anger.

“He wouldn’t want my help.” Kaeya reasoned, gripping the armrests of the chair. He’d be furious. He’d ask questions, questions he wouldn’t like the answer to.

But as much as he told himself that, there was a flicker of something else beneath the surface—something he didn’t want to admit. Beneath that cold exterior, beneath the rage, he’s still his brother… Diluc may not see it that way anymore, but Kaeya still does.

With a heavy sigh, he stood up, pushing away from the desk. “I’ll get you out of there.” He declared. For the sake of their bond, this will be his final act as his brother.

“Uhm… Uncle.” Kaeya’s voice came out quieter than he intended.

Pierro glanced up from the document in his hand, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly at the interruption. “Yes?” His tone was even, but Kaeya could sense the weight of the question as if Pierro already knew where this was going.

“About the prisoner, we have downstairs…”

Pierro’s brow raised, though his expression remained neutral. “I’ve read the report. I’m aware.” He set the document aside, giving Kaeya his full attention, the unspoken tension between them thickening. “What do you want me to do with him?”

Kaeya blinked, caught off guard by the directness of the question. “What?” His pulse quickened, surprised by how easily Pierro seemed to read the situation.

Pierro leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him with a sigh. “Diluc Ragnvindr,” he said, his voice steady. “He’s your brother. It’s no surprise that you’re concerned. I expected you to bring this up eventually.”

Kaeya swallowed hard. “Right…” Kaeya muttered, trying to collect himself. “I’m aware of what he’s done. His actions were reckless, and he crossed a line. But…”

Pierro’s gaze softened slightly, sensing the turmoil behind Kaeya’s hesitation. “You’re here because you want me to let him go, aren’t you?” There was no accusation in his voice, just a cold practicality that sent a chill down Kaeya’s spine.

Kaeya flinched but quickly regained his composure. “Yes,” he admitted quietly. “He’s caused us trouble, yes. But killing him or keeping him locked away… that won’t fix things.”

Pierro tapped his fingers on the desk, his gaze never leaving Kaeya. “You make it sound simple. He killed our men, Kaeya. He’s been a thorn in our side ever since he came here. Do you really think releasing him is wise?”

Kaeya’s breath caught, knowing he was walking on thin ice. “I’m not excusing what he did. I’m just saying that he’s not a threat to us anymore now that he’s captured. He was acting out of anger, not strategy. Holding him here will only make things worse between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya.”

Pierro’s silence stretched, the weight of his authority pressing down on Kaeya. “And what do you propose, then? We let him walk free after everything he’s done?”

Kaeya’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but he had to try. “Release him,” Kaeya said carefully. “But ban him from Snezhnaya. He’s already crossed us once. If he ever returns, we can deal with him then. But keeping him here will only breed more conflict.”

Pierro’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes searching Kaeya’s face for any sign of weakness or ulterior motive. “You’re asking me to show leniency to a man who has made it his mission to eliminate as much Fatui as he could.”

“I am,” Kaeya replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “Because this isn’t about leniency. It’s about pragmatism. Diluc won’t stop fighting if we keep him here. But if we send him away, we control the narrative. We decide how this ends.”

Pierro leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And you think he’ll just accept this? That he’ll leave and never look back?”

Kaeya hesitated. “No. But he’ll know the consequences if he returns. He’ll be forced to make a choice, and I believe he’s not foolish enough to cross that line again.”

Pierro let the silence hang between them for a moment, weighing Kaeya’s words with the same careful calculation he always applied to matters of strategy. Then, with a deep sigh, he leaned back again, rubbing his temples. “Kaeya… this isn’t just a personal matter. This can affect the Fatui’s reputation.”

“I know,” Kaeya said, his voice soft but firm. “This isn’t just about him or me. If we handle this the right way, we can have leverage. Diluc is still the Cavalry Captain. If we let him go, Mondstadt will be indebted to us.”

Pierro studied him for a long time, his expression unreadable. Kaeya’s heart raced as the silence stretched, every second feeling like an eternity.

Finally, Pierro sighed. “Very well.” He met Kaeya’s eyes. “Diluc will be released. But he is to be considered a persona non grata banning him from Snezhnaya. If he ever sets foot here again, his life will no longer be in my hands—or yours.”

Kaeya exhaled slowly, relief washing over him. “Thank you,” he smiled, his words filled with gratitude.

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The cold glow of overhead lights illuminated the large hall, their flickering glare casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the faint metallic tang of weapons, a reminder of countless hours spent honing skills.

Rows of wooden dummies stood at attention, their surfaces marred by countless strikes, each scar a testament to the rigorous training that took place here. Sparring mats covered sections of the floor, worn and frayed, where combatants engaged in fierce practice, the sounds of clashing steel and heavy breaths echoing off the high ceilings.

“Kaeya!” A voice rang out, piercing the rhythm of the hall’s tension. Familiar, teasing. “It's really you!"

Kaeya turned, eyes narrowing with curiosity as Childe came sprinting towards him. The ginger’s approach was far too enthusiastic, his grin already wide before he even reached Kaeya.

“Sir Childe.” Kaeya’s tone was measured, his eyes scanning the Harbinger with cautious amusement.

“Are you here to train?” Childe asked, catching his breath with a grin that showed he was all too pleased with the encounter.

Kaeya raised an eyebrow, suspicion tugging at him. Childe’s friendliness had always seemed... a little too much. He could hazard a guess why. “You could say that.”

Childe chuckled, his voice carrying an easy confidence. “Well then, perfect timing. How about we finally settle that little spar we talked about?”

Kaeya’s lips twitched into a small smile. Of course. He had expected this. “Could I say no?”

“Not at all!” Childe’s grin widened, a flash of mischief behind it. “This is an order from your superior, after all.”

Kaeya’s amusement deepened, a light laugh escaping him. He leaned slightly closer, his voice slipping into a tone of playful defiance. “You may be a Harbinger, Sir Childe, but I only take orders from Uncle.” His words dripped with jest. “However, I am curious about your skills, so I’ll indulge in just this once.”

“Well then,” Kaeya said, his hand drifting to the hilt of his sword. “Shall we?”

Childe’s grin widened, excitement sparking in his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The moment Kaeya and Childe moved to the center of the hall, the atmosphere shifted thick with an unspoken tension. Childe’s stance loosened, his body coiled like a predator waiting to strike, eyes gleaming with excitement. He lived for this—the clash of wills, the rush of adrenaline. On the other hand, Kaeya remained in the picture of elegance and calm, with every movement a calculated display of restraint.

Artem’s eyes widened, his voice barely above a whisper. “Shit! They’re really gonna fight, aren’t they?”

Ivan elbowed him sharply, his gaze never leaving the two combatants. “Just shut up and enjoy the show.” There was a mix of awe and irritation in his voice, as though this fight was both inevitable and too good to miss.

The air was electric, crackling with anticipation as Kaeya and Childe squared off. Ivan’s words hung in the silence that followed, and even the usual sounds of the hall—the distant chatter, the clinking of weapons—seemed to fade into the background.

This wasn’t just a sparring match anymore. It was a spectacle. One that everyone couldn’t tear their eyes away from.

The air between them was still, but only for a moment. Without warning, Childe moved first, launching himself forward with ferocious speed. His Hydro Vision activated, and blades of water materialized in his hands, glinting under the harsh lights. His strikes came hard and fast, each swing backed by a force that could shatter stone.

Kaeya dodged with precision. His sword flicked out to meet Childe’s water blades, parrying with a sharp metallic clang. The clashing of their blades was sharp, ringing through the hall. Kaeya’s blade moved with fluid grace, and his strikes were precise and sharp. Each motion had a purpose: nothing wasted, nothing overdone. Childe, on the other hand, attacked with ferocity, the weight of his strikes heavier, driven by sheer adrenaline. He thrived in this—the raw, unrestrained thrill of combat, the way his body moved instinctively as though born for this moment.

Their contrasting styles created a spectacle. Kaeya danced around Childe’s heavier blows, his blade flicking out with deadly precision. At the same time, Childe’s relentless offense kept Kaeya constantly on the defensive, forcing him to adapt to the chaotic rhythm.

The clang of steel against water echoed through the hall, a rhythmic symphony of skill and power. Yet, despite the growing tension, an unspoken respect, a mutual recognition of each other’s skill, formed between them even as they fought tooth and nail for dominance.

Finally, after what felt like hours but could have only been minutes, the two combatants separated, both panting lightly. Kaeya’s sword was raised, poised for another attack, but Childe’s grin told him everything he needed to know. They were evenly matched, and they both knew it.

Before either of them could make another move, a slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the hall.

“Impressive,” a deep voice rumbled from the shadows.

Both Kaeya and Childe turned, their breath still heavy from the sparring match. Capitano’s towering form stood in the doorway, his silhouette casting an imposing shadow that stretched across the floor. His presence alone shifted the air, heavy with authority.

“Capitano,” they said in unison, instinctively straightening their posture.

A chuckle fell through his mask, “You two certainly gave a show.”

Kaeya exchanged a brief look with Childe, and a silent agreement passed between them. “Kaeya’s skills are truly remarkable. He can keep up with me pretty well even though he doesn’t have a Vision.” Childe said. “Though I do feel like you’re holding back a bit.”

Capitano laughed. “Kaeya is still under Pierro’s training with his powers. It might take a while for him actually to go all out in battles.”

“Interesting. It makes me excited about our rematch.” Childe grinned. “Speaking of those powers… What are they exactly?”

“As you know, I’m from Khaenri’ah,” he began, his voice calm yet reflective. “I was trained to harness and control abyssal energy when I was a child, but… it’s been so long that I’ve forgotten some aspects of it. Uncle has been kind enough to teach me everything all over again.”

Childe’s laughter cut through the air again, bright and infectious. “I never expected the Director to be like that,” he admitted. “Khaenri’ah huh… Aren’t you from there as well, Captain? You folks are truly on a different level.”

Diluc sat hunched in the corner of the dark, cold cell, the stone walls pressing in around him like a vice. Shadows clung to the corners, creeping deeper into the unforgiving space, where the only source of light flickered feebly from a small barred window high above. The chill seeped into his bones, gnawing at his resolve, while the damp air clung to his skin, mixing with the metallic tang of despair that hung heavily in the atmosphere.

Footsteps echoed through the silent halls, slowly growing louder, slowly getting closer. Diluc looked up at the impending figure of the Director of the Fatui Harbingers, Pierro. His red, tired eyes met his blue ones, a hint of familiarity crossing him.

“Kaeya,” Diluc groaned softly, the weight of that name heavy on his tongue. Those eyes… they’re so similar to Kaeya’s.

Pierro stepped closer, his expression unreadable as he surveyed Diluc. “Diluc Ragnvindr.”

“What?” he whispered, the word barely escaping his lips.

“You’re a free man,” Pierro stated, his voice firm yet devoid of malice. “However…”

Diluc’s stomach dropped. “However?”

Pierro continued, his tone unwavering. “You will no longer be allowed to step foot in Snezhnaya.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “I know of your past, young man. I understand the reasons that brought you here, and to some degree, I can empathize with your actions. But I cannot ignore the lives you’ve taken.”

The tension hung in the air, a tightrope between relief and remorse. “It’s a rather rare occurrence,” Pierro said, his voice softening just a fraction. “But I’ll extend leniency and let you go.”

“Just like that?” Diluc asked his voice a mixture of bafflement and gratitude.

Pierro regarded him quietly as if weighing the sincerity behind the question. “Nothing is ever just like that,” he replied, his gaze steady. “Consider this a second chance… one you should not squander.”

“But why?” Diluc asked. “I don’t understand.”

“Maybe it’s not something for you to understand,” Pierro replied. “All I can say is… there’s someone out there who wants you to live… so please make sure not to put their efforts in vain.”

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving Diluc to grapple with the weight of his words.

“Aren’t you going to see him?” A question rang in Kaeya’s ears.

“It’s better this way,” Kaeya murmured. “Besides… I won’t be going back to Mondsatdt anyway.”

The man beside him observed him quietly before asking, “I see... But Kaeya…what do you truly want?”

 “Captain… what are you getting at?”

The captain chuckled softly, though his tone held a note of knowing sadness. “You still care about your brother. You wouldn’t have gone this far if you didn’t.”

Kaeya’s lips pressed together, and for a brief moment, a flash of something unreadable crossed his face. “I suppose I do,” he admitted quietly, though his voice was barely above a whisper. His smile returned, but it was fragile, a mask barely holding together. “I can’t bear to think what would have happened… if I hadn’t intervened.”

The captain’s gaze softened, his silence urging Kaeya to continue.

“But… it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Kaeya’s voice wavered, though he tried to keep it steady. “Our bond… whatever it was… is already severed. There's nothing left to salvage.” He looked away, staring into the distance as if the words were hard to say aloud. “This will be my final act… as his brother.”

The captain’s eyes lingered on Kaeya for a moment longer, his gaze steady though something seemed to shift beneath the surface.

"You know..." Capitano's deep voice cut through the silence. "You remind me a lot of your grandfather."

Kaeya's eyes flickered with surprise at the mention. He didn’t expect Capitano to bring him up.

"You do." Capitano nodded. "Stubborn. Determined. But always carrying more than anyone sees." His gaze lingered on Kaeya. "He always put his family first, even when it cost him."

“Do you… perhaps know where he is?” Kaeya asked.

Capitano shook his head. “Unfortunately, I do not. My last account of his whereabouts is in Sumeru. But that was a long time ago.”

“Yes.” Kaeya nodded. “The Mechanical Warden he operated is still there; some parts of it still work.”

“If he is able to see you now. I know he’d be proud. You’re a good kid, Kaeya.”

“Thanks.”

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Three Years. That's how long Diluc's been gone. A lot can happen in three years, and yet Diluc is enveloped by the same warmth and cool breeze of the city he’s familiar with, almost telling him that nothing has changed. Diluc doubted that.

"Welcome back home, Master Diluc." Adelinde’s voice trembled slightly as she greeted the red-haired man at the door of the Dawn Winery. Her composure wavered just enough for her eyes to glisten with tears. Diluc nodded, wordlessly stepping inside. The familiar scent of grapes and aged oak lingered in the air, wrapping around him like a long-lost comfort. His tension eased, shoulders slackening as he exhaled. He allowed himself a faint smile for the first time in what felt like eons.

"Adelinde..."

"Yes, Master Diluc?"

"Where's Kaeya?" His voice wavered, laced with desperation. It didn’t matter how Kaeya would react to his arrival—he just needed to see him, he needs to apologize, he needs to make things right.

Adelinde's sharp intake of breath was the only answer he received at first. She averted her gaze, eyes shifting to the side. Her lips trembled as she bit down.

"Master Kaeya... he's gone."

Diluc’s heart seemed to stop, the world tilting around him. "Wha—What do you mean he's gone?" His voice cracked, panic seeping in.

"We... we don't know where he is," Adelinde whispered.

Diluc stood frozen, the silence around him deafening as Adelinde's words echoed in his mind. Gone . His breath caught in his throat, and for a second, the world felt as if it had been ripped from under him.

His fingers curled into tight fists at his sides, trembling, a surge of emotions crashing over him—fear, guilt, and a raw, gnawing panic he hadn’t felt in years. He had thought of so many ways this reunion could have gone wrong, imagined the cold reception, the sharp words, but never this. Never the possibility that Kaeya wouldn’t be here at all.

"No..." The word slipped out, barely audible. "What do you mean you don’t know?" His voice grew tight. "He has to be here. I need to—"

He stopped himself, feeling his chest constrict, his breath shallow. I need to see him. I need to fix this. But all that came out was a broken, "He has to be here."

Adelinde looked down, unable to offer him more, and at that moment, Diluc felt utterly helpless. It took him a while to calm down. Adelinde served him lunch, which helped with the pit of negative emotions he had brewing inside. Elzer then advised him to seek Varka to catch up with the affairs of the city and retrieve his Vision. Diluc also thought of asking him what really happened to Kaeya.

The next day, Diluc made his way to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. The familiar stone walls and bustling courtyards seemed untouched by time, unchanged since the day he’d walked away. It was as though Mondstadt had continued its rhythm without him. He took a deep breath and approached the Grand Master's office, knocking firmly on the door.

"Come in."

Diluc pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by Varka's booming voice. "Diluc!" Varka's grin was wide, his presence as commanding yet comforting as ever. "Let me officially welcome you back to Mondstadt! It’s good to see you in one piece."

"It’s good to be back," Diluc replied with a nod. "The city... it hasn’t changed as much as I thought."

Varka chuckled. "Mondstadt has its way of staying the same, no matter what happens."

“Right.” He then pulled out a Pyro Vision from his drawer and gave it to Diluc. “Here.”

His Pyro Vision gleamed faintly in the light. He stared at it for a moment, fingers brushing over the smooth surface, feeling the familiar warmth radiating from it. "Thank you... for keeping it safe."

"Of course," Varka replied, though his eyes lingered on Diluc, sensing the tension that hadn’t left since the moment he entered. He hesitated before speaking again. "Diluc… about Kaeya..."

Diluc’s breath hitched, his hand tightening around the Vision. "He’s not really gone, is he?" His voice trembled, the weight of his hope pressing down on each word. "Please... tell me he's still here.”

Varka's expression darkened, his usual unshakable presence faltering as he lowered his gaze. "I’m sorry..." Diluc felt his heart sink.

"You see…" Varka began, his tone softer now, as if unsure how to deliver the weight of his words. "After you left the city, I assumed you’d taken Kaeya with you. The two of you have always been inseparable. The thought of you leaving him behind… never crossed my mind."

Varka paused, his eyes distant. "But a few days later, Elzer came knocking on my door, asking where Kaeya is, thinking that he was still in the city. That’s… that was the time we realized he was missing.”

He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze meeting Diluc’s, full of regret. "We did everything we could to find him, searched everywhere, but... it’s like he vanished without a trace."

“I’m so sorry Diluc.”.

Diluc stood there, frozen, as Varka’s words sank deeper with each passing second. But then something else caught his eye… something that made his heart drop and felt like a knife twisting in his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaeya’s Vision, still glowing faintly, displayed inside one of Varka’s glass cabinets.

His breath hitched. "Grand Master..." His voice wavered, his hands trembling as he pointed toward the cabinet. "Where did you get that?"

Varka turned around, confused, but realized what he was talking about. “Ahh this…” He picked the Vision out of the cabinet and placed it on the table for Diluc to see. “A mysterious little thing.”

“A week after you left, the knights found this. At first, we thought that it was a fake Vision because, look at it, have you ever seen a Mondstadt Vision with only two pairs of wings… but after we examined it… turns out it was real. I have no recollection of ever seeing a Vision like this around Mondstadt. We asked around anyway, but no one recognized it. I ended up just keeping it here until someone claims it.”

Diluc’s heart raced as he gazed at the Vision. “This is... this is Kaeya’s.”

“It is?” Varka frowned, brow furrowing with concern. “Are you sure? How come you know about this?”

Diluc flinched, his mind going back to that night. “The night… the night father died… we had a fight that's when he got his Vision. He… he looked so horrified looking at it.”

Varka arched a brow, his voice laced with curiosity. "A fight, you say… So that’s why you left on your own. But you two… you usually settle things quickly. Must’ve been something serious."

Diluc hesitated, his voice tight. "You could say that."

Varka's gaze sharpened. "Why do you think Kaeya looked so horrified when he received his Vision?"

"I… I don’t know," Diluc replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I heard him muttering something. He kept saying, ‘I’ve been found,’ over and over again." He swallowed, fighting down the bitter guilt that churned in his stomach.

Varka studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. "I see. And… What did you two fight about, anyway? What happened?”

Diluc’s jaw tightened. “I… I ended up hurting him.” He confessed, the tightness in his chest suffocating him. “I… I didn't mean to.”

Varka's expression darkened a glint of understanding in his eyes. "Does it have something to do with Khaenri'ah?"

Diluc’s eyes widened, his heart hammering at the mention of the ancient kingdom. "Wha—? How do you…?"

"So it does," Varka said, a note of grim certainty in his voice.

"Grand Master… how could you possibly know that?"

Varka let out a deep sigh. "Your father told me. Kaeya… he’s Khaenri'ahn."

Diluc's breath caught. "Father… he knew?"

Varka nodded solemnly. "From the very beginning. Said he could tell by Kaeya’s star-shaped eyes."

"Your father wanted Kaeya to reveal it himself," Varka explained quietly. "He only told me to ensure Kaeya’s protection, in case the truth came to light unexpectedly. But… he did plan to tell him we knew once he turned eighteen."

"But that all changed when…" Varka’s voice trailed off.

Diluc swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. "The Doctor figured it out he’s a spy within the Fatui. I know."

“Your father believed in you, Diluc. He was certain you’d understand, that no matter what, you’d stand by your brother’s side." 

Those words struck like a blow, hollowing him out. Father had trusted him to protect Kaeya, to stay by his side. Instead, he did the exact opposite, he scared him, he pushed him away.

He was a failure—a failure as a son and as a brother.

“I won't dwell on it any further. What I do want to tell you is that… Eroch…” Varka paused to correct himself. “Dottorre's clone is no longer in Mondstadt. We’ve received intel that helped us with discarding him. I also recently received a letter that deemed you persona non grata in Snezhnaya… the letter explained everything.”

"I’m sorry for my rash actions, Grand Master," Diluc said quietly. "I know they must have destabilised our relations with them.”

“Snezhnaya is a powerful land, Diluc. Your actions might have caused a war. However, that Director of theirs seems reasonable. The letter he sent me indicated that your release is an act of truce, a compensation even for the trouble Dottorre had caused here.”

Diluc’s gaze shifted, his mind drifting back to his final conversation with Pierro. The man had shown leniency, an understanding that defied everything he expected from the Fatui. Pierro had said little, but his words lingered in Diluc’s mind.

“As for the Vision… since it's Kaeya's. It's best if you keep it.” Varka said, changing the topic entirely. “At least with this, we’re sure he's alive.”

He looked down at the Vision, its icy glow faint, but steady. “Thank you.” He murmured, picking it up and holding it close.

Varka’s gaze softened, his voice gentle. “Diluc… I won’t ask you to come back to the Ordo. That choice is yours to make. All I want is for you to take some time, to be with the people who care about you. They’ve missed you, more than you realize.”

Diluc’s expression tightened. “Of course… Thank you once again. GrandMaster.”

The walk back is silent. In Diluc’s hand, Kaeya's Vision faintly glimmers. His fingers trace over its edges, two pairs of wings instead of three. Mondstadt Visions are adorned with three pairs—Kaeya’s only has two. Why? What does it mean? There must be a reason… is it because he's from Khaenri’ah, would that even constitute this much of an effect?

“Diluc…” a soft trembling voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

His red eyes met her blue ones. Blue teary eyes as she held her hands close to her mouth. “Charles said you came back.” She spoke softly. “I'm so glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah…” He lowered his head. His hands, clutching the Vision he's holding. “I'm sorry…”

With a single step, Jean closed the distance between them, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Don’t leave like that again, you idiot.”

He hesitated for a moment before finally wrapping his trembling arms around her as she broke down into sobs. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Jean pulled away slightly, wiping the tears from her face as she tried to compose herself. “It’s all right… I’m just glad you came back safe.”

“Yeah… I suppose so.”

Jean paused, then asked gently, “Are you heading back to the winery?” She offered a small smile. “If you’d like, I could walk with you. We can catch up along the way.”

Diluc managed a faint smile. “I’d like that.”

They strolled through Mondstadt’s streets, Jean glanced at Diluc, a faint smile on her lips as she started to update him.

“Things have changed quite a bit in the Knights,” she said. “The Cavalry Captain position is still vacant, though. No one’s quite… fit the role yet.”

Diluc raised a brow, feigning surprise. “I thought there’d be a line of volunteers for that.”

Jean laughed. “Oh, there were volunteers. But GrandMaster Varka seems to have a particular standard in mind… apparently, he wants someone as… capable as you both were.”

Diluc scoffed playfully, shaking his head. “He’s setting himself up for disappointment if he’s looking for another ‘me’ or ‘Kaeya.’”

Jean chuckled softly, looking off into the distance. “Speaking of… he’s planning on going on an expedition soon. He’s hinted at it more than once lately.”

“An expedition?” Diluc echoed, a note of surprise in his voice.

“That’s right… He also plans to appoint me as Acting Grand Master… for the time he’s gone.”

Diluc smiled, a bit of his old warmth slipping through. “Seems fitting. Mondstadt couldn’t ask for a better leader.”

“Thank you,” Jean replied, smiling. She hesitated before adding. “We searched everywhere for Kaeya, you know. I helped with the search efforts whenever I could, but… he really vanished without a trace.” She glanced at him. “I wish I had better news.”

Diluc’s face remained neutral, though his gaze drifted. “It seems like he doesn't want to be found.”

“That’s what I thought too…” Jean lowered her head, but she took a deep breath in order to change the subject as they walked along the familiar path nearing the Winery. “You know, the vineyards are just as beautiful as I remember,” she said, glancing over at Diluc. “Maybe even more so. Elzer and the others have really kept them in shape.”

Diluc nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “They’d never let the place go downhill.”

Adelinde was there to greet them. “Master Diluc, welcome back,” she said. “And Lady Jean—it’s an honor to have you here.”

“Thank you, Adelinde.” Jean offered her a gentle smile.

Diluc walked inside slowly placing the Vision he held in his hand on the table. The blue light shimmered and her eyes widened in recognition.

“Diluc… why do you have that?” 

“It’s… it’s Kaeya’s,” he said quietly, his voice rough.

“It’s Kaeya’s.” Jean gasped, eyes widening. “What do you mean it's Kaeya's?” Her tone rose with agitation.

With a shaky breath, Diluc began to recount the events he desperately wished to purge from his memory. He spoke of his mistakes, his regrets, and the crushing weight of his grief. “I'm the reason why he's gone, Jean. It's all my fault.”

Jean’s voice wavered, disbelief mingling with a rising fury. “You… did what?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his gaze dropping, unable to meet her eyes.

“Sorry…” Her voice trembled. “You… you left him… just like that… after what you did… How could you?”

“It was a mistake… a horrible mistake… I’m really sorry.”

“A sorry ain’t gonna cut it Diluc!!” Her voice trembled, slipping between anger and hurt. “The Diluc I know… would never hurt Kaeya. Tell me what happened—why?”

Diluc’s silence deepened, a heavy weight between them. He wasn’t sure if he could, or should, tell her the truth.

“Tell me, Diluc!” she demanded her voice a mixture of pain and desperation.

“I can't…”

Jean’s grip on his collar tightened, her frustration boiling over. “You can’t or you won’t?” Her words cut through the silence.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Jean,” Diluc’s voice broke as he whispered.

Jean took a shaky breath, her gaze hardening as she looked at him. “You didn’t mean it…” She choked back a sob. “Diluc… he’s your brother, for Archon’s sake!”

“I know.” Diluc’s voice wavered, a bitter, hollow laugh escaping him. “Some brother I turned out to be, right? I pushed him away, hurt him more than anyone else ever could.” He paused. “He’s better off without me anyway.”

Jean’s eyes softened. “Do you really believe that, Diluc? That he’s better off thinking his own brother abandoned him? That he’s better off… alone?”

“Jean…” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “After everything I said… everything I did…” He faltered, his words catching as he looked away, pain etched deeply into his features. “I don’t know if he’d ever want to see me again. He left because of me, Jean.”

A bitter smile tugged at his lips, and he let out a shaky breath. “If he hates me… I can accept that. I probably deserve it.” His gaze dropped to the Vision resting on the table. “This Vision might be the only piece of him I have left, but at least it’s something. As long as it glows, I’ll know he’s still alive. Maybe… maybe that’ll be enough to keep me sane.”

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The Fatui Harbingers are an odd bunch. Kaeya gets along with most of them… some more than others.

Childe is manageable. Sure, he's too enthusiastic about fighting, but at least he’s straightforward. Scaramouche, on the other hand, is less insufferable than expected, though that’s hardly a glowing endorsement. Signora is quite alright. Arlecchino, oddly enough, is the most agreeable of the lot.

And then there’s Dottore. Oh, sweet Dottore. Kaeya has a special disdain reserved for the Doctor, though he's not alone in that sentiment. It's no secret that Dottore’s reputation precedes him, and Kaeya can't help but find amusement in the subtle—or not-so-subtle—ways others seem to share his distaste.

For today, he's with Scaramouche overseeing some important matters. The two approached a grand estate nestled in the mountains. The manor was imposing, its tall spires dusted with snow.

“Let’s get this over with,” Scaramouche muttered, pushing open the heavy doors. Inside, the air was warmer compared to the biting cold outside. A group of merchants, clearly nervous in the presence of a Harbinger, stood clustered near a long table. Their eyes darted from Scaramouche to Kaeya, unsure which of the two was more intimidating.

Scaramouche trods forward as Kaeya follows him. “Alright you fools, the Fatui values punctuality and precision, so let’s ensure this exchange proceeds without… any complications.”

One of the merchants, an older man with a trembling hand, stepped forward. “O-of course, Lord Harbinger. We’ve brought the requested materials.”

Scaramouche folded his arms, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Then stop stalling and show us.”

As the merchants began to unload crates filled with rare ores and artifacts, Kaeya leaned closer to Scaramouche, his voice low. “You know, you could stand to work on your people skills. A smile here and there wouldn’t kill you.”

Scaramouche shot him a withering glare. “And you could stand to keep your observations to yourself.”

“Ah, but I really rather not.” Kaeya chuckled. He took a leisurely step closer to the table, his sharp gaze scanning the crates as the merchants carefully pried them open.

The contents gleamed in the warm light: rare ores with an iridescent shimmer, and artifacts etched with ancient symbols. Kaeya’s fingers brushed against the edge of one crate, inspecting the goods with practiced ease. He snatched a ledger lying nearby and began flipping through it, his gloved fingers moving with calculated precision. “Let’s see here.”

Kaeya’s sharp eye caught an inconsistency. One of the listed artifacts—a supposedly invaluable relic from Liyue—didn’t seem to match the description. He snapped the book shut and turned to the merchants with a disarming smile that sent a chill down their spine. “Tell me, gentlemen, do you think I’m blind?”

The older merchant blanched, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “I-I don’t understand. Everything is—”

“Explain this.” Kaeya tapped the ledger, his tone pleasant but his gaze unforgiving. “This ‘Phoenix Jade Emblem’ you’ve listed. A beautiful name, but the object in this crate?” He gestured toward a poorly disguised counterfeit nestled among the genuine goods. “Not so much.”

Scaramouche’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Are you trying to cheat the Fatui?”

“N-no, Lord Harbinger!” the merchant stammered, falling to his knees. “There must have been a mistake—perhaps during transport—”

“A mistake?” Scaramouche sneered, his voice icy. “How convenient. Seize them. I'll deal with this matter personally.”

The Fatuus rounded up the merchants, their protests escalating into desperate pleas as they were dragged away. Kaeya clasped his hands behind his back and strolled closer to Scaramouche.

“Well, that went better than expected,” he said.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, folding his arms as he watched the scene with visible irritation. “Better for you, maybe. I still have to clean up this mess. At least,” he added, with a hint of spiteful satisfaction, “it’s not another mission dealing with the Abyss.”

“Ah, about that… your Abyss assignment has been canceled.”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened in genuine shock, a rare and fleeting break in his usual composure. His lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. “Canceled?” he repeated, disbelief clear in his voice.

Kaeya nodded. “Indeed. I had a little chat with Uncle. Mentioned I needed access to some Abyss-related records for an ongoing investigation. In his infinite wisdom, he decided that your little expedition was… redundant.”

Scaramouche let out a sharp breath, his shoulders loosening just slightly. “For once, you’ve managed to be useful,” he muttered.

Kaeya chuckled. “A thank you would suffice, but I’ll settle for that half-hearted insult.”

—

In truth, dealing with the Harbingers has become just another facet of Kaeya's responsibilities as his uncle's aide, a duty he's long since grown accustomed to. While he doesn’t particularly answer to them, they’re still his superiors.

Mastery over his powers had brought a newfound efficiency to his work, particularly now that he could slip through portals with ease, a task that once demanded significant effort. The newfound convenience spares him the physical toll of travel but ironically increases the sheer volume of assignments he must handle. Still, Kaeya doesn’t complain. He sees each task as a chance to prove his worth and demonstrate his reliability. In the back of his mind, he’s certain that if he plays his cards right, he’ll eventually be able to leverage the Fatui's vast influence to address deeply personal matters that have weighed on him for far too long.

“Sir Kaeya, The Captain has requested your presence.”

Kaeya glances up from the report he’s been reviewing, an eyebrow arching in mild curiosity. “Urgent?”

The agent hesitates, then shakes his head. “Not particularly.”

“Good. Tell him I’ll be there shortly.” He waves a hand dismissively, already turning his attention back to the page in front of him.

“Yes, of course.” The agent retreats, his quiet footsteps fading into the hallway.

Kaeya finished his report at a deliberate pace, closing it with a decisive snap before rising from his chair. Stretching briefly, he adjusted his gloves and strode toward The Captain's quarters, his boots echoing lightly against the polished floor. 

Pushing open the heavy door, he stepped inside. “You called?” his eyes scanned the room. His gaze landed on the Captain first and then shifted to Childe, who stood off to the side.

“Yes,” Capitano began, inclining his head slightly.  “Childe has been assigned to a sensitive mission. While his skills are not in question, his... tendencies are.” Kaeya arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a wry smile. “So, I’m babysitting. How delightful. Forgive me if the prospect of chaperoning my superior doesn’t fill me with enthusiasm.”

The Captain’s expression remained impassive. “Your uncle has already approved this arrangement. He trusts you to manage the situation.”

“Think of it as bonding, comrade,” Childe interjected, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned against the table

Kaeya’s smirk deepened as he shifted his attention back to Capitano. “And why, pray tell, am I the lucky candidate for this illustrious assignment?”

“He only agreed to accept oversight if it was you.”

Kaeya let out a low, incredulous laugh. “Oh, wonderful. I’m flattered,” he deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

Capitano cleared his throat. “Kaeya, just keep him focused. The mission is critical, and his success—or failure—affects us all.”

Kaeya sighed. “Understood. I’ll make sure our ‘bonding’ experience doesn’t end with us both in trouble.”

Childe’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit, comrade.”

Kaeya shot him a sidelong glance. “Don’t make me regret this already.”

—

The chamber was vast and cold, a reflection of the Tsaritsa’s unwavering nature. Frost-laden chandeliers hung high above, their crystalline light refracting into countless shards across the marbled floor.

“Pierro,” her voice, smooth and icy, cut through the silence, “Your nephew is adjusting well, I presume?”

“He is indeed fairing well Your Majesty,” Pierro replied, his tone steady.

“Good,” she said, her lips curving into the faintest semblance of a smile. “Then I have nothing to concern myself with.”

"My judgment of him appears to have been accurate," she continued. "Let us hope his actions do not give me cause to reconsider."

Pierro stood firm. "I can assure you of Kaeya's loyalty, Your Majesty,” His voice was steady, measured, and unwavering.

A soft chuckle echoed through the chamber, carrying the faintest edge of amusement. "That is good to hear," she mused, tilting their head ever so slightly. "It's also rather nice to see you warm up, even if just the slightest bit."

Pierro's gaze flickered, a shift so subtle it could be mistaken for nothing at all. He exhaled slowly. "Well… he is family."

"Family." She echoed the word as if tasting it, turning it over in her mind. A pause, thoughtful, almost indulgent. "It’s been so long since you’ve spoken of such things."

 "That boy is special," he admitted, his voice low, almost reverent. "He’s been through so much... He was just a child." A pause. A breath. "He still is."

A silence settled between them, heavy with understanding.

She studied him for a moment longer before speaking, her voice softer now, though no less certain. "I won’t fail. This shall not fail. I assure you of that."

Pierro inclined his head, his expression unreadable. "Of course, Your Majesty."

Then, her voice cut through the stillness, no longer carrying its earlier amusement—only the cold certainty of a decree.

"The Samsara will break. There will be no more do-overs… and Celestia will pay for what they’ve done.”

Chapter Text

Childe pushed open the wooden door of his family home, and before stepping inside, a small force collided with him.

"Big brother!" Tuecer beamed, clutching his waist. His eyes, wide and alight with excitement, flicked to Kaeya. "Is he your friend?”

Kaeya smirked before giving a loose shrug. "Sure... friend… let's go with that."

Childe huffed a laugh but didn’t correct him.

The house was warm, and lived-in, the scent of fresh bread and old wood filling the space. Laughter and chatter echoed from the next room, where his other siblings were gathered. The moment they noticed him, the noise doubled—voices overlapping, little feet hurrying across the floor. Kaeya leaned against the doorframe, watching with idle amusement as Childe was swarmed by grasping hands and expectant eyes.

"Alright, alright, one at a time!" Childe chuckled, lifting Tonya effortlessly before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. "Been behaving?"

She huffed. "More than you do, probably."

"That’s not saying much," Anthon muttered, though the way he hovered at Childe’s side made it obvious he was happy to see him.

Before Childe could retaliate, another voice cut in—softer but firm. "Ajax."

His mother stood in the doorway, arms crossed but eyes warm. Behind her, his father, a man with sharp features softened by age, gave a small nod.

Childe grinned. "Hey, Ma."

His mother sighed, stepping forward and pressing a hand against his cheek, her touch lingering as if to reassure herself he was there. "You’ve gotten thinner."

"You say that every time," Childe muttered, but he leaned into the touch just the same.

His father gave him a once-over. "You’re staying for dinner, at least?"

Childe rubbed the back of his neck. "Wish I could, but I’ve got a ship to catch."

Kaeya, still leaning against the doorframe, caught the flicker of disappointment that crossed his mother’s face before she schooled her expression. It was a practiced thing—acceptance, maybe, of the fact that her son always left just as quickly as he arrived.

She sighed. "Then at least take some food with you."

Childe chuckled. "Wouldn’t dream of refusing."

Kaeya’s eyes flickered toward a side table where a stack of neatly folded clothes sat beside a few well-worn books. Everything here was orderly and cared for. But the weight behind that care wasn’t entirely Childe’s. His gaze drifted to the neatly pinned letter on the wall—Pulcinella’s handwriting, crisp and precise.

He crossed his arms, voice light but edged with something sharper. "I heard The Rooster is your family’s… benefactor of sorts. That’s generous of him."

Childe, still tangled in his siblings’ eager attention, met Kaeya’s gaze, eyes unreadable for a moment before he scoffed, shaking his head. “Pulcinella's done a lot for them," he admitted. "Keeps things steady while I’m away."

Kaeya hummed, crossing his arms. "How fortunate."

A polite way of saying How convenient. 

"You say that like you don’t have someone looking out for you too."

Kaeya arched a brow, feigning ignorance. "Oh?"

Childe grinned. "C’mon, with you being the old man’s nephew and all." He shifted Anthon onto his shoulders effortlessly, the little boy squealing in delight.

Kaeya tilted his head, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Pierro might be family," he admitted, "but he’s the last person who would ever treat me like a child. That’s what I like about him."

Childe’s expression shifted—curiosity flickering in his eyes, the corners of his mouth quirking upward. "Oh? Do tell."

Kaeya chuckled, a glint of nostalgia softening his usually sharp gaze. "He’s the one who helped me convince my father to give me a sword when I was three," he said, shaking his head as if humored by his own past. "He told him, ‘If the boy wants to fight, let him.’ And just like that, I had my first blade in my hands."

Childe let out a low whistle. "Three years old, huh?" He leaned in slightly. "You sure you’re not the crazy one between us?"

Kaeya only laughed, and the sound was light and careless. His gaze drifted back to Childe’s siblings—Tuecer had taken to tugging at Childe’s coat, while the others whispered among themselves, glancing at Kaeya with varying degrees of curiosity and skepticism.

For all of Childe’s bloodstained work, his siblings were still untouched by it. That, at least, was something worth protecting.

Childe stretched, looking toward the door. "C’mon, we should get going. I don’t want to drag this out or they’ll never let me leave."

His mother wiped her hands again, stepping closer. "You’re always in a hurry." Her expression softened, eyes full of things unsaid. "Take care of yourself, Ajax."

Childe hesitated, then reached out, squeezing her hand lightly. "You too, Ma."

Kaeya offered one last glance at the warm, bustling home before following him out.

"Sentimental, are we?" Childe teased.

Kaeya merely smiled. "Just… taking in the view… It's been a while since I've seen something this cozy.”

Childe let out a small huff of laughter at Kaeya’s words, but something about the way the other man lingered made him pause. He tilted his head, watching as Kaeya’s gaze traced the worn wooden floors, the modest decorations, and the way warmth and noise filled every corner of the house.

“Never had a place like this?” Childe mused, voice casual, but the look in his eyes was sharp.

Kaeya smiled the kind that didn’t quite reach his eye. “Oh, I did,” he said, stepping outside with an easy grace. “For the most part, I had everything. A grand home, fine clothes, more food than I could ever eat. Loving parents, too.”

Childe raised an eyebrow, following him out. “That sounds… almost too good to be true.”

Kaeya let out a short chuckle, but there was something hollow in it. “That’s because it was.”

They walked in silence for a moment, boots crunching against the frost-laced ground. Kaeya exhaled through his nose, tilting his head back as he walked, eyes tracing the stars. "Because everything changed… We lost everything, it was gone. Just like that.”

Kaeya’s expression didn’t change as he continued, almost conversational. "My father then brought me to Mondstadt. The city of freedom and peace."

"I told myself it was for my sake that he did it for me. For my safety, my happiness."

He smiled.

A slow, sharp thing.

"But that wasn’t true, was it?" Childe said quietly.

Kaeya turned to him, his expression unreadable. The sea was closer now, the smell of salt and ice filling the air.

"No," he admitted. "It wasn’t."

Childe’s steps slowed. He was no stranger to self-deception—forcing belief into something just to make it easier to swallow. He’d told himself, for years, that he fought so his siblings wouldn’t have to. That everything he did was for their sake.

Kaeya’s lips quirked, a ghost of a smirk, but it didn’t hold its usual charm. “Funny thing about lies,” he said. “Repeat them enough times, and you almost believe them.”

"Sounds like you had it rough," Childe mused, his voice softer now. "No wonder you’re such a pain in the ass."

Kaeya smirked, flicking a bit of snow off his glove. "You say that like you had it easy."

Childe shrugged. "Not easy. Just… normal." His gaze drifted toward the distant lights of his home, the shadowy figures of his siblings still watching from the window. “I had all the usual stuff—chores, getting scolded, sneaking out with my brothers. My old man was strict but fair. My mom worried too much, but she made sure we were fed, and kept us warm in the winters.” His voice dipped slightly. “It was a good life. Nothing special, nothing grand. Just… normal .”

Kaeya didn’t miss the way his fingers curled slightly at his sides.

"And then the Abyss happened," Childe continued, quieter now. "And when I came back, I wasn’t normal anymore."

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Kaeya had heard enough to know that whatever had happened to Childe in that Abyss had shattered something inside him, something that would never quite fit back together. But before that—before the blood and battle—he’d had something real. Something to hold onto.

And despite everything, he still did.

Kaeya let the silence linger for a moment, the wind carrying the distant hum of the harbor. The sea stretched out before them, dark and restless, waves lapping against the wooden docks.

Then, Kaeya let out a low whistle. " Damn ," he drawled. "And here I thought I was the dramatic one."

Childe blinked, then scoffed, shoving Kaeya’s shoulder. "Oh, screw off. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten all sentimental around you."

Kaeya smirked, catching his balance easily. "You walked right into that one."

Childe rolled his eyes, falling into step beside him. "Yeah, yeah. Just get on the damn ship."

The salty breeze of the Liyue harbor greeted them as they stepped off the ship, the distant hum of merchants hawking their wares mixing with the rhythmic clang of bells from the docks. Lanterns swayed gently in the wind, their golden glow reflecting off the still waters.

Kaeya took a slow breath, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted his coat. “Ah, Liyue,” he mused, tilting his head as he glanced around. “A city of wealth, tradition, and some of the best wine outside of Mondstadt. Dare I say, I’m almost excited.”

Childe let out a laugh, adjusting the straps of his gauntlets. “Glad to see you’re in high spirits. Should make this trip much more entertaining.”

Kaeya shot him a sideways glance. “Speaking of which… what exactly are we doing here?”

Childe blinked at him. “You don’t know?”

Kaeya’s smirk was lazy, but his tone was dry. “I’m here to babysit you, anything outside of that is far from my jurisdiction.”

Childe clutched his chest theatrically. “Ouch, comrade. That almost sounded like an insult.”

Kaeya exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “No need to be dramatic. You know how these things go. I wasn’t given details, just told to make sure you don’t set half the city on fire or start an international incident.” He paused, tilting his head in thought. “Though I imagine those might not be mutually exclusive.”

Childe chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned slightly toward Kaeya. “Alright, alright.” He nodded toward the city. “We’re here for business. Official business.”

Kaeya arched a brow. “How official are we talking? The kind that actually involves diplomacy or the kind that ends with the Millelith breathing down our necks?”

Childe gave a nonchalant shrug. “A little of both.”

Kaeya sighed. “Of course it is.”

They began strolling, blending effortlessly among the bustling waterfront bustle. Childe walked with the ease of someone who knew the city well, leading the way through the streets as if he'd done it a hundred times before. Kaeya followed at a leisurely pace, his gaze roaming over the towering buildings.

"Let me guess," Kaeya said, hands tucked behind his back. "Your people want something, but the Qixing isn't handing it over without a fight?"

Childe clicked his tongue. "Close, but not quite. Let’s just say some delicate negotiations are required, and well…" He gestured at himself. "I’m not exactly the delicate type."

Kaeya chuckled. “An astute observation. At least you have some self-awareness.”

Childe smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Which is why you’re here. You talk, I fight. We play to our strengths. This whole thing is about a shipment. A very specific shipment.”

Kaeya arched a brow. “A shipment? Sounds a little beneath the grand reputation of a Harbinger.”

Childe rolled his eyes. “You’d think so, huh? But this isn’t just any cargo. It’s an order of rare materials that the Qixing have been conveniently delaying.”

Kaeya smirked. “Delaying? You mean refusing.”

Childe huffed. “Semantics. Point is, these materials are meant for the Fatui—agreed upon, signed off, but suddenly, there’s ‘unforeseen complications.’” He made air quotes, expression flat. “They’re stalling, and we both know why.”

Kaeya exhaled through his nose. “Because they don’t want to hand over resources that might be used against them later.”

“Bingo.” Childe flicked a coin into the air before catching it, spinning it between his fingers. “Now, if it were up to me, I’d just take it—cut out all the bureaucratic nonsense and be on my way.”

Kaeya let out a low chuckle. “Yes, because stealing from the Qixing always goes over so well.”

Childe grinned. “Right? But apparently, we’re not doing that. We’re playing nice, which is where you come in.”

Kaeya tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eye. “So let me get this straight—you need me to persuade someone to ensure your precious shipment doesn’t mysteriously vanish into bureaucratic limbo?”

“More or less,” Childe confirmed, crossing his arms. “Think you can handle it?”

Kaeya smirked, rolling his shoulders. “Well, I didn’t sail all the way to Liyue just for the scenery. Might as well make myself useful.”

Chapter Text

It had been some time since Kaeya last set foot in Liyue. Back when he was still a knight, trade and diplomacy hadn’t exactly been his concern—though he’d found himself here more than once. Today, Childe had dragged him to Liuli Pavilion to meet the man overseeing their latest shipment.

A dangerous one. Large quantities of god remains, extracted from Liyue’s stone caves. The Fatui were harvesting them—Kaeya doubted the Qixing had any idea those remains were fueling the production of Delusions.

As they approached, a middle-aged man rose from his seat, expression smooth but his gaze snagging on the scar across Kaeya’s eye. He recovered quickly, softening the surprise into polite curiosity.

“Sir Childe,” the man said warmly, offering a hand. “Always a pleasure.” His eyes flicked to Kaeya. “I don’t believe we've met. Jiang Lei. And you are…?”

Kaeya smiled, unbothered. “Kaeya Alberich. Just keeping an eye on our friend.” He glanced toward Childe, who cleared his throat and took a seat as tea was poured.

“Anyway,” Childe said, tone sharpening. “About that shipment?”

Jiang Lei’s smile tightened. He set down his cup with a soft clink. “There’s been a complication.”

Childe’s eyes narrowed. “A complication?”

Jiang Lei’s gaze darkened. “The shipment… was stolen.”

Kaeya’s brow lifted. Childe’s jaw tightened.

“Stolen?” Childe’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Who in their right mind would steal from the Fatui?”

Kaeya leaned back, arms folding across his chest. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Someone either exceedingly bold," he said, "or incredibly desperate. Possibly both."

Jiang Lei’s expression remained steady as he pressed his fingertips together, weighing his words. “From what I’ve seen, the Qixing tightened security on all shipments—officially routine, but…privately, they’re discreetly investigating the theft.” His gaze sharpened. “They wish to keep this quiet. Any hint of instability could affect Liyue’s commerce. Or worse, invite unwanted attention.”

Kaeya set down his cup thoughtfully. "A wise move on their part. If word got out that valuable cargo vanished under their watch, it would create quite the scandal."

"Precisely," Jiang Lei nodded. "Until they recover the shipment, they’ll continue delaying your departure under the pretense of routine inspections and paperwork."

Childe tapped a finger restlessly against the table. "Well, we can’t afford to wait indefinitely. Is there anything we can do to help speed up their search?"

Kaeya offered a faint smile, his gaze sharpening with interest. "Perhaps if you assisted in the retrieval of the goods, I don’t think they’re in the right to decline since it is your shipment.”

Childe leaned back, a smirk spreading slowly across his face. "Very well. We'll handle it from here."

Jiang Lei nodded swiftly, visibly relieved. "Of course, Sir Childe. I'll set it up immediately."

After Jiang Lei left, Kaeya exhaled slowly, running a finger along the rim of his glass. “Do you think they know what they stole?”

Childe’s gaze lingered on the door Jiang Lei had exited through. “No doubt,” he muttered. “We went to a lot of trouble to make sure the extraction and shipment looked innocent—smuggled it in with standard ore exports, buried it under layers of paperwork. Whoever took it knew exactly what to look for.” His fingers tapped restlessly against the table. “Someone around here knows what those remains are capable of.” His lip curled slightly. “And it’s pretty damn ballsy to steal from the Fatui.”

“The question is… what do they plan to do with it?”

Childe chuckled, low and sharp. “I don’t care what their plan is. As long as we get back what’s ours — that’s all that matters.”

Kaeya rose from his seat, the soft scrape of the chair against the polished floor cutting through the quiet hum of the pavilion. His hand lingered briefly on the back of the chair before he turned toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Childe’s gaze sharpened.

Kaeya smiled faintly over his shoulder. “Research. Your face is a little too recognizable around here — Fatui and all. I’ll blend in better.” His eye glinted. “Besides, you might punch someone.”

Childe scoffed. “Hey! I’m not that bad.”

Kaeya’s brow lifted. “A merchant in Fontaine would disagree.”

“That guy deserved it.” Childe crossed his arms. “And I’m very reasonable when I want to be.”

Kaeya’s smile widened. “Ah, but you rarely want to be.” He adjusted his glove, his gaze sweeping toward the bustling street outside. “Anyway, I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

Kaeya’s boots clicked softly against the cobblestones as he slipped into Liyue’s side streets, moving effortlessly with the crowd. His gaze stayed sharp beneath a mask of casual ease. If the Qixing were investigating quietly, it meant they had leads—or suspects.

Passing a merchant stall, his eye flicked over crates of silk and carved jade before settling on two figures nearby. They dressed plainly, but their stiff posture gave them away—trained to remain unnoticed.

Kaeya drifted closer.

“—tightened security on Yilong Wharf,” one murmured. “Captain Beidou says it’s a Qixing matter. No public notice.”

“And the missing cargo?”

“Not in the manifests.” A pause. “But something with a Fatui insignia showed up on the black market yesterday. Might be it.”

Kaeya’s smile sharpened. Interesting. 

Kaeya didn’t linger. He slipped away before the conversation turned, his steps light as he melted back into the crowd. He took a winding route further into the harbor. Until…

“Sir Kaeya?”

He turned slowly, schooling his expression into casual surprise. Approaching swiftly through the crowd was Hertha, unmistakably clad in the formal uniform of the Knights of Favonius. Her eyes widened with relief as she recognized him.

“It is you,” Hertha breathed, her voice unsteady with something between relief and disbelief. “Kaeya, we’ve been looking all over for you.”

She stopped abruptly.

Kaeya knew why.

She’d finally noticed.

No eyepatch. No attempt to cover it. Just a deep, jagged scar stretching across his right eye.

Hertha sucked in a sharp breath, her expression shifting from shock to something he really didn’t want to deal with right now.

His moment of hesitation had already cost him too much.

So he ran.

Kaeya spun on his heel, slipping into the crowd with practiced ease. People gasped as he weaved past them, his movements precise but swift. A flash of blue between the lantern-lit streets—then gone.

“Kaeya—wait!” Hertha’s voice rang behind him, but he didn’t stop.

Childe barely had time to react before an abyssal portal ripped open in the middle of the Northland Bank. Before he could react, Kaeya came barreling through, nearly knocking over a stunned Fatui agent standing nearby.

“Whoah.” Childe blinked. “What the hell?”

Kaeya barely spared him a glance as he straightened, breath slightly uneven. “We need to get out of here.”

Childe arched a brow, pocketing the coin. “Okay, that’s vague. Why?”

Kaeya adjusted his coat. “I ran into an acquaintance.”

Childe’s smirk widened. “Oh? Dangerous?”

“Not really,” Kaeya muttered, already moving. “I just don’t want them to find me .”

Childe narrowed his eyes, not entirely buying it—but before he could question further, Kaeya flicked his wrist, and the portal reappeared with a shimmer of purple light.

“Come on.”

Before Childe could protest, Kaeya grabbed his arm and yanked him through.

The swirling energy engulfed them for a brief, weightless moment—then the world reformed. The scent of salt and damp wood filled the air as they landed on the docks of Yilong Wharf.

Childe stumbled slightly, catching himself with a huff. “You know, most people walk places.”

“This is faster,” Kaeya smirked.

Childe shot him an unimpressed look before glancing around the wharf. “Alright,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mind telling me who exactly we’re hiding from?”

Kaeya leaned casually against a wooden crate, exhaling. “An old co-worker.”

Childe tilted his head. “Sounds like unfinished business.”

Kaeya’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You have no idea.”

“But nevermind that. We have a job to do.”

Childe’s eyes widen in realization. “Right. About that, did you find anything?”

Kaeya started walking closer to Yilong Wharf, Childe following him. “I heard something about the crate being seen at the Black Market somewhere. They’ve also started to tighten security around here.”

“I see.”

Kaeya turned over to him. “So, what’s the plan?”

Childe scanned the docks, lantern light glinting off stacked crates. The hum of quiet commerce underscored a tense stillness.

"First, we confirm where it’s being kept," Childe said lowly. "Then we find out who's stupid enough to steal from us."

Kaeya’s gaze sharpened. "Since you're the expert, I assume you’ve got contacts in the black market."

"Naturally," Childe smirked.

Hertha ran through the harbor, breath ragged and chest burning from exertion. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs, each beat fueled by frustration and disbelief.

She couldn’t believe it. She lost him.

Eyes darting through the crowd, she scanned every shadow, every figure, but Kaeya was nowhere to be seen. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. How could he slip away so easily?

Hertha’s breath hitched as she slowed, hands bracing against her knees. She dragged in a shaky breath, her gaze sweeping over the bustling harbor once more. Still nothing.

Damn it, Kaeya.

Her mind raced, heart sinking with the weight of realization. What was she going to say when she got back? How could she even begin to explain this?

“Sorry, I found him, but he slipped away.”

Yeah. That would go over well.

Chapter Text

Hertha’s heart hammered in her chest as she stepped into the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. She had no idea what she was going to say — or how they would react.

“...tha.”
“...ertha!”
“Hertha!”

Hertha blinked, snapping out of her daze to find Amber watching her with concern.

“Oh, Amber.” She exhaled sharply. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Amber frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… just thinking.” Hertha forced a thin smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I should go report to the Grand Master.” Hertha said, her voice flat as she shuffled toward the door.

Her footsteps echoed against the stone floor as she approached the Grand Master’s office. The quiet corridors felt heavier with each step, the Knights' banners stirring faintly in the draft. Her chest tightened.

She stopped in front of the heavy wooden door, hand hovering to knock — then hesitated. Her breath hitched.

Get it together.

A steady inhale. Trembling fingers stilled. She knocked.

“Come in,” came Varka’s voice.

Hertha pushed the door open. Grand Master Varka sat behind his desk.

“Hertha,” Varka said. “What brings you here?”

Hertha’s mouth felt dry. Her fists curled at her sides. Say it.

“I… need to tell you something.” Her voice was steadier than she expected.

Varka’s gaze sharpened. “Go on.”

Hertha swallowed hard.

“I… I saw Kaeya in Liyue.”

Varka’s eyes sharpened dangerously. His hand lifted from the desk, curling slightly, the creak of his gloves loud in the tense quiet.

"Liyue, you say?" Varka’s voice dropped to a thoughtful murmur.

Hertha swallowed. "Yes, Grand Master. I apologize… but I… I lost track of him."

Varka's gaze sharpened. "I see... How did he seem? Any signs of danger?"

"He looked fine… but different."

"Different?" Varka’s eyes lifted to meet hers. "How?"

"His eyepatch—it’s gone. There’s a scar there now. A pretty big one."

Varka’s brow furrowed. "A scar you say.” Varka’s expression darkened. "I see… Thank you for letting me know, Hertha."

"You may leave. I'll take care of this."

Hertha bowed and swiftly exited the room, leaving Varka alone with his thoughts.

It didn’t take long for the Grand Master’s orders to be carried out.

Knights arrived at the Angel's Share not long after sunset. The tavern was dimly lit, the usual hum of conversation filling the air as Diluc stood behind the counter, polishing a glass. He didn’t bother looking up when the door creaked open — he knew the sound of knights’ boots well enough.

"Master Diluc." One of the knights stepped forward, posture stiff. "The Grand Master has summoned you."

Diluc’s hand stilled against the glass. His crimson eyes sharpened as he glanced toward the knights.

"The Grand Master?"

The knight nodded. "Immediately."

Diluc stepped into the Grand Master’s office, the heavy wooden door closing behind him with a dull thud . The room was dimly lit, evening shadows creeping along the stone walls. Varka sat behind his desk, hands folded, gaze sharp and unwavering.

"Grand Master," Diluc greeted, his voice calm but firm. "You called?"

Varka gestured to the chair opposite him.

"Sit down."

Diluc hesitated for a beat before stepping forward, his boots clicking softly against the stone floor. He lowered himself into the chair, posture straight, hands resting on his knees.

"What’s this about?" His tone was cool but cautious.

Varka’s gaze didn’t waver. "Hertha was sent to Liyue for an inspection. While there, she happened to see Kaeya."

Diluc’s breath hitched. He was on his feet before he realized it. "Kaeya? Where is he now?"

Varka’s tone was even. "Hertha lost track of him."

Diluc’s jaw tightened, but Varka pressed on.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes sharpening. "Hertha reported that Kaeya was in good condition… but different. He’s no longer wearing his eyepatch. There’s a scar in its place."

Diluc’s breath stilled. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

"As far as I know, Kaeya never had a scar like that." Varka’s gaze darkened. "You mentioned the two of you fought the night before you left. I need to know… from you." His voice dropped, steady and heavy. "Are you responsible?"

Diluc’s throat tightened painfully. He forced the words out, barely more than a whisper.

"I… I did that to him."

Varka sighed, his eyes closing for a brief moment as if to brace himself. He had suspected the truth — but hearing it out loud solidified it.

"Very well."

Diluc’s breath faltered. "Grand Master, I— I didn’t mean to."

Varka’s gaze softened — but only slightly. "Intent doesn’t change the outcome," he said, his voice firm yet not unkind. "I’m not the one who saw him — Hertha did. And she was… shaken when she mentioned the scar. I don’t know what it looks like or how bad it is."

His eyes lingered on Diluc, studying the tension in his shoulders, the way his clenched fists trembled slightly at his sides.

"But you…" Varka’s voice dropped lower. "You look incredibly guilty right about now."

Diluc swallowed hard, his voice tight. "I’m sorry, Grand Master."

For a moment, silence weighed heavy between them.

Then Diluc spoke again, more determined this time. "I’ll go find him."

Varka sighed, folding his arms across his chest. He could already see the resolve burning in Diluc’s eyes — that stubbornness he knew well.

"Diluc…" Varka began, but then stopped himself. He knew Kaeya well enough to guess that if he didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be. If Kaeya had left Liyue by now — which seemed likely — Diluc’s search would be fruitless.

Still…

"Just go." Varka finally said, his tone resigned.

The Black Market — surprisingly easy to track down when you’re Fatui. After a few words with Childe’s contacts, they got a name: Wang Hei.

The agents tracked his base to Yilong Wharf — a lucky break for Kaeya. It meant they wouldn’t have to return to the harbor and risk running into more Knights of Favonius. Or worse — Diluc.

Childe laughed, flexing his fingers with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Alright," he grinned. "Let’s show this bastard the consequences of crossing the Fatui."

"Hold your horses now." Kaeya patted Childe on the back, his tone light despite the tension in the air. "No need to wreck anything — let’s try talking first."

Kaeya strode toward the door and knocked. Seconds passed before the sound of multiple locks being unlatched echoed from the other side.

The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged man with sharp, tired eyes and a permanent scowl etched into his face.

"What?" he growled.

Kaeya smiled politely. "Are you Mister Wang Hei?"

Behind him, Childe’s glare could have cut through steel.

"Yeah, that’s me." Wang Hei’s eyes narrowed as he sized them up. Then his gaze drifted to the Fatui symbol on Kaeya’s coat — and his face drained of color.

Wang Hei turned to bolt — but Kaeya was faster.

Abyssal tendrils shot from Kaeya’s hand, snaking around Wang Hei’s limbs and yanking him back. He hit the ground hard, struggling against the dark energy binding him in place.

Kaeya crouched beside him, adjusting his glove. "Alright." He cleared his throat. "Let’s start over."

He stood, stepping past Wang Hei and into the dimly lit room. Childe followed, shutting the door behind them with a quiet click .

Kaeya’s gaze landed on four large crates stacked against the far wall, both marked with unmistakable Fatui insignias.

"Now," Kaeya’s voice sharpened, his smile turning razor-thin. "Are you aware of the things you stole?"

Wang Hei strained against the binds, his breath ragged. "God remains," he grunted. "You— the Fatui were gonna use them for some nasty stuff anyway, so we stole it."

Kaeya’s brow lifted. That was… fast. Suspiciously fast. He leaned forward slightly, gloved fingers resting on his chin.

"Okay…" he drawled. "So what exactly were you planning to use them for?"

Wang Hei’s eyes flicked toward the crates. "I heard what those things can do. We were going to use them for medicine!"

Childe burst out laughing, the sound sharp and cold.

Kaeya’s smile didn’t waver as he pulled a dagger from his coat. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it sailing through the air — the blade pierced the floorboards with a sharp thunk just inches from Wang Hei’s face.

Wang Hei froze, breath hitching.

Kaeya crouched beside him, his smile curling at the edges. "I’ve dealt with plenty of thieves in my life." He tilted his head. "You’re by far the most cooperative."

His hand brushed over the hilt of the dagger.

"Which only means one thing…" Kaeya’s gaze darkened, ice threading through his voice. "You’re the fall guy."

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Wang Hei stammered, his eyes darting wildly around the room.

Kaeya’s smile sharpened. He walked over to the crates, prying one open with a flick of his wrist. From inside, he pulled out a jagged shard and tossed it toward Childe.

Childe caught it mid-air, his gloved fingers closing around it. His eyes darkened as he examined the piece, then his jaw tightened.

"These are fake." His voice was low, dangerous. He turned toward Wang Hei, his expression sharp enough to cut. "Tell us right now who orchestrated this bullshit — or I swear—"

"I swear I don’t—!"

Childe’s glare alone made Wang Hei flinch. His breath quickened, sweat gathering at his temples.

Wang Hei’s wide eyes shifted toward Kaeya. "Are you not gonna stop him?!"

Kaeya chuckled. He leaned back against the crate, arms crossed lazily over his chest.

"That’s my boss." His smile turned razor-thin. "I’m just the babysitter."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Wang Hei shouted.

A sharp hum filled the air as Childe conjured twin hydro blades, their edges gleaming ominously under the dim light. He crouched down until the blades hovered inches from Wang Hei’s face.

"Talk." Childe’s voice dropped into something cold and lethal.

Wang Hei’s breath hitched, his whole body trembling. "I— I— okay, okay! I’ll talk!"

He swallowed hard, words tumbling out in a panicked rush.

"I wasn’t lying when I said they’re trying to use it for medicine. They claimed it’s for treating severe illnesses — things normal medicine can’t fix. But…" Wang Hei licked his dry lips. "The guy you’re looking for — his name’s Chen."

Kaeya’s eyes narrowed. "Where can we find him?"

"His base is somewhere near the Chasm," Wang Hei stammered. "I—I can take you there… just let me go, please!"

Kaeya tapped his fingers against his arm, pretending to consider it.

"Hmm… Letting you go, huh?" He glanced at Childe, who was still gripping his blades tightly. "What do you think, boss? Can we trust our new friend here?"

Childe scoffed, barely sparing Wang Hei a glance. "I say he leads the way — and if he tries anything funny…" He shifted one of his hydro blades dangerously close to Wang Hei’s throat. "Well, let's just say I’m not the forgiving type."

"No tricks," Wang Hei whimpered. "I swear!"

Kaeya’s smile thinned. "Alright then, Chasm it is.”

Without another word, he lifted his hand. The air crackled. A swirling rift of violet and black opened behind him, distorting the very space around it. 

Wang Hei’s eyes widened in terror. “What the-”

“What are you?” His eyes snapped towards Kaeya.

Childe smirked, his hydro blades dissolving in a shimmer of droplets. He stepped forward, clapping Wang Hei on the back hard enough to make him stumble.

"After you,"

Wang Hei stared at the swirling portal as if it might swallow him whole. 

"Move," Childe warned, his fingers twitching — eager to summon his blades again.

With a shaky breath, Wang Hei forced himself forward, stepping into the portal’s cold embrace. Childe and Kaeya following close behind. 

Chapter Text

Diluc stood beneath the sloping roof of a shaded alleyway, the evening glow of Liyue casting amber light along the worn stone streets. His gloved hand tightened around the edge of his cloak as his gaze swept over the bustling crowd.

Another dead end. Another wasted conversation.

He had spent the better part of the day scouring the harbor and beyond, asking merchants, dockworkers, and even passing adventurers.

A tall, tan man with blue hair and mismatched eyes. A description that should have drawn attention.

Most shook their heads. Some gave vague, uninterested shrugs. Then, finally, someone had mentioned it:

"I saw someone like that head toward Luili Pavilion."

It was the first real lead he’d gotten — so, naturally, Diluc had made his way to the Pavilion without hesitation.

The staff had been polite. Too polite. Their answers were smooth, measured, and just evasive enough to avoid suspicion.

"I’m sorry, sir. We can’t say for certain who our guests are."
"Oh yes, someone like that may have passed through… but we can't be sure."

Diluc wasn’t naive. They knew something — they just weren’t saying anything. He knew why.

Kaeya probably asked them to keep their mouths shut. If Kaeya didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be.

Now, standing by the harbor, Diluc’s fists curled tightly at his sides. The cool sea breeze tugged at his hair as the sun slipped lower beneath the horizon.

"Where are you?" he muttered under his breath.

Wang Hei’s breath hitched as he stumbled out of the portal, landing deep within the Chasm’s bowels. His mind raced—how was this kind of power even possible?

“Hey! It’s around here, right?” Childe’s voice echoed behind him.

“Y-yeah. Right here.” Wang Hei nodded, stepping onto a familiar path. “It’s dark, but we’re close.”

“Well, we are in the Chasm. Would’ve been more shocked if it was sunny,” Kaeya muttered, trailing behind Childe. Something about the place felt strangely warm… comforting even, though he couldn’t place why.

“Right… sorry.” Wang Hei gave a nervous laugh.

Kaeya watched him carefully. So far, Wang Hei wasn’t veering off course—it looked like he was actually leading them where he said.

“Mind explaining why your boss is using god remains as medicine?” Kaeya asked suddenly.

“Like I said,” Wang Hei replied, loosening up slightly, “they’re used to treat severe illnesses—stuff normal medicine can’t fix. Chen heard about the method from some herbalist in Chenyu Vale. It’s… effective. But rare. Pricey too.”

“So you stole from the Fatui,” Childe said sharply.

Wang Hei winced. “The boss had been watching that site for a while. When we learned the Fatui took it, he… didn’t take it well.”

They turned a corner, climbing over a rocky ledge. Wang Hei came to a stop and pointed ahead.

“Chen’s inside. That’s where the real stash is.”

“You’re not planning to wait out here, are you?” Kaeya asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh no,” Childe added. “You’re coming with us, pal.”

Wang Hei swallowed hard but stepped forward—there was no point resisting now.

The cave swallowed them in damp darkness, the air thick with lingering elemental residue. Faint glimmers danced along the stone walls, cast by lanterns placed deeper in. Their boots crunched on loose gravel as they moved toward the flickering glow at the far end, revealing crates, bedrolls, and a tall man hunched over a table, carefully transferring glowing fragments into vials.

“Chen?” Wang Hei called out, voice barely above a whisper.

The man’s head snapped up. Recognition flared—then twisted into fury.

“Hei?!” His voice rang out, sharp and livid. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He stood abruptly, knocking over a stool. “You brought people?! Who are they?!”

Kaeya stepped forward, offering a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Evening. Don’t mind us. We’re just here for the stuff.”

Childe didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Fatui property.”

The word struck like a dagger.

“…Fatui?” Chen repeated, voice low and hardening.

Wang Hei instinctively backed away.

Kaeya’s fingers hovered near his sword. “Well, now that introductions are done…”

Childe cracked his knuckles.

The air in the cave grew heavy.

The silence shattered all at once.

Chen moved first, hand darting beneath the table. A flash of metal—gunshot.

Wang Hei cried out and dropped to the ground with a sickening thud, blood pooling fast beneath him.

“Shit!” Childe snapped as Chen bolted, vaulting over the crates and disappearing into a deeper passage. “I’ve got him.”

He took off without hesitation, boots pounding after the retreating figure.

Kaeya crouched beside Wang Hei, eyes scanning quickly. The shot had torn through the side of his abdomen—messy, but not fatal.

“You’re lucky he’s a terrible shot,” Kaeya muttered, already standing.

Wang Hei whimpered, clutching his side, but Kaeya was already moving, scanning the cavern. Crates are empty. The god remains they’re looking for isn’t here.

Kaeya’s jaw tightened.

“Figures,” he muttered, eyes narrowing toward the path Chen had fled down. A narrow gap, steep and twisting—a tunnel into the deeper dark.

Blade drawn, Kaeya moved swiftly. The tunnel narrowed, then opened into a vast cavern laced with faintly glowing crystal. The air thrummed—not just with elemental energy, but something older, deeper.

He slowed, eyes sweeping the chamber.

There.

The space was massive, naturally formed yet charged with tension. Crystallized fragments lined the floor in precise rows, each one glowing faintly, vibrating with restrained power.

Kaeya exhaled. “Found you.”

He stepped forward, raising a gloved hand. With a practiced gesture, a rift shimmered into existence.

Moments later, black-cloaked figures emerged—Fatui agents, silent and sharp-eyed, their hoods shadowing faintly glowing gazes.

“Secure everything,” Kaeya ordered. “Careful with the unstable pieces. In and out.”

The agents moved instantly, ferrying the remains through the portal with methodical precision.

Kaeya didn’t wait. He turned and headed deeper into the tunnel, boots crunching against stone, drawn by the distant sound of movement—shouts, scuffling footsteps, and the unmistakable edge of Childe’s voice echoing ahead.

You think you can get away?!” Childe snarled, hurling electro-charged daggers. His Delusion crackled with wild energy.
“You’ve gone mad—stealing from the Fatui and thinking there wouldn’t be consequences!”

Chen didn’t respond. Instead, he slammed a lever on the wall.

A low rumble rolled beneath their feet. Metal groaned. Ancient gears ground awake.

From the shadows, the grinding screech of ancient gears echoed—and then, four Ruin Graders emerged from their cradles, eyes igniting with a menacing glow.

Childe scoffed, drawing an electro polearm. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Chen turned and bolted.

“Damn it—he’s trying to escape!”

“I’ve got the machines,” Kaeya called from behind him. “Go after him.”

Childe didn’t hesitate. He sprinted after Chen, his footsteps fading into the deeper tunnel.

Kaeya turned to face the approaching giants.

“STAND DOWN!” he barked—in crisp flawless Khaenri’ahn.

The automatons faltered.

For a second, they froze. Then, with a mechanical shudder, all four turned their heads—and kept moving.

Kaeya’s eyes narrowed. “Perfect,” he muttered. “Of course the override's busted. Why wouldn’t it be?”

The ground shook as the nearest Grader fired a concussive pulse—Kaeya dove to the side, rolling across the stone floor as debris exploded behind him. He came up fast, sliding across loose gravel, momentum carrying him beneath the towering legs of another.

The closest Grader charged. Kaeya dodged right, barely avoiding a crushing footfall that split the stone. He darted forward, slashing a joint behind the knee with practiced precision. Sparks flew, gears groaned—but the machine barely staggered.

The other three advanced, their heavy steps making the ground quake. A ceiling crack spidered overhead.

Kaeya moved. Quick, precise, brutal. He knew every weakness—pressure points in the joints, blind zones in the targeting system. He rolled beneath a sweeping limb and vaulted onto one’s back, jamming his blade into a vented panel.

A shock pulsed through the frame, abyssal in nature. The Grader shuddered violently and collapsed with a thud that rattled the cavern.

But the impact triggered another tremor.

Stone cracked. A support beam gave out.

Kaeya leapt clear as rubble rained down beside him.

One down. Three to go. And the ceiling wouldn’t hold much longer.

“Perfect,” Kaeya muttered, eyes sharp and breathing steady. “Let’s make this quick.”

Kaeya moved like a shadow through steel and stone, every strike precise and deliberate. He brought down the second Ruin Grader with rapid blows to its joints, riding its collapse as it slammed into the ground.

The third lunged.

Kaeya vaulted over it, twisting midair. His blade, pulsing with Abyssal energy, drove into the cranial core. The surge ruptured its systems—heat and pressure blasting outward as it crumpled.

The last charged.

Kaeya sidestepped cleanly, jammed a dagger between its plates, and triggered a pulse. The machine convulsed, then dropped, its fall echoing through the cavern.

Silence.

But only for a moment.

A deep, bone-shaking crack split the air. The ceiling groaned. Chunks of stone began to fall, dust clouding the air like smoke.

Kaeya’s eyes snapped toward the corridor Childe had vanished into. No hesitation—he slashed open a portal and stepped through.

On the other side, Childe was locked in a brutal melee with Chen, now cornered at a dead end. Sparks flew as steel clashed with steel. Chen’s Vision flared, but he was flagging.

“You’re not walking out of here,” Childe snarled, pressing him back with a surge of Electro.

“Neither are you,” Chen spat, bloodied and staggering as the cavern trembled around them.

A fissure cracked through the ceiling above.

“Childe!” Kaeya barked, stepping through the rift.

Childe turned—just in time to see Kaeya charging toward him.

He looked back at Chen, blade poised at his chest.

“No time!” Kaeya snapped. He grabbed Childe by the collar and hauled him back.

“Wait—!”

Kaeya didn’t.

The tunnel roared as it collapsed behind them. He opened a second portal mid-motion and flung them both through.

Light swallowed them—and then they tumbled out together, hitting solid ground with a thud just as the tunnel collapsed behind them, swallowing Chen beneath tons of rubble.

Childe rolled to his feet, panting, dust-covered, and bruised. Kaeya rose more slowly, shaking grit from his gloves.

“You owe me,” he said, deadpan.

Around them, Fatui agents were packing the last of the recovered cargo. Behind them, the portal flickered once and then vanished.

Chapter Text

Mondstadt, the city of wind and freedom, has long been known for its peace. But that tranquility shattered when one of the sacred Four Winds, the Wind Dragon Dvalin—now called Stormterror—turned against the city.

 In response, the Fatui arrived under the pretense of offering aid. But the Knights of Favonius remain wary, especially with the involvement of not one, but two Fatui Harbingers: La Signora, the 8th, and Bringhella, the 10th.

Jean, now acting Grand Master, found their involvement unsettling. Two Harbingers linked to Mondstadt’s crisis was no coincidence. La Signora was clear—Bringhella wasn’t in Mondstadt personally. Only his agents were, allegedly investigating the increasing Abyss Order activities in the city. But that excuse barely eased Jean’s concerns.

What’s more concerning is that even Diluc has never heard of this Bringhella. According to him, the 10th Harbinger seat was vacant. He conducted his own investigation, only to return with nothing. To Jean’s surprise, Bringhella’s agents have been unexpectedly cordial and cooperative, even offering useful intel. But she knows better than to lower her guard.

Then, another variable emerged—an outlander and his floating companion arrived in Mondstadt, aiding in repelling another Stormterror attack. Though the traveler is searching for his sister, he offers his help to the city in the meantime.

Then… there’s Venti. The drunkard bard who frequents the Angel’s Share. Coerced the Traveler into stealing the Holy Lyre Der Himmel. A feat worthy of imprisonment, however, Venti claimed that music from the Lyre could quell and soothe Stormterror’s anger.

Just in time, as they were about to talk about their next course of action, a knock came, and the tavern door opened. A Fatui agent steps inside.

“Acting Grand Master.” It spoke.

Diluc narrowed his eyes. The Traveler shifted in his seat.

“We’ve uncovered new information regarding Stormterror,” The agent announced, unbothered by the tension.

That earned Jean’s attention immediately. “Go on,” she urged, eyes sharp.

“The dragon was corrupted by the Abyss Order shortly after it awakened. Their interference is the cause of its rampage.”

Diluc’s gaze darkened. “The Abyss Order,” he repeated, voice heavy with contempt. “To what end?”

“We suspect it’s part of a larger scheme,” the agent said. “Though the specifics remain unclear, we are investigating further.”

Diluc didn’t hide his skepticism. “And we’re supposed to believe the Fatui are here out of the kindness of their hearts?”

The agent didn’t flinch. “We’re here to aid Mondstadt in a time of crisis are we not? Surely, you can even see the benefit of this cooperation.”

“Indeed,” Jean said coolly, crossing her arms. “However, I distinctly remember one of your colleagues suggesting the solution was simply to kill Stormterror.”

“Ah, yes,” the agent replied smoothly. “That would be Lady Signora’s subordinates. My team serves under Lord Bringhella—we follow a very different directive.”

The Traveler glanced at Venti, who remained unusually quiet.

“There’s more,” the agent added, tone steady. “Lord Bringhella has proposed a solution. A way to save the dragon… without killing it. He believes the corruption can be purged.”

Venti’s expression sobered, his usual smirk absent. “If that’s true… then what do we do?”

The agent stepped forward, pulling folded photographs from his coat and spreading them on the tavern table. Grainy images of Stormterror mid-flight came into view. Glowing crystalline growths protruded from the dragon’s back, throbbing with a sickly purple light.

“Those crystals,” the agent said, tapping one with a gloved finger, “are the source of the corruption. Abyssal energy rooted into his very flesh. Either they need to be destroyed entirely, or purified directly—if someone can get close enough.”

Diluc studied the photos in silence, jaw tight. It made sense. Venti leaned in, eyes scanning the images with growing intensity.

“I can get close,” Venti said, his tone unusually solemn. “The Lyre might be enough to calm him—just long enough to give us a chance.”

Diluc didn’t look up. “And then what? Hope he stays still while we carve crystals out of his spine?”

“The Traveler can purify them,” Paimon piped up. “Those can’t be too different from the teardrop crystals, right?” The Traveler gave a firm nod.

Jean stepped forward. “Then I’ll join Master Diluc in handling any threats that will appear. We’ll keep them off your backs.”

She turned to the agent, expression composed but voice softer. “Thank you.”

The agent dipped his head slightly. “Lord Bringhella once called Mondstadt home. He knows the stories of the Four Winds, I suppose this matter is personal to him.”

Shortly after the agent left Diluc muttered under his breath. “So Bringhella’s from here.”

“What was that about?” Paimon asked once the Fatui agent was out of earshot.

Jean let out a soft sigh. “That was Artem. He oversees all of Bringhella’s operatives. He’s reasonable—for a Fatui.”

“Bringhella…” the Traveler echoed.

“The Tenth Harbinger,” Diluc said with a frown. “Newest one. He’s stationed men in Mondstadt to investigate the Abyss Order.”

“The Abyss Order… Aren’t they your enemies?” Paimon blinked.

“They’re everyone’s enemies,” Diluc replied flatly. “Even the Fatui don’t want to deal with them. Most of what we know about the Abyss is vague at best—but Bringhella has gone out of his way to send his men here, he likely knows something the rest of us don’t.”

“That can wait,” Jean said. “Right now, Stormterror is our priority.”

“Where do we even summon him?” Paimon asked. “We can’t do it in the city, right?”

Venti chuckled. “Of course not. We need to keep him far from civilians. Starsnatch Cliff is ideal—high altitude, strong winds, and close to the sea.”

“Very well. Starsnatch Cliff, it is. See you there everyone.” Paimon bid both Venti and Jean goodbye as they walk out of the tavern.

Aether sighed, the planning went faster than he had expected it to be. The info that the Fatui gave them helped a lot. There shouldn’t be any distractions with Diluc and Jean with them.

His eyes wandered around and saw the two visions hanging on Diluc’s waist; one Pyro, one Cryo. It’s one of the first things that he noticed when he first met him.

He wasn’t exactly well-versed in Visions—Lisa had told him they were some sort of relics that channeled elemental power—but he’d never seen someone with two.

“Uh… Master Diluc,” Aether began. “I didn’t mean to pry, but I’m just wondering, why do you have two Visions?”

“Oh, Paimon noticed that too!” she chimed in. “Most people only have one.”

Diluc didn’t answer right away. His eyes widened slightly, the question clearly hitting a nerve.

“It’s… Kaeya’s,” he said at last. “My brother’s.”

“Your brother,” Aether echoed softly, slowly understanding.

“He’s gone,” Diluc continued. “I don’t know where he is. But his Vision still glows, so I know he’s still alive.”

He unclipped the Cryo Vision from beneath the Pyro one and set it on the table.

“Don’t you want to find him?” Aether asked before he could stop himself.

“It’s complicated,” Diluc replied. “I don’t think he wants to see me. If I were him, I wouldn’t either.”

He gave a bitter chuckle. “You’re out here chasing your sibling, right? Me? I think mine is better off without me.”

Aether glanced at the Cryo Vision on the table. It still shimmered faintly, pulsing with that cold blue glow.

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” he said quietly.

Diluc didn’t look up. “Maybe not. But I gave him every reason to.”

“But you still carry his Vision,” Aether noted. “That has to mean something.”

“I keep it because someone has to,” Diluc said, voice low. “It also gives me peace of mind to know he hasn’t died yet.

He looked up, finally meeting Aether’s eyes. “You’re lucky, you know. You still have hope. Don’t waste it. Once you find your sister, whatever it is that kept you two apart, just… talk it out. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

Aether nodded slowly. “Then maybe it’s not too late for you either.”

Diluc looked at the vision one more time and clipped it back on again. “I don’t know about that,” he muttered to himself.

The next day, the group gathered atop Starsnatch Cliff.

“Everyone is finally here,” Diluc said, arms folded as his gaze swept the horizon.

“Oh, What a view!” Paimon exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder.

“Lovely for a fated reunion, isn't it?” Venti grinned, already cradling the Holy Lyre. “Now, I, the best wandering bard of the mortal world, shall begin my performance with the Holy Lyre.”

Diluc, Jean, Aether, and Paimon stepped back, giving Venti room. As the first gentle notes of the lyre echoed through the wind-kissed cliffs, the skies stirred. With a mighty beat of wings, Dvalin descended, his presence immense and haunting.

“You have come…” Dvalin rumbled, his voice laced with pain. “What has been done cannot be undone…”

Venti stepped forward, his expression softening. “If so, then why do I see sadness in your eyes? Sadness that speaks of your yearning for this song…”

Dvalin’s growl deepened, but he edged closer, finally landing at the cliff’s edge—just as a shot rang out.

A hidden Cryo Abyss Mage toppled over behind Dvalin, struck from afar.

“What the—?!” Paimon spun around.

Emerging from the treeline below, a squad of Fatui operatives began closing in.

“The Fatui,” Diluc muttered darkly, his claymore flashing into his hand.

A commanding voice rang out: “Barbatos! Focus on the dragon!”

The man from the previous night stood among the Fatui, weapon in hand. Venti froze—but only for a second. Whoever he was, his knowledge of his true identity didn’t matter now.

“Traveler, with me!” Venti called.

The Cryo Abyss Mage hissed from the ground, trying to rise. “Don’t listen! He left you to rot—he’s only trying to dec—”

A crack of energy silenced him. A Fatui Agent grabbed him by the head, Electro energy crackling from his glove.

“This power…” the Abyss Mage gasped.

“Zip it,” the agent snapped, slamming him down.

“Sir Ragnar!” another Fatui called out. “We’ve got more incoming!”

From the forest edge, monsters began swarming toward them.

“Hold the perimeter,” Ragnar ordered. “Keep them away from the dragon at all costs.”

“Roger!”

Jean summoned her sword, stepping forward beside Diluc. “Thank you for your timely support, Sir Ragnar.”

“I had a feeling they wouldn’t play fair,” he replied, sealing the Abyss Mage inside a crackling sphere of Electro.

“We’ll handle it from here,” Diluc muttered.

“Here I thought our aid was well appreciated,” Ragnar smirked.

"Dvalin…” Venti’s voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “I know your pain. I’ve heard it in every gust and gale. Let me help you... this time, without interruption.”

The dragon’s wings flinched, his claws dug into the stone—but he didn’t move. He let out a low, guttural growl. 

“Traveler,” he said, turning with quiet resolve. “I’m counting on you.”

The Traveler nodded in silent understanding and stepped forward. Their palm extended, glowing with elemental light, and as they reached the base of the great spike protruding from the dragon’s back. Slowly, steadily, the Traveler began to draw the corruption out. The dark energy pulled away like poison from a wound. 

The spike began to pale—its inky sheen fading. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. Then, with a sound like a cracking stone, it disintegrated into fine ash, blown away by the wind.

Venti stepped closer, eyes gentle. “It’ll all be over soon, my friend,” he whispered. “Just one more.”

Chapter Text

The battle raged on. Even with the Fatui fighting alongside them—for once—the waves of monsters showed no sign of stopping. For every foe struck down, two more emerged from the shadows.

“They’re trying to exhaust us,” Diluc said, cleaving through another beast with a fiery arc.

“I can see that,” Ragnar muttered, his eyes flicking toward the cliff’s edge where Venti and the Traveler remained with Dvalin, still focused on purging the corruption. “Barbatos! Traveler! How much longer?!”

“Just a little more, hang on!” Paimon called back, hovering anxiously over the dragon’s head.

Ragnar stretched out his arm, voice low as he muttered an incantation. The earth beneath their feet pulsed with light, forming a glowing emblem beneath the fighting Fatui. Power surged through the circle, washing over the soldiers—refreshing them, sharpening their focus and speed.

“This will do for now.” 

Moments later, a roar echoed across the sky

Dvalin shot upward, his wings slicing the air. Winds gathered at his command, forming a powerful vortex that tore through the remaining monsters. With one final burst of air, the field was cleared. Silence fell as the dragon circled once, then descended gracefully to Venti and the Traveler’s side.

“Phew! Glad that’s over!” Paimon cheered, floating down beside them.

“We couldn’t have done it without you, Honorary Knight,” Jean said gratefully. She turned to Ragnar. “And thank you as well, Sir Ragnar. Your assistance was invaluable.”

“Think nothing of it,” Ragnar replied with a small smile. “If you’d prefer to keep things quiet, we can pretend we were never here.” He chuckled lightly.

Jean gave a faint, appreciative smile. “Please extend my thanks to Bringhella as well.”

“Of course.” Ragnar gave a polite nod. “Now, I won’t spoil this reunion any longer. We’ll take our leave—I still have a few matters to attend to.” His gaze flicked toward the Abyss Mage, now restrained and being hauled away by his subordinates. “I’ll drop by the headquarters and report any useful intel.”

Jean nodded. “Safe travels, Sir Ragnar.”

As the Fatui forces withdrew, Paimon floated closer. “He seems… nice? For a Fatui, I mean.”

“Which makes it suspicious,” Diluc muttered under his breath, his eyes never leaving Ragnar’s retreating form.

The Abyss Mage groaned, his consciousness slowly returning. The air was damp and still, the room dimly lit by flickering crystal lamps embedded in stone. He tried to move, but his limbs were bound in a containment sigil that pulsed with Electro.

All he could recall was the battle, the sound of gunfire, and that power—the unmistakable energy of a higher Abyssal being.

“You...” the mage rasped, glaring through the dim light. “You’re that human…”

A calm voice responded. “Awake already? Good. Saves us both some time.”

The mage bared his teeth. “I have nothing to say to you . ”

“Oh?” The man stepped closer, shadows stretching unnaturally around him. “Would you prefer I speak in our tongue instead?” He asked in flawless Khaenri’ahn.

Before the Abyss Mage could respond, the man’s body shimmered. Dark energy spiraled around him, and his form shifted.

A Lector now stood in his place.

“Allow me to reintroduce myself,” the Lector said with an eerie calm. “I am Ragnar Skeldar. Loyal attendant to the Alberich Clan.”

The Abyss Mage froze, dread blooming in his core. “Alberich... What—what are you doing here?”

“Following orders,” Ragnar replied, his voice once again calm as he reverted to his human appearance. He adjusted the collar of his Fatui uniform, brushing off a speck of ash as though nothing unusual had occurred. “The Abyss Order has been stirring up trouble lately. I’m simply here to investigate your goals, your leaders… your intentions. Nothing more.”

He leaned closer, voice colder now. “So start talking—before my patience runs out.”

The Abyss Mage hissed through fractured breath. “ You ... Why are you with them ?”

Ragnar’s expression didn’t change. His eyes, cold and unreadable, met the mage’s gaze without a flicker of empathy.

“I’m the one asking the questions here.” He took a slow step forward, his boots echoing across the stone floor.

“I don’t owe you explanations. What you should be worried about is how long I’ll tolerate your silence.”

“You’re a traitor,” the mage spat, struggling weakly against its restraints. “How dare you side with them after everything they—”

“Oh…” Ragnar tilted his head, as if amused. “So that’s what this is. Revenge. ”

The mage snarled, eyes glowing with bitterness. “Don’t act like our rage isn’t justified.”

“It is,” Ragnar said, with a faint nod. “What they did... what we lost… can’t be erased. But misdirected vengeance? Harming civilians? Destroying cities? Twisting the will of ancient beings? That’s not justice.”

The Abyss Mage snarled, but Ragnar kept going.

“You think turning Mondstadt or Liyue into another ruin will heal anything?” he said coldly. “It makes you no different than those who wronged you.”

Silence pulsed in the room like a heartbeat.

“You’ve spoken enough,” the Abyss Mage rasped, its voice thick with bitterness. “If you’re truly with the Alberich Clan… then prove it. Tell me… tell me which one you serve… and I’ll speak.”

Ragnar’s stance didn’t shift. His eyes, however, narrowed—calculating.

“You first.”

The mage let out a strained, shuddering breath. Its resistance flickered. “The orders… they came from The Princess ,” it said at last, almost reverently.

For the briefest moment, Ragnar’s composure cracked—his eyes widened and with a sigh he folded his arms behind his back.

“I see,” he murmured. “Very well.”

Straightening his coat, he walked slowly around the mage.

“I serve the Young Master… Kaeya Alberich,” Ragnar said. “Grandson of Sir Anfortas Alberich—and the one who holds the title of Bringhella, Tenth of the Fatui Harbingers.”

The next day dawned peacefully over Mondstadt. The sky was clear, the streets were filled with laughter once more, and for the first time in days, the city exhaled.

All was calm… until—

“There you are! Hey! ”

Paimon’s voice cut through the square like a thrown pebble on still water.

Ragnar turned, hands behind his back, expression as unreadable as ever—until he spotted the familiar duo.

“Ah. Honorary Knight. Paimon.” He gave a calm smile. “Good to see you two again.”

“Don’t ‘good to see you’ us!” Paimon floated up to his eye level, arms crossed and cheeks puffed with frustration. “Why didn’t you say anything about that Signora lady going after Venti’s Gnosis? And here Paimon thought you were one of the nice Fatui!”

“You know what?” she huffed. “You deserve an ugly nickname now!”

Ragnar raised an eyebrow, faint amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I suppose I had that coming.”

“You were with us when we dealt with Dvalin,” Aether added, eyes narrowed. “You knew Venti would be returning the Lyre at the Cathedral. You must’ve told her.”

“How clever of you,” Ragnar replied, folding his arms behind his back. “Yes, it’s true. I informed Lady Signora of the situation. It was part of the agreement between Lady Signora and Lord Bringhella.”

“ Agreement? ” Paimon repeated, suspicious.

Ragnar gave a slow nod. “Two Harbingers rarely operate in the same region. Their missions—though under the same banner—are often at odds in practice. Lady Signora and Lord Bringhella had separate objectives here. His presence in Mondstadt is personal; hers was tied to the acquisition of the Anemo Archon’s Gnosis.”

He folded his arms. “Lord Bringhella believed negotiation might have been possible. Signora… disagreed. She made it clear she would handle it on her terms and instructed him not to interfere. Judging by her methods, it’s safe to say she holds some grudge against him.”

“Grudge, huh…” Paimon muttered, crossing her arms. “Still, you could’ve said something! You totally let her just waltz in and kick Venti to the ground!”

“I do apologize for not being fully transparent,” Ragnar said with a faint bow. “As a gesture of goodwill, allow me to offer something of value—intel I’ve gathered on the Abyss Order.”

That caught Aether’s attention. He straightened.

“The situation is this,” Ragnar continued. “The Abyss Order... they are united under a single leader. The one who orchestrated the plan to corrupt Dvalin, to turn him into a weapon of war.”

“They call her The Princess .”

Paimon floated in stunned silence. “The Princess...?”

“You’d do well to be cautious moving forward. The Abyss Order is big trouble.”

Aether’s jaw tightened. Paimon gave Ragnar a long, suspicious look.

“Hmph. I guess you’re not entirely useless,” she muttered, puffing out her cheeks. “But don’t think you’re off the hook! Paimon’s watching you, Mr. Sneaky Backstabber. ”

Ragnar let out a quiet chuckle. “I would expect nothing less.”

Chapter Text

The heavy doors of the Grand Master’s office creaked open, and in stepped Ragnar, his dark coat trailing behind him. The sound of his boots echoed lightly off the marble floor as he approached Jean’s desk.

Jean looked up from her towering stack of paperwork, a pen paused between her fingers. “Sir Ragnar,” she said, clearing her throat. “To what do I owe the visit?”

“News, mainly,” Ragnar replied with a faint chuckle, setting a manila folder onto her desk with a soft thud.

Jean raised a brow. “Should I brace myself?”

Ragnar chuckled. “Well, good news from my perspective. Whether it’s good for your side… remains to be seen.”

Jean glanced down at the folder, then back at him. “I’m listening.”

“Lady Signora and her agents will be leaving Mondstadt effective immediately,” he stated. “As of now, Lord Bringhella will be assuming full control over the Fatui presence here. And… there’s a chance more of us might be arriving soon.”

Jean frowned slightly. “More Fatui? For what purpose?”

“For reinforcement,” Ragnar clarified. “Primarily to support ongoing efforts against the Abyss Order. That is, in truth, the sole reason Lord Bringhella is invested in Mondstadt to begin with.”

“More Fatui agents operating in our city under the guise of countering the Abyss Order?” Jean leaned back slightly, her tone measured but clearly wary. “You understand how difficult that is to accept at face value.”

Ragnar nodded, unsurprised. “He does. He’s not asking for trust—only cooperation. In certain matters. Optional, of course.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And why, exactly, is Lord Bringhella so concerned with the Abyss Order that he’s willing to cooperate with us?”

There was a pause—just a moment of silence too long for comfort.

“It’s personal,” Ragnar said simply. “That’s all I can tell you.”

Jean tapped her fingers gently on the folder. “I’ll review this in detail. But you must understand... your presence, and that of your Harbinger, is still a source of unrest for the people here.”

“I do,” Ragnar said with a nod. “And if it eases your mind at all, Lord Bringhella has no interest in public appearances. He’s here to observe, to counter the Abyss that is all.”

Jean studied him, searching for something beneath the flat tone. But as always, Ragnar’s expression was unreadable.

“Very well,” she said at last, setting the folder aside. “But understand that any step taken by the Fatui within Mondstadt’s borders will be watched. Closely.”

“I’d expect no less from the Acting Grand Master,” Ragnar replied, turning toward the door.

Snezhnaya

The soft hum of a melody drifted through the chamber, weaving itself into the crackle of firewood burning in the hearth. Columbina sat with her back slightly reclined against a velvet couch, her eyes closed, her voice lilting in the tune of a lullaby.

The heavy door opened with the quiet scrape of metal hinges. A Fatui agent stepped inside, head bowed, boots muffled by the thick carpet. He carried a letter sealed in red wax.

“From Lady Signora,” the agent announced, crossing the room with practiced precision.

At the mention of her name, Columbina’s song faltered, the last note trailing into silence. Her lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes never opened.

“Oh?” Kaeya spoke from the opposite chair, where he lounged with an open book resting on his knee. He accepted the letter with a flick of his wrist, dismissing the agent with little more than a nod.

Columbina tilted her head toward the sound of paper being torn. “Rosalyne,” she murmured.

Kaeya unfolded the parchment, scanning the elegant script. Columbina leaned forward slightly, settling herself on the armrest of his chair to peer over his shoulder, though her eyes remained closed.

10th

As you may already know, I have taken the Gnosis of the Anemo Archon.
Our cooperation is not half bad, I must say. And so, as per the agreement, Mondstadt is all yours.
I am traveling to Liyue now. If what Her Majesty has said is true, claiming the Gnosis of Rex Lapis should not prove difficult.

Tell your uncle I will return with both.

-8th

Columbina gave a soft laugh, barely above a whisper. “She’s quite fast.”

“Well,” Kaeya drawled, turning a page of his book with the same hand that held the letter, “Barbatos is perhaps the one Archon you can negotiate yourself into handing over a Gnosis. I told her this so our job would go by a lot faster, but Signora… has other methods. She has grudges, perhaps.”

Columbina nodded slowly. “The collection of the seven Gnoses,” she said quietly, “This is what Her Majesty wants, is it not?”

Kaeya leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingered on the fire, his eyes reflecting the shifting orange glow.

“I asked Pierro once,” he said, voice even. “What she intends to do with them all. He said the reason was personal… though he believes it would go beyond that.”

The room is filled with Columbina’s faint, absentminded humming once more, softer now. Kaeya let the letter rest on the table beside him, its crimson seal catching the light.

He balanced the closed book against his knee, rolling the stem of his wineglass between his fingers as the firelight flickered across his face. 

“You know,” he said lightly, “I may stop by Fontaine soon. Pay our dear Arlecchino a visit. See how she’s faring.”

Columbina’s hum cut off mid-note, her head tilting just slightly in his direction. Though her eyes stayed closed, the sudden brightness in her tone betrayed her interest.

“Arlecchino?” she asked, voice almost too soft, like a child leaning toward the sound of a secret. “Can I come?”

Kaeya’s laugh slipped out smooth, low, almost teasing. “You?” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on the arm of his chair, studying her. “What business would Columbina, the Damselette, have in Fontaine? Other than indulging herself in Arlecchino’s company, of course.”

Columbina folded her hands together, her smile widening just enough to show she wasn’t denying it. “She’s… fun,” she said.

Kaeya raised a brow. “‘Fun isn’t the first word most would choose for her.” He swirled the glass idly, letting the red catch the firelight. “Terrifying, maybe. Efficient. Dangerous. But fun?”

“Mm.” Columbina’s head swayed faintly side to side, the rhythm of her unspoken song.

Kaeya chuckled again, setting his glass down on the table beside the discarded letter. “And here I thought I was the one with questionable taste in company.”

Columbina leaned a little closer, as if her closed eyes could still pierce through his composure. “So… can I come?"

Kaeya nodded. “Sure. The more the merrier.”

Columbina’s smile returned in full, soft but unmistakably pleased. She resumed her humming, the melody shifting into something playful now.

Chapter Text

The sound of the harbor was a constant rhythm — ropes creaking, seagulls calling, the crash of waves against thick ice that never quite melted. Kaeya stood on the stone platform overlooking the docks, his coat pulled close against the wind. A handful of Fatui agents moved below him, inspecting crates and manifests, their breath misting in the cold air.

Kaeya only half-listened, his gaze drifting toward the pier. He watched the slow choreography of laborers and sailors: boots thudding on frozen planks, ropes groaning under the strain of cargo, the distant bark of orders swallowed by the sea wind. It was all perfectly routine — until something, a flicker of movement, drew his attention.

At the far edge of the docks, near one of the outbound ships, a small figure darted between stacks of cargo — quick, unassuming, far too small to be one of the crew. Kaeya narrowed his eyes, the corners crinkling slightly as he focused. The boy turned just enough for the light to catch his face.

Tuecer.

Kaeya’s brow furrowed, though amusement tugged faintly at the edge of his mouth. “Well, now,” he murmured to himself. “That’s unexpected.”

The officer beside him paused mid-sentence. “My lord?”

Kaeya lifted a gloved hand, pointing toward the ship just as it began to drift from the dock, sails catching the wind. “That vessel. Where is it headed?”

The officer followed his gesture, flipping through a manifest sheet before replying promptly. “To Liyue, my lord. A merchant charter under Fatui escort.”

Kaeya’s eyes lingered on the receding silhouette of the ship, his expression unreadable — part curiosity, part calculation.

“Liyue, hmm?” he said softly, letting the word roll off his tongue as the faintest smile ghosted his lips. “Seems our little stowaway has some plans.”

He adjusted his gloves, the faint creak of leather audible over the wind, then turned from the railing. “Prepare a message for Tartaglia,” he said evenly. “Inform him… that he may soon have company.”

The officer blinked, uncertain whether he’d heard correctly. But Kaeya was already walking away, boots striking a steady rhythm against the frozen stone, his coat trailing like a shadow in the pale light.

The harbor’s sounds swallowed him — waves, ropes, gulls — and somewhere far ahead, the ship carrying Tuecer vanished into the white horizon.

Northland Bank

“My brother, I found you!”

The shout cut through the steady murmur of the Northland Bank’s hall. Childe froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening as a small figure darted between the marble columns.

“I know that voice…” he murmured, turning.

Teucer rushed toward him, arms outstretched, his face lit with pure joy.

“Teucer! My goodness!” Childe crouched just in time to catch the boy as he collided into him. He laughed, breathless and incredulous all at once. “Hah… what a surprise! I thought I’d have to wait until I returned home to see you again. But—wait—what are you doing here in Liyue? How have I not—”

He paused, realization dawning as he remembered Kaeya’s last letter — a short, almost offhand line about a “visitor” arriving soon. He’d assumed it meant Kaeya himself. Not this.

“Right,” he muttered, half to himself. “He did say someone was coming.”

Teucer fidgeted with his fingers as he explained. “Well, what happened was… I saw a boat that looked like it was selling toys, so obviously I thought you were on board! And then when I got off, I just kept walking and walking, and then I found a Mr. Cyclops! Mr. Cyclops scared off a bad guy, and then I found this nice guy to help me come look for you!”

“Teucer is Childe’s brother!?” Aether blinked.

“Cool! Suddenly, Paimon doesn’t feel so bad about taking Teucer’s money!” Paimon said, crossing her arms.

Childe exhaled, shaking his head with a helpless smile. “Teucer, what you did was extremely dangerous. I’m so happy to see you, really I am—but promise me you won’t ever do anything like this again, alright?”

“Okay, I promise! Please don’t be mad at me…”

“I’m not mad,” Childe said softly. “I just care about your safety. If you hadn’t met these nice people, things could’ve gone very wrong. I hope you remembered to say a big thank-you?”

“Yep! I always remember my pleases and thank-yous!” Teucer replied proudly.

“Oh, so you did notice us,” Paimon muttered. “You were just ignoring us.”

Childe gave a sheepish laugh. “Hahaha, forgive me. It’s always family first where I’m from. Don’t take it personally.” His tone softened as he turned to Aether and Paimon. “We’ve had our differences, but I owe you for taking care of my little brother. His safety means everything to me.”

“Concern for your family’s well-being—that I can understand,” Aether said.

Before Childe could respond, a sharp, crystalline sound split the quiet. None of the Fatui staff even flinched; they simply stepped aside as a rift of purple light tore open near the center of the room.

“Well, well, well…” came a familiar voice, smooth and amused. “Looks like our little stowaway made it to Liyue after all.”

Childe straightened immediately, his grin returning. “So you did mean him.”

“Mr. Kaeya!” Teucer shouted, eyes lighting up.

Kaeya stepped through the portal with practiced ease, coat sweeping behind him as frost dissipated around his boots. He flashed a grin. “Saw this little man sneaking aboard one of the ships. Thought I’d give you a heads-up—and, well, check if he made it here in one piece.”

Teucer’s mouth dropped open. “You saw me?!”

“Every step,” Kaeya said lightly, though his smile hinted at something more knowing.

His gaze shifted, settling on the other pair in the room. “Ah, and if it isn’t the famous Traveler… and Paimon.”

“You… know us?” Aether asked warily.

Kaeya inclined his head slightly, that practiced charm never faltering. “Why, of course. My subordinates speak highly of you both. Allow me to introduce myself properly.” He straightened, his tone smoothing into something formal. “I am Bringhella — Tenth of the Fatui Harbingers.”

Childe laughed a little too quickly. “Hahaha… right. Uh, Kaeya—mind if we talk in private?”

Before anyone could reply, he grabbed Kaeya by the arm and motioned for Aether and Paimon to follow him toward the far corner of the hall. When they were out of Teucer’s earshot, Childe lowered his voice.

“What’s all that about?” Kaeya asked, brow raised in mild amusement.

“Can you not talk about Fatui business in front of my brother?” Childe whisper-yelled, eyes darting toward Teucer, who was now curiously poking at a decorative vase.

Kaeya tilted his head. “What?”

Paimon crossed her arms. “Teucer said something about you being a toy seller. What’s that all about? Aren’t you supposed to be a Harbinger?”

Childe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I only told him that so he’d look up to me. In the eyes of a child, working with toys must be the best job imaginable, right?”

“So you lied,” Kaeya said, deadpan.

Childe shot him a look. “You’re one to talk.”

Childe sighed. “Anyway, I don’t want my family involved with the Fatui—or Snezhnaya’s darker side. The older ones know who I serve. But Teucer… he’s still young. In his eyes, I’m just his big brother who sells toys.” His voice softened slightly. “So humor me, will you? Just… play along in front of him.”

Kaeya exhaled, rubbing his temple. “Fine, fine. I get it.”

Childe straightened, then turned back toward Teucer with a bright, practiced smile. “As you can see, I remain Snezhnaya’s greatest expatriate toy seller, currently attached to the Liyue branch of our Institute for Toy Research!”

Teucer’s eyes lit up. “That’s right! My brother’s the greatest! He’s Mr. Cyclops’ bestest friend!”

Childe laughed, placing a hand on Teucer’s shoulder. “As much as I’d love to catch up, duty calls. But don’t worry—Mr. Nice Guy here will keep you company while I’m out.” He gestured toward Aether.

Paimon groaned dramatically. “Ugh, we’re still babysitting for you?”

Kaeya stepped in smoothly before Childe could answer. “Actually, that won’t be necessary.”

Childe turned to him, brow raised. “Oh?”

Kaeya’s tone was easy, almost casual. “As a counteroffer—how about I take care of your work for the day, while you spend time with your brother? Seems fair.”

Childe blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “You’d really do that?”

“Of course,” Kaeya said with a faint grin. “The kid came all this way just to see you. It’d be a shame if you didn’t make it worth his trip.”

“Then it’s settled!” Teucer cheered, beaming. “We’re going on an adventure with Brother and Mr. Nice Guy!”

Childe blinked, caught between laughter and disbelief. “Wait, what—”

“Just go,” Kaeya said, giving him a light push forward.

Childe sighed, but a smile tugged at his lips. “Thanks.”

Kaeya waved him off. “Don’t mention it.”

The harbor was alive with noise — vendors calling out prices, waves lapping against the stone, the faint hiss of frying oil from nearby food carts. The air smelled of salt, spice, and grilled fish.

Paimon and Teucer had wandered off toward the fish stalls, their voices overlapping with the chatter of merchants as they inspected the day’s catch. Aether and Childe followed at a slower pace, the crowd thinning as they reached the edge of the pier.

“Bringhella seems a lot nicer than I expected,” Aether said, glancing at Childe.

“Oh, him?” Childe chuckled, hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Yeah, he’s definitely one of the more agreeable ones.” He paused, eyes drifting toward the sea. “He’s also our newest addition. I knew him back before he was Bringhella, though.”

“You two seem close.”

“I mean, sure,” Childe replied, a grin tugging at his mouth. “We do go to tea parties with the others every now and then.”

Aether blinked. “A tea party?”

Childe laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Yeah. Hard to imagine, right? A room full of Harbingers, drinking tea like civilized people. It’s been a while since the last one, though.”

He leaned against the railing, watching Teucer excitedly point at a basket of live crabs. “Those moments are rare,” he added quietly. “But when they happen... it almost feels normal.”

Childe’s words faded into the hum of the marketplace. The sun shimmered across the harbor waters, casting ripples of gold over the wooden stalls.

“Brother! Brother! Look!” Teucer came running up, holding a tiny crab between his fingers. “It tried to pinch Paimon!”

“It did not!” Paimon protested, puffing out her cheeks. “I was helping you catch it!”

“You screamed first,” Teucer said proudly.

Aether tried and failed to hide his grin. “You two make a great team.”

Childe ruffled his brother’s hair, eyes warm. “Come on, let’s grab something to eat before you start a war with the seafood.”

The group drifted down the sunlit pier, Paimon still grumbling, Teucer happily swinging Childe’s hand, and Aether following with a quiet smile.