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I. One’s Imminence

The more the fragmenting of the veins is broken and the split threads become abundant, the graver the puddle of the coffin spreads along the clumps of hungry chestnuts. It scatters like the roots of basil, accumulating its nourishment from the antediluvians’ limbs, pages inscribed of two’s journey. Otherwise, the waves would have pivoted their affluent and alpine into yet a filthy path, thus reaching their ravages. And the one who impales his incisors into the periphery of his lip to torment his own enlightenment, is rubbing his palm against the nectar of the back of his ruffled cantaloupe hair, just above the neck.

Sauntering in his own chamber of thoughts and past mistakes, dear Ajax lingers onto his bed sheets in a corner of his modest yet tiny home that sheltered him and his siblings, Tonia, Teucer and Anthon. Migraines and bone throbbing sucked all his volition to rouse out of bed, let alone wake up his brothers and sister to send them under the wing of some distant relative, since for the past nights, a sickness crawled up his back. The days became more and more suffocating, even unbearable, and they consumed Tartaglia like a putrid drug. He was disgusted by what he had become. A lump in the throat that could not be swallowed. However, he played theater with his beloved ones. He was smiling, with a grin so indulgent and placid. He grasped the limits of dishonesty and fondled the need to move away, commencing a fresh chapter, far absent. On the plains where all his qualms could be drowned, in a country devoid of miserable businesses and money earned on a massacred soul.

The possibility of requiring a short demission from the Harbingers’ jobs could’ve touched some skeptical wonders. Knowing the Tsaritsa is a highly professional and exigent empress, dedicated to such a spectacular goal as ruling the world as a single nation, the chances of Tartaglia getting away without any details of his disappearance were lower than the shore levels. He was one of the most favorable assassins of Her Luminescence. He lurched on this job a long time ago, due to absence of money. The parents, being only merchants, devoted awareness that money was hard to earn, especially in Snezhnaya. During winters, dozens of whole oak trunks were scorched in the chimney to heat the whole household for several weeks. The trees no longer towered with their rich crown, the cold decelerated their growth, and it was still not sufficient. What was there to do? Else, the wheel would have spun towards a more hostile present, where his siblings grieved from the lack of education and intellect, and yet, the table was still hollow, except for a corner of bread.

After climbing up a lengthy path to the top of the mountain, achieving a honorable title of the Eleventh Harbinger at the ripe age of adulthood, Ajax grew wealthy, seizing each and every opportunity to raise the amount of Mora so that there will be no such worry as poverty. What yet put one to days and nights of thinking, was how this job was affecting his actions, and the way he spoke, but most importantly, his personality. Tartaglia was the mask that Ajax was not capable to entirely banish from his mind. It seemed more and more challenging to constraint his words when he stood in front of the young ones. Not to overlook the cheerful appearance and the mellow air, or the sincere and welcoming touches. Childe was just a codename that slowly took a turn for another façade that he used amongst strangers and his hired fellow assassins that were watching over his siblings and him through the purest shadows.

Ajax had to build a cloak – Tartaglia - under which he sheltered, a new person, posing as the Tsaritsa’s assassin, who took his place when approaching fellow Fatui comrades, with unsympathetic, threatening words, full of destruction and hunger for grief towards his neighboring people. It harshly slammed a deep realization into him. At some point, he started wondering who he was, what he was truly like. After every single moment he’s switched back to his original persona, Ajax felt profoundly guilty, sickened and slightly weakened. This job wasn’t only slaughtering and hurting others, but it was also eating him. Indeed, at first he was enchanted to oblige Her Majesty, to be at the disposal of Her frowning gaze, given that he appreciated Her foremost for her selfless assistance. Nonetheless, it was as if everything expired, much alike a lantern without petrol. A pebble was thrown precisely into his nose which brought him to the present surroundings. Even if he crazed the skill of a thousand soldiers, many martyrs were necessary.

Snezhnaya was an absolute power house, with a concerning number of weapons and soldiers, all guided and fired as wished by The Tsaritsa's guidance and her incredible war synergies. No average country would dare to look down upon her eyes so it was best to announce surrender than watch as her teeth dive into her lips in a subtle sign of infuriation. Yet, there have been scads of wars and arduous battles to make sure Her Empress puts each leader to it's place and spit on their sacred thrones. The Tsaritsa wished for complete strength and dominance. She and her ancestors have been setting attacks towards neighboring small states, craving for terrain and resources for many years. Sending men to fight after control over another nation, expanding Snezhnaya, and it still wasn’t enough. She wasn’t easy to please unless her eccentric soul gained authority over everything. It was pure cruelty. Even Tartaglia found it rather unrealistic and childish.

Ajax warmed the freezing air with a long and cunning sigh before his cerulean deadly eyes swabbed the four walls nearby him, allowing his body weight rest on his right shoulder and hip, turning to the window. His room was pretty minimalistic and tidy compared to his siblings’. His walls were as pale as his skin yet accentuated by the dark rims of the door and the window as well as every piece of furnishing that his deceased parents left. On one of his walls, to which his back was facing, was a wide wooden desk that had thousands of unfinished paperwork and reports that he had been enduring for the last sleepless evenings when his mind was louder than fireworks. A small woven carpet with Snezhnayan symbols and designs contrasted the dullness of his room, as well as adding a bit of a personal touch.

December’s snow kept plastering the window’s sill in a delicate blanket. The air was as thick as it could be, aching a bruising sensation to the lungs and flinching muscles. On mornings like this, Ajax awkwardly enjoyed the scenery outside his home. The never ending ivory paths and the absence of complexity crawling into the scenery lessened him and improved his mood throughout the day.

Then of course, a suddenly harming, sensation impaled through the shoulder and bicep. Ajax swiftly prompts his left hand over his quivering lips and shoved his teeth into the flesh of his thumb muscles to prevent an unwanted string of commotion due to his pain.  It seemed like needles penetrated his bones and nerves, bringing discomfort and unbearable suffering. Despite the cold atmosphere, his flesh began to boil in sweat, tightening around his limbs even after he laid on his back. His sinuses began acting up as well just as he recalls the muscle relaxant pills he had on his bedside. A frail yet muscular arm extended in such a begging matter towards them, and after swallowing two with the untouched cup of mint tea his thoughtful Tonia prepared for him, the cooled and high consistency of sweetened menthol promptly embracing the liquid glided down his throat. The golden rim of the cup was pressed against his carmine lips, as Ajax immobilized for a moment until his body stopped acting up against him. He furrowed his brows against his nose bridge, his gaze narrowing, and causing aching to his dimmed eyelids.

Tartaglia took a life-threatening blow during his previous mission, shredding the mesh of abdominal muscles apart. Yet it didn't add up to what was generating these excruciating reactions, considering the wound had faded into an indistinguishable smear across his rib cage. There was no dispute about the use of poison in the arrows that had struck his shoulder blades. Therefore, probably the most plausible explanation for his symptoms. If one witnessed the assassin’s return from the distant lands that day, they might as well have mistaken him for a marionette assembled from languishing and diseased wood.

Candidly, the missions were as easy as clenching a fist. Prodigious effort was not necessary for triumph in addition to the satisfaction of the Tsaritsa. Despite this, the very last one ended up being particularly disturbing overall. The brothers and sister were devastated, they could no longer swallow their cries of distress and clemency.

Enough of that. He nudged his muscles with the touch of his palm tracing circles and massaging the numbness leading to discomfort before creeping out of his shielding lukewarm blankets and the softness of the mattress and standing up, stretching his above his head, leaning back. It took a couple of moments for him to regain balance over his limbs and stroll in a considerate pace towards the bathroom. There he, gripped the edges of the defiant translucent sink, leaning in with his shoulders supported by the two, as he raised his gape to look into the mirror. The adorable plump apple cheeks reduced vacantly. His hair was as it has always been, auburn from root to end, slightly curving around his face, unkempt and yet so impeccable complementary to the cobalt jewels in his eyes. His stare was tired and almost forlorn. After a sharp deep breath, his slender fingers lightly pushed the water tap upwards as fresh water started pouring down like a fountain. He cupped his hands and collected a pouch of water that he showers onto his face, instantly fully waking him.

When arrived at his next destination, the kitchen, he was oddly surprised by the sight of his siblings gathered around the dining table with lots of sliced fruits and along with honey and sour cream that led him to the main dish they have prepared for themselves, Syrniki. The petite and round Snezhnayan cheese pancakes were scattered upon each of their plates including a plate which belonged to no one’s enjoyer. Ajax chuckled quietly to himself as he admired their cooperation to establish a meal for one another and the lack of help they received, meaning they were finally able to not set the house ablaze.

“Good Morning, Big Brother!” Teucer exclaimed as he noticed his dim figure in the hallway, glancing sweetly at them and slowly walking closer to the table while the other two greeted their sibling with the same enthusiasm. “Good Morning, to you all. I see you have managed to make yourselves breakfast without my aid. As expected of my lovely siblings.” Ajax grinned widely at the children with pride. But something in his heart pinched. Infants growing older and developing into independent human beings at a young age without needing help causes such a feeling of aging for the eldest brother. Never minding that, he will always be happy to offer help his brother and sister at all times even if they do not request it.

“We’ve prepared syrniki for you too, big brother! Some of them are a bit burned but we tried to give you the best ones.” Anthon shrugged at the last bit of his sentence as his eyes shot a direct peek to the empty seat across him. Ajax melted into his words as he praised each of them with a melodious peck on each of their foreheads before finally joining them at the table. Everyone was halfway through their morning treat, the silence was as tensioned as it could be, judging the way all of them kept their lips tightened together.

“Have you packed your bags already?” The Harbinger’s tone was now vehement and somewhat dominating. Their heads nodded vigilantly, with hardy anything but cautiousness and remorse.

“Why is it that you don’t want us around? Moreover, sending us to Auntie Yekaterina..” Tonia picks up on her brothers’ formality. The reason was all too obvious. As soon as Ajax fell unwell, he had to choose between either confess his fragile state to his siblings or find another means to get cured without alerting the Fatui to seek medical attention. Their conduct was dishonest. In a vast organization like this, with a major degree of violence, it's better to stand on your own footing. After eating his portion, he takes a minute to regain his composure before replying.

“I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and I need some solidary time to recover. I value your mindful company, yet, I need to think about some certain aspects.” He formulates that sentence as summarily as he could. If not, his siblings would’ve definitely spotted the filthy smell of lies lurking around themselves. Tonia knew better than to require further answers so her thin lips clashed onto each other back and forth in some sort of discrete annoyance, one which Ajax has never seen.

Thereafter the morning feast, his siblings presented themselves in the hallway with their bags hanging down their fragile necks and backs, as Childe waited patiently for the relative aunt to show up at their relatively narrow porch. A few minutes of consolatory silence echoed through the air, two quiet knocks on the wooden door struggled against the tranquility of the air. After twisting the key and slung the handle open, there stood Yekaterina with the never-lasting stone expression. Even after so many years, she held an unbreakable grudge against the Fatui Harbinger’s job, stating ‘he should’ve better chosen a safer and more decent career apart from gaining enthusiasm over beaten cadavers’. Yet she had no other choice than to accept him while his guiltless siblings were around. She scoffed at each opportunity she caught glimpse of Ajax, but carelessly, turned with the sweetest smile towards the children circling her at the moment. Yekaterina was at the wilted age around, being the sister of the family’s grandma of their mother’s side. Her façade never seemed to change.

After exchanging embracing between the siblings and a few more loathing stares towards the elder before fetching them off, Ajax found himself yet again cornered by the walls of his room. This time, he was seated at his working desk, curling his back and lowering his head being held by the two bridges of his palms as they were stabilizing his temples. He glanced at the small clock on one corner indicating the cease of morning, then at the mountains and pillars worth of papers across the surface and sucked a deep breath that caressed his warming lungs.

He just coveted to vaporize into the ozone and get rid of everything. Come to think of it, maybe he could. Perhaps he could arrange a long journey, abandoning everything and traveling to another nation where he will die anonymously. Yet, the thought of his siblings’ longing after they come home to an empty household with not trace of their guarding figure made him revise his wish. What if he just said he was commissioned by some members of the Adventure Guild to go abroad? His brother and sister were told that he was often asked to voyage some considerate lengths, which, in this case, were the tasks assigned for the Fatui Harbingers.

His intended actions were promised to benefit his family, his chrysanthemums that eased his concerns whenever returning from an elongated duty. He devised a strategy to relieve himself of this dismal and noxious job, in order to cultivate his solitude and tranquility. It was an irreversible course of action, yet the arrangement felt promising enough. He could just leave a few briefcases of Mora on the table with a note stating his departure to another nation. But where? Considering Snezhnaya’s geography, he could either go to either Fontaine, Mondstad or Liyue, or even further away but that was out of the question.

Mondstad had many Fatui soldiers scattered around the land as it was under the Tsaritsa’s observation (that is, her next territory to conquer), with the Honorary Knights and the nearly retired Barbatos – alias Venti - leading it and also many respected warriors such as the so called ‘Traveler’ who fought against the most recent threat of Her Imperial Empress, it wasn’t safe. Plus, it could’ve bought many suspicions along himself since it’s main land was as shielded and protected as it’s never been. The people were also so devoted to its wine industry and gambles, yet they were free as long as the wind blew their way.

Fontaine was a risky option. One of the Harbingers, The Knave, alias Arlecchino, was training the young Fontainian souls into joining the Fatui. Bearing in mind Ajax’s Snezhnayan clothing were miles away from the elegance of the citizens', he would have to spend millions on new outfits that simply drained the idea of a possible arrival there. Also, not to mention the strict laws and childish leader, Focalors. 

Liyue was, well, highly monitored. The Qixing led by Ningguang and with the subtle help of Rex Lapis Morax, they managed to accommodate safety and wealth onto the lands. Realizing the Northland Bank was in its Harbor and many of his trustworthy agents were there, the idea of moving his foothold there began to sound promising. The locals are highly cultured and abided to the arts and traditional craftsmanship, the various roots of medicinal herbs and expensive ores in mining sights that could both benefit him. It all sounded too perfect. From discussions held between his hired agents, he learned that the people of Liyue were always minding their business and never suspected anything from their presence in the mainland. They were also quite proud of their ethnic history, and the magnificent sceneries surrounding all of its most crucial territories. The Tsaritsa never came to a severe argument between her and the rulers of Liyue, specifically Morax, since with a simple and fair contract, he signed off all the dangers to come its way. She still was planning to come between terms with the Liyuean Emperor to surrender its reign and unite with Snezhnaya, but judging her pending letters and demands, she let that slide, hoping for the next opportunity to overcome the shore.

Ajax let his mind rest before grabbing a map and sketching a route of his parting, deciding it’s best to go by boat since there’s an elongated flow of water connecting Snezhnaya with Fontaine, Mondstad and Liyue and send a letter towards his most important agents informing his plan and requiring the necessary arrangements and resources, demanding high discretion and full confidentiality. Then he began writing another one towards his future arrival in the Land of Contracts to his Northland Bank associates.

All seemed to go well, as he received a response from the first letter that went along the lines of: ‘Arrangements are progressing each minute; a boat is currently in the last terms of negotiation as it was owned by a fisher. No one batted an eye as we speak, no suspicions were gathered upon us… success is guaranteed… the fellow hitmen in Liyue..’. At some point Tartaglia got bored of every unnecessary detail, his eyes began skipping words. The arrival of the second message was doubtfully possible in such an instant period of time as it was, of course, miles away.

Judging the progress of his mission, something told him that his departure was closer and closer. Probably two days from now, since he needed some time to reflect on everything. He now clasped a new piece paper and seated it onto the table, as his slim index and thumb snaked around the fountain pen beside his right elbow as this was the message he planned to leave for his siblings to find.

My dearest family, I have been commissioned on a journey far away to the distant land of Liyue. I have not recovered from my illness yet I am opting to seek proper treatment in the far lands. I have entrusted you with this house and the Mora beside this letter. I will send some occasional letters and gifts once I arrive in Liyue, until then, be good and stay out of trouble.

Yours truly, Ajax

He lent his posture onto the back of his chair as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. He knew this was going to portray him as the cold and horrible older brother, but he had no choice. He felt his life draining much like the sand of a hourglass, to the point he couldn’t keep his façade anymore. His masks began interlinking and appearing at the wrong times, and it sure was getting a raise out of him.

Composed, Reserved, Neutral he murmured, remembering what his Master informed him during the first weeks of training and examination for the position as the Eleventh Harbinger. Disregarding the presence of an ache drowned in despise surrendering him, those words have completely turned his life into a dramatically filled opera. Nonetheless, without them, evidence of his family and current household would’ve been leaked and perhaps, endangered. As mentioned before, Fatui were not to be trusted. A single injudicious mistake and his life could’ve been exploited. His evening crickets always mopped around this topic over and over again like rerunning a film for the past few years. If he had minded scrutinizing his behavior, this was, by far, the longest sigh throughout his day. He lifted up from his seat, almost dragging his thin ankles forwards as went directly into the kitchen and placed the note onto the table, with the prepared briefcases he’s been burying into his room specifically for the day his siblings would need them most.

He stood there a moment, his mind emptier than the polished moon, regulating his breaths, getting used to the utter silence and enchantment that missed from the now petrifying atmosphere. In the wake of his awareness planting itself back into his corpse, the Harbinger noticed the running time.

Ajax’s shoulders stiffened as he tried stretching his muscles and cast away the numbness. He creeped inside his room once again, and let himself being taken by gravity and collapsing abruptly onto the rigid softness of his bed. Not even evening and he spent all his day writing letters here and there. To the Tsaritsa, reports; to his agents, his detailed plan; to Aunt Yekaterina, an apology for this situation.

He had a feeling tomorrow was the day. Or maybe not. Either way, his lids felt heavy like the weight of a whale, and despite his ruthless efforts of combating them open, his conscious observation found his unrequitedly somnolence. The subsequent movement ceased much like a butterfly fighting for its freedom from the hands pulling its limbs. Thus, the reigning hushing and perspiring last breaths and the ocean grew.

Right before completely emerging from his slumber, sequels of knocks and murmurs disrupted the calming silence. One’s flesh trembled upon the awakening, scarcely curling his fingers and adjusting his stance underneath the coats of warmth as then he dived them across the other half of the bed, carving a path for him to abandon his accommodation. The inundating pools of sweat soaked his heating skin, as his eyes snapped apart. As he made his way through the room and the distant passage through the hallway, Ajax gently opened the front door from where the commotion begun. Two men, dressed in Fatui uniforms and badges that symbolized their obedience towards Eleventh Harbinger across their chests, both wearing upon their faces a serious yet slightly worried expression.

“Lord Childe, your expedition is ready to initiate at any instant you need to leave. The team suggests, however, you commence your venture at or during the rising of the Crescent Moon. News has it there will be an important conference between Her Majesty and Mondstand’s Leaders to clarify the terms of their expected retreat and surrender of their region – I highly doubt things will undergo swimmingly – however, we suspect the highly protection along the borders will be mere.” One of them, with lightly cleansed cheeks and reddish lips informed, with a slight bow to ensure his respect towards him.

Both were discharged afterwards, as they leaped down the porch and the short hill inoculating the unprivileged residence. Childe was as content as he could be. A wave sculptured his lips upwards, into a satisfied and relieved grin. He will at last have an excuse to be unproductive and less injurious to the other Fatuus in the Snezhnayan corporation after all these years.

As he closed the door, he quickly rushed towards the wardrobe located in his chamber, rummaging for clothes and perhaps a bag. One thing he did not consider was the number of fabrics that were, to put it bluntly, somewhat excessively flamboyant. Sure, they were pricey, but with the Fatui logo emblazoned on the hefty metal cuffs and belts, it was definitely best to look for something more...decent. There was the possibility of him dressing like a Fatui Diplomat, so he searched through the plains of clothes now scattered like shards on the floor for his old uniform and a few comfy clothing.

A jacket dominated by neutral greys, dark and light, with a very asymmetrical design. Embroiled into the left shoulder was a piece of onyx that has been carved by precise hands into the Fatui Diplomat design along with a few, subtle traces of scarlet along its edges. Both its sleeves had scrupulous designs in a contrasting shade of silver, the cuffs had were folded, exposing the underneath layer of black and red both unveiled by golden embellishments. The yoke and collar were edged by dull fabric, contrasted by his much beloved red scarf he found shortly in the pile succeeding him.

He set the two aside, before yet again mining for the last piece, the trousers. The pants were slightly less extravagant, which didn’t bother him. In addition, to bind everything, his gloves and belt along with other charms exploiting shamelessly their belonging to a Fatui agent, have just been unearthed. Ajax sneaked a chuckle into the raspy ambience as he gazed upon his discoveries that had hauled him into past memories. His first mission, his failed ones and victorious ones, his novice techniques, and his last mission as a diplomat. He recalled the struggle of wavering his belt on, as it had a rather, noteworthy appearance. Besides securing his pants, it also had a separate loop that meant to go around one of his inner thighs. Alas, he beared just for the sake of looking more appealing. 

Now that the clothing can be regarded crossed out of the list, Ajax’s next initiative was to decide the amount of Mora he was going to bring with him along the footpath. A few pouches of ten million each were required. Liyue Harbor was the symbol of commerce and adapted the world’s largest trading ports, receiving ships of resources and items from all across the seven remaining countries, so it only seemed right to assume everything he had to buy came with an expensive price sanctifying his wallet.

As he dived through the list of things he had prepared, only one was overlooked. Weapons and equipment. Despite the fact he was expecting a fruitful stretch there, there was no uncertainty of danger. His experience and training unlocked the skill to maneuver each and every weapon. While his bow and spear were his daily use, he needed something less eye catching. It was more appropriate not attract close consideration or discussions with regard to him. Maybe a few daggers would do the job. They gifted Tartaglia an extent to his velocity and movement, but they’re hitting reach put him at loss. Across occasion, he’ll buy equipment once he’ll settle in the new environment. A few knives would serve him well excessively.

Now that his travel bag was getting heavier and heftier, which meant his preparations were complete, Ajax finally had time for rest. The thought of him repressed by slumber in his soft sheets embracing his body was soon dispatched by the rumbling of his stomach. It was almost Afternoon, around the end of his normal lunchtime. Surely, he was jaded and ready to submit himself into a coma worth of sleep, but it was crucial to keep his nutrition and alimentation vial. Once again, the heels of his feet forced the rest of him into the kitchen. He pulled out some bread he generously toasted and spread butter onto, with some sliced tomatoes and ham. Pleasuring the desire of Tartaglia’s perfection, he plated the dish with some olives and onions. It wasn’t much, but it certainly served its propose into feeding him. Speaking of which, he was seated at the dining table, staring at the untouched meal with some sort of repugnance he couldn’t apprehend. In the end, he persuaded himself that as soon as his lips brushed against the food, he'd get some critically needed sleep.

And there he was, crashed and sousing into his nest. In five hours, his life was about to change. Will it be for the better or for the worse? Will Tonia, Teucer, Anthon miss me? Will I actually return for them at some point? Will I see them again?

Ajax was quite the indulgent and caressing character. He always cared for his neighboring people, especially those whom he claimed to be his family. During difficult times, his sanguinity was unreal, as he’s always prayed for the existence of a better ending than him being ditched in a grave subsequently the loss of a fight. His smile was brighter than most Snezhnayans, but people hardly ever saw him. In spite of his benevolence and zeal, many tragic events had a number on him, each affecting the way he treated everyone else. He conquered his past habits such as getting attached to others for his beneficial intend of not having to worry about whatever horrible experiences that person might have to deal with. Sure, this statement is bit cold-hearted coming from him, but it was the truth. He preferred detachment over loss.

Tartaglia, on the other hand, was the menace of all of the above. Careless of anything but himself, indulging himself into quenching anything that would not mollify him and feeling nothing but enthusiasm. One simple mistake could lead him to terror which was rare, almost unfeasible; yet a beginner’s mistake coming from his hired agents could lead him into impartible death stares and damaging behavior. He thrived on other’s pain, it has continuously satiated him in every way probable.

Childe, however, was a mix of both parties. One coat he rarely disclosed towards his siblings and the one he’s been wearing at any moment encountered by his men.

All had different opinions, various objections towards one another. For instance, Ajax hated how his Tartaglia persona was so full of himself, completely the opposite from him, while Tartaglia pointed out his softness. It was a unceasing war between those two sides.

Why had these been his sole thoughts before falling asleep? Was there nothing else that mattered? What are his plans? What about his family? They’ve always hunted his flesh during his dreams, causing the pain he was experiencing from the last spar. Again, the rushing needles in his abdomen caused discomfort and two of his own arms compressing the impacted area.

You’ll get treatment, hang in there.

Midnight enters the chamber nearly instantaneously before one could catch sleep from slipping away from his grasp. Ajax descends his once laying body off of the mattress and begins slithering the mellifluous fabric of his sleepwear, afterwards he began replacing each with the uniform he set onto the back of the chair. It fit him impeccably. The pants were a bit shorter than he fancied, but it wasn’t such a hefty tragedy as his boots covered everything. He looped the red scarf around his broad, stiff shoulders, letting one end flow freely over his back. He clasped his old Fatui mask, portraying perfectly on his left side of his head, making sure it was secure and adjusting the minor stray hairs that were troubled during his constant movement in bed caused by his grieving.

His fingers tightened onto the bag he left beside his desk as he wrapped its handle over his right side of his chest, gently colliding to the left of his waist. It was a simple yet spaciously useful bag made from leather. One he had purchased a long time ago in a market place near the capital.

Ajax took one last glimpse of his room, and overall the whole house before stomping outside, as his hitmen were patiently waiting on the porch, carefully watching the surroundings to confirm a smoothly escort to the boat. He unlocked the door with hesitance and remorse stabbing pins into his fingertips as pulled the key out of the hole and walked past the wooden frame. His employees bowed and saluted after the door was sealed, and began ushering the Harbinger to the next destination. Since the only path leading towards the small house began from the bounds of a poor village nearby, the group had no other choice than to venture in the forest behind the house.

The pines were narrow yet abundant, coating their tracks from anyone watching. Their immortal branches were blessed by the blinks of the ruling satellite of the dust filled sky, as their trunks were home of many secreted habitants. The mere traces one gently pressed against the grass melted into the grime underneath, concealing each and every cavity, leaving no footsteps behind. Everything was unpleasantly sober and quiescent as far as Childe’s observations are capable of reaching. It was narcotic yet menacing and hostile. The once clamorous crickets that intruded his naps dissolved into the depths of the highly crude woods. His arms matured around the air within each step, sometimes collapsing into each other behind his back. The concentration of suspense drenching his heart was a pain to control. Each time a cold breeze was welcomed in his lungs, it felt like the air itself formed blades, nipping and slashing his throat. Not to mention the exaggeration of his pulse, flinching his veins through his wrists.

The density of the conjuring yearning firs never changed decreasingly. In fact, more and more towers of them aroused through the three’s visions as they were advancing into the core of the forest. The once-distributed trees disappeared into the picture of a vast lake gushing to a river as he approached his final destination before leaving his own country forever. Over the chest of the water, a boat wafts like a feather onto the pulp of the lake. Old, corroded, but enough to function and be a suitable protection against any ignition of suspicion. Two more figures guarded to the left and right, another pair clambered at the oars, all petrified like mountain subdivisions, prowling stealthily. They were all older disciples he had trained ever since he was barely accepted under the wing of the most talented assassins, the Harbingers. They have been studying each and every shade of their lord, from his emotions to his actions and the way his pitch defined his mood.

All of them startled under their clothes as the sight of their Harbinger evoked from the distance, rearranging their posture and stance, bowing and saluting him, in the company of many “We hope your travels here went satisfactorily, we are ready to depart.” And “It is such a pleasure of seeing you arriving here safely”, all ignored by Tartaglia as he sprung on board. The two men that led him here departed into the woods, as there was no need for their desperate camaraderie.

Before he knew it, the boat began sailing between the low waves of the lake, gliding through the river like a fish. Childe was seated on the middle seat in between the four men controlling the movement of the boat, strewn in pairs on each side, coordinating and matching their movement, to decrease the duration of a long journey. It was a bit cramped, but since there was no other luggage other than his bag still coiled around his middle, he shouldn’t complain. It was the least the Fatui could cover, since the river they planned on sailing was quite narrow and even serpent, it was the most elected option.

The assassin’s thoughts disintegrated the equilibrium of his head, his neck appeared to stiffen and prepared to split in two, and his shoulders had weakened likewise his spine, which negligibly supported the shell of his organs. His thin brows plummeted, depositing pressure on the eyes that were struggling to see clearly when everything was so outlandish and cloudy. As he had guessed, the few hours of sleep that evening were purely futile. He had no choice than to either drain himself completely until dawn and afterwards resting, or replenish his stamina and energy now and wake up in Harbor, or perhaps in a location near it’s boundaries, so he could gather his thoughts by heading for a walk on his lonesome. Perhaps the second option was the most significant one.

“I will be gathering some rest for now. I hope you won’t be able to draw any dangers while I will be unaware of your activity.” Childe sternly stated, aggravating his tone halfway. All men began wishing him a peaceful rest, no needs for apprehension, and confirming the success of the mission over and over again like parrots.

II. Olden Coasts

The burning umber leaves and vegetation smeared across the scenery as the delicate and benign rays of the Sun shattered any shadows looming across the golden tinted view in the background. The water wasn’t as lifeless and morbid as in Snezhnaya. Quite the contrary also, the placid light emphasizing the viridescent tint of the water, reflected the fair and thinned sand at it’s very bottom, as well as diverse species of fish of distinctive shades. The tender plucks of gladdened ripples bumped against the wooden boat. The sky was as clear as the reflection of the water, serene and composed.

They had just entered the Land of Contracts through a junction connecting Liyue and Mondstad, as now they were approaching the first ever statue, only a few meters away. Ajax was barely waking up, his eyes crumbling and irritating his gaze as they were stinged by the awfully warm peaks of light. The scent lingering the air was completely different. His homeland had the vague smell of forests and smoke from nearby chimneys while this was something he’s never experienced. The mountains, freshly cooked food, silk flowers and glazed lilies - both flourish plants from the ancient lands – persisted into the fragrance now dousing his larynx, instantly stirring his state of residual laze.

“Stop the boat.” Childe stated, now his eyes insomniac and wide open. The movement ceased, all men turned their backs and gaped at one another from the ridge of their eyes as they went silent. “Is something the matter?” one dared to inquire as its comrades shared a remorseful look at each other.

“Where are we currently? What’s with that construction on the highly elevated alp?” questions dashed between his lips. Now they were standing near the statue nearby, and a path connected it to the building and innumerable roads up ahead. At the moment of speaking, they were in the crest of a few islands surrounding them. The view up ahead was stolen by what seemed a residence. A strong, old rock structure with stairs leading towards the top. There was a platform above water at the very bottom, where there seemed to be a restaurant judging by the several tables and costumers seated and enjoying their lunch. Apart from the mountain supporting the inn, thick and healthy roots circled it, twirling around till the very top into a tree, blanketing the house under it’s amber blossoms and thin yet sturdy branches. The building itself had a very distinctive architecture to the Snezhnayans’; all embodied by dark oak trimmings and walls enlightened by tall paper windows ornamented with red wooden designs mainly dominated by squares and straight lines. Millions of lanterns lit the place up, each nook held at least 3 light sources. The roof was an arrogant pine green that reminded everyone of a fir’s fur.

“We are currently in Bishui Plain, specifically, in Dihua Marsh. The building you’re eyeing up front is the Wangshuu Inn, or as the Liyueans prefer to call it the ‘Moon Inn’” the same agent took a breath, analyzing Childe’s expression as it grew more and more hungry for information before adding: “Likewise Snezhnaya and other nations, Liyue expresses it’s fondness towards their leader through sculptures. On our right, we can see one as we speak.”

The subject of Ajax’s vision has changed into the statue. A stone life sized portrait of Morax seated on a throne consisting of rocks, covered in a cloak, over his head that flowed down his body, his shoulders and his lap, as he held the symbol of Liyue. The sculpture wasn’t as detailed as the red haired had hoped. Due to it’s coverage onto his head, all he could see was a slender face, a few strands of hair dazed in the middle of his narrow eyes, a few more on each side of the apples of his cheeks, thin lips and a narrow nose. If he hadn’t squinted his glance enough, he would have never guessed, silks of hair were flowing along it’s back through his hood as they were almost racing past his waist. His abdomen was well defined as his arms and it really made Ajax wonder, Is he really the leader of this nation? More like a deity.. He internally scoffed.

After a few more minutes of observation while his mind tried to form a coherent thought, his mouth hurried before him. “Does this so called ‘Moon Inn’ offer hospitality towards foreigners? Or at least a meal?”

“As far as other Fatuus know, they do not provide rooms for everyone except respected people. For instance, Xiao, the only living of the five protectors of Morax and Liyue is restricting himself from social interactions in one of Wangshuu Inn’s rooms” their words went back and forth, as if they were sure something was up.

Restricting himself from social interactions? Coward! Don’t make me laugh! No wonder Liyue’s only martial art is loaded when Rex Lapis Morax signs a few contracts. Could it be that easy, or are these contracts too fair to violate its profits?

“Then I’ll have to ask you to return to Snezhnaya until anyone suspects you’re missing. Much obliged to your service but I’m afraid this journey concerns me only. Tell the other men I will send many letters. Another thing, dispatch a few people around my residence.” Childe informs as he raises from his seat, sneaking a cold stare underneath his chin, before leaving the boat. Now his disheveled muddy boots spoiling the velvetiness of the shrill meadow, as he raised his head towards the statue right in front of him.

“We understand your requirements, but we were ordered by your Highness to guide you through the Harbor. Have your plans stirred?” One on the left dared push the assassin’s limits.

“Watch your tongue, Dmitri. Mark my words. Else, consequences will be colder than the solidified rivers in Snezhnaya. There is no need for your provision anymore. I can handle things on my own.” Tartaglia nipped at these words in an enervated manner. As stubborn as each of his persona was, Ajax always found a way to tell them apart. Tartaglia was bullheaded when he was accomplishing unaccompanied, whereas Childe was doing tenacious mischiefs all the time.

He patted his shoulders, shaking away the Snezhnayan fragrance as he abided to the new, refreshing one. His eyes were targeting the inn. It was a destructive manner, of course. Bearing in mind he came here to rest, he should confine himself from causing problems to one's disbelief.

His men lowered their forehead’s level, their spines now curling in such a defeating matter. It was such a pleasing view, seeing everyone bow to his knees, yet so cruel.

One of them, beside Dmitri murmured something along the lines of “turn the boat.. best not to enrage…Master Childe… arrival of letters and orders”. The small vessel now was anchoring towards it’s left before sailing to it’s starting location.

Childe’s- no, Ajax’s tensioned carnality released onto the perfumed gale, as he took one last glimpse of the statue, admiring it’s distinguishing and gorgeous features. Ethereal and young, was he really like that in bones and flesh?

As the fisher’s Braque withered into the vast environment, all felt much quieter than before. It was almost concerning. He knew, yet, that his final destination would be bustling with commotion and desperate merchants begging for their product to be dispensed from their tables, which was all he could ask for. Whilst chaos of chatters disrupted the streets, he could disguise and blend into the crowd, and everyone couldn’t even bother to notice his presence.

His shoes began tarnishing the chiseled paths back and forth as he made his way towards the Wangshuu Inn. There were two curved wooden bridges intertwining the settlement with the surrounded fragments of landmasses, both withholding stalls of lanterns. As the distance between where he was currently pacing and the bridge shortened and set foot onto the sturdy planks, particulars of the residence were etched into it’s structure. The ceramic roofs’ corners were bent in a spiraling matter upwards, each nook and cranny was clothed in thin and polished logs, detailed in its assembly hewed of oblong designs. There were also two balconies, one larger, being at the very top, and a more crowded one underneath.

As he passed the first bridge, his shoes tapped against the contact with the porch as a few pairs of stairs guided him to the area fully cornered by tables and a few costumers. Since there was no point in requesting for a room, while it was still the core of the day, he gazed upon the empty seating near the fence guiding view towards the bargaining ports as citizens unpacked ships worth of items. His egoistic nature kicked in and settled on the chair, waiting for what seemed an eternity for someone to show up with a menu or something. Bonsai trees were planted neatly into their round pots as their trunks waved and their leaves quivered besides them. The lake was genteel and docile as it’s arms danced across the shores margining them.

Every ounce of sophistication owned by the landscape fed upon the excitement Childe possessed for his near future.

A small feminine figure approached him wearing a earthy toned dress with short sleeves, and Liyuean designs scattered all over the yellow-tinted apron suffocating her waist. Her round pale face was accentuated by the brunette strokes of hair that reached her chin and the even bangs obscuring her forehead. Yuhua, the Inn’s Waitress offered him the menu with a slightly cynical gesture as she bit the crest of her tongue. Fatui Diplomats have never been expected at such locations. She shrugged it off as a mere coincidence of her boss, Verr Goldet’s business partner.

Now the biggest issue was: the menu was all in Liyuean. Massive, bold, complicated characters disturbed Ajax’s gaze as he didn’t know which way to look. He inflicted trust into the images, as the waitress was impatiently grasping on her wrists at the back of her waist. His interest piqued across one delicious looking dish, a soup filled with all sorts of unusual ingredients he’s never seen before. Octopus, mung beans, lotus, mandarins, pork meat all rowing in the depths of the silky golden potage. He pointed his index at it, gently tapping the paper with the apex of it.

She nodded as she pestered something in the native tongue of the locale, which, obviously, Ajax didn't understand in the least. The brunette presumably assumed he was from the Harbors' lands, which was a mistaken impression. That made him wonder why she didn't just inquire in the global language if he originated from Liyue. Something jointed in his mind and he shook his head as in ‘no’, before she took hold of the menu and went into the opposite pole of the table, towards a caged elevator, stepping in, as its platform ascended from the ground to the first floor.

So that’s why it took so long for her to take my order in the first place... why not make the restaurant on the upper floor if the kitchen’s there? So inefficient, time consuming and pointless... these Liyueans.

Hopefully, Tartaglia ended up being somewhat too harsh and fatigued after the journey, and all he could do was whine like an infant, focusing his anxieties on lesser, insignificant things. His solidified back drowned into the back of the chair, as he felt like his bones were in the course of penetration hosted by spears and icicles. He tried massaging the muscles in his shoulders to increase blood circulation, but it failed to help. Now his stomach was acting up and hurting severely.

His sight began melting with it’s surroundings, his lids gradually descending, before they were greeted by a generous bowl of soup and the same worried waitress, asking reassuring questions in that damn language he couldn’t understand a word of. Ajax’s eyes shot open as his bobbed his head as gift of gratitude along with a payed bill he was about to hand over. The meal looked identical to it’s picture twin in the menu, perhaps even more numinous and delicious. Small tips of tentacles circled by thinly chopped meat and lotus roots long with some plants as seasoning he didn’t recognize. A small spoon and a pair of chopstick were placed beside the porcelain vessel draped with thin hand painted strokes of ink. He grasped the spoon yet had no idea he had to utilize the two identical sticks as well. As he took a spoonful of soup of the golden liquid and filled his appetite with it, he had to admit it was, and here he wasn’t exaggerating, the most delicious thing he’s ever put his lips onto. It’s been an absolute benediction.

After donating some parting goodbyes towards the hospitality of the Wangshuu Inn and that marvelous dish which he promptly discovered it’s given name, the Lotus Root and Dried Octopus Soup (Once the amiable Yuhua granted his request for a translation), he was now prepared to continue his departure. As he moved further, exchanging a few memorable looks and expressing to himself he'd return for another conscientious lunch, he was now currently confronting a second fence leading to a pebble path enveloped with silk flowers and glazed lilies.

One thing he’s noticed after surpassing the wooden passage was the alteration of setting. Whilst the grass he’s distinguished at the bounds of the other end was buoyant and cherished in a bright foliage tint, the specks of pasture were now embracing a sophisticated color similar to the light draping down onto them. The scent has also distorted, pushing away the cologne of cooked food and tulips, momentarily replaced by an odor of fish and nearby smell of fresh wood. Few saplings began gathering in his sight spread out unevenly, all of them inheriting the yellow nuance in their bushes. He was now traversing into the heart of Qiongji Estuary, more specifically, Guili Plains.

The pathway’s curvature began to smoothen out, as he arrived at the juncture of two paths, one leading forwards, and the other to his left, to an elevated mountain structure. Sure, he was intrigued by where it could possibly lead, but having the worry of night lingering around the corner in around three hours shoved some pace into his ankles. He continued his consecutive path, as a small river rippled into sight besides it, and a small bridge overleaped it. Then a small outpost came into his observation. Guarded by two Millelith soldiers on each side of the road, holding spears and proudly wearing the Liyuean uniform.

It was mandatory for the Fatui Harbinger to avoid anything that had to do with the protectors of law in this nation. But, God, he was starving for a good fight. he wished, no, he was desperate to see their innocent flesh cut wide open and unleash laughter upon their whines and cries. Watching them suffer and yell for help when there's no one around and staining everything in wine. If he had listened to his intuitions, the whole situation could've grown into a more complicated ending. And plus, wasn't he here to make a new life and erase his past? Despite a portion of him being already familiar with a change for the worse, he made an abrupt turn, attentively taking the corner and bypassing the outpost. Luckily for him, those two fellow citizens he saw where the only ones occupying the lot. On his left, ancient walls and monuments began forming as the mist draped out. As fascinating as it was, another outpost disrupted his admiration. Luckily, this time there was a separate path that continued his excursion. The shades and veins of trees began to diverse as they now blanketed their roots all across the empty plans. Now, he was reaching another bridge, yet a stone one, with no curl.

The more he continued walking, the more elevated the ground began to modify. Stone stairs climber across each bump, accompanied by poles clasping lamps. In the distance, an arch colossal of mountains lured shadows upon the bundles of granite steps. At the top, nurtured by the dullness of the pillars connected, intertwining a small roof, was incubated the whereabouts of yet another statue. This one was slightly more different and, well, more defined. As Ajax approached the cobble sculpture, he observed the gatherings of silk flowers at its feet. It was yet again another rendering of Morax. By now he had already memorized his facial characteristics: constricted eyes, curled on each end, paper-like lips, thin face with its sharp chin and venturous brows, with high and pointed cheekbones. The statue’s pose was almost identical, yet it seemed like some other merchant has done it more successfully. In any case, who was he to throw criticism upon art and its expanded survey?

Nonetheless, a few houses verge the zone. All tolerating the same color pallet and designs with the exception of their sizes. The one of the left had a small porch lined with wires of people’s clothing; the short roofs were painted in the ineffaceable pigment as the Wangshuu Inn’s eye catching ridge. Same went for the other set of homes, all shielded in the Inn’s influence, which Ajax found quite calming.

As he swayed his shoes on each step, brushing the leaves away, the heavens came out in the way, draping in their splendor. The sky was now in a lethargic state, as its ceiling was in flames and the bloody sun appeared, driving away the blue, hanging the light to death. He now passed the arch and allowed himself to admire for the worth of it as the haven greeting him began to lighten up like a beehive of lanterns and lamps. So this is Liyue's treasured capital.

Banquets of houses and temples awestruck him from the bottom of his anticipations. The port as others described it, was even lager even from afar, and the buildings themselves had around three stories each. Some houses were taller than others, yet the largest one was the Golden House, a place where it’s said all the Mora in the world was mined and deposited at. Apart from those rumors and the observations he’s concluded while still a mile away from the estuary of the continental land, he couldn’t recognize any other construction that could shelter the one who’s been displayed on statues and who flicked around Ajax’s mind, Rex Lapis.

Maybe his residence wasn’t birthed in the capital. Yet that wouldn’t make sense unless there was another capital, which there surely wasn’t heard of. Was he at the Golden house, or at the Jade Chamber that winded above the city? No, the flowing abode was Ningguang’s property, and while she was the Tianquan of the Qixing, she probably reserved that place for her own self. Where the gossips of Morax’s existence just a scandalous lie to set optimism In the Liyueans hearts that hoped one day they could thank him for his gratitude and protection?

Nevertheless, Childe followed the path leading into the roots of the city. Now that his journey came to culmination, he had another minor dilemma. He had no roof above his head. Or at least, not yet. He could search for a hotel, but judging the appearances of each house and restaurant, he doubted the prices would go easy on him. Evening was settling in, whilst he expected the streets to be ruled by utter silence, the fuss was unreal. People all over the pavement dining, trading, chattering, gossiping, you name it. In Snezhnaya these would have totally been considered unusual and rather alarming, but here? Citizens had no such concept of endangerment.

There were several street performances that Ajax stopped by to admire as artists played with fire and the crowd went fierce with enjoyment around one another. Operas and shops were obliged to the public, spreading their welcoming arms to anyone.

Whilst everything was expensive, a good product came with a cavity in the wallet. However, it was worth every last drop of Mora.

The disguised Fatui Diplomat fought his way into the horde of locals and dashed up the stairway of a specific building that led him to a familiar entrance. The Northland Bank. As simple as it looked on the outside, blending perfectly into Liyue, the courteous and sophisticated it was on the interior. Everything was made of Nanmu wood, the mahogany tinge combined with details of red poles and accents of forest green all tied up together, dancing across the insides of the bank all tied up the aspects of wealth and prosperity.

Vlad, a close Fatui Diplomat was standing outside, as expected, guarding the bank from any mischiefs. He was a quiet and reserved type of guy. Participating in gatherings and anything related to the exterior of his comfort zone such as socializing and fitting in a group. The sentinel flinched at the loom of Tartaglia wearing his old uniform, but not later began to greet him.

“Lord Tartaglia, why, it’s such a relief to witness your arrival! Ekaterina and Andrei have been waiting inside for you” Vlad announced, trying to put up a smile but he surely wasn’t an expert at it. Pretending was one of his biggest dislikes, it kept plaguing him as he talked to the locals. Ajax shook his head as he opens the soaring doors of the bank.

Andrei, the manager approached him and, with his classic enthusiasm in his voice as he encountered daily costumers, basically rephrasing what the past diplomat just said, but in a more dedicated conduct. Ekaterina however, just stared at him from behind the reception’s desk, keeping her professionalism to a disquieting extent. Both were saluted by Childe, who slowly paced nearby them.

“As I’ve informed you through my letters, I’m confident you were able to find a job worthy to support me in this lavish city and perhaps a residence on the junction of it.” The harbinger’s voice echoed between the four walls, undeniably nourishing some fear into the carcasses standing in his reaching him.

“Liuli Pavillion is the leading establishment for Li-style cuisine, one of the most expensive diners with every bare meal ranging from prices above 100,000 Mora. Recently, their last patron has retired due to pressuring health issues. The least there is to do, is offer financial support, but if you are self-assured of a greater profit, sponsoring its customer service and quality. There is a rent-free small apartment where the precedent owner lived before rushed to a hospital in Sumeru. Since he’s covered the home for an entire year in advance and offered us the opportunity to find another patron in exchange for a house, is surely is a beneficial pact. We thought everything was in order of your plans.. Are you willing to sign this contract, Master Childe?” Ekaterina informed, as she pulled out the contract she was allocated with, that was prepared on her desk since this morning.

Childe put no though into it and accepted the offer. For him, money was but a number and now that he’ll be funding an expensive restaurant, there was more wealth to dwell his way. He read the contract in between the lines, as his fingers crawled onto the fountain pen provided by the receptionist as he necked the paper with his standard autograph. After that, Ekaterina pulled a bundle of keys, all connected by a sliver ring. One red key was of course, designated for his apartment, another one for Liuli Pavilion, and the last one for its ‘employees only’ rooms. He shoved the keys in his pockets as he attentively listened to Andrei’s directions towards his new apartment, leaving a pouch of almost 1 million Mora to go directly into the restaurant’s accounts.

Departing along with some farewell’s, Ajax was now sketching his way towards his new home, according to the set of guidelines he’s received from the bank manager. A left here, a right there, down the stairs, ‘go forwards for a while, and it’ll be facing you way across the street’. While it looked like any other building in the capital, the extravagant Liyuean yellow fan with mountain designs across it’s wind and a stylish clouds in front of it as well as the round windows at the second floor undoubtfully brought the complex into the public’s note. To his disappointment, his new home wasn’t located at the top of Liuli Pavilion, but more likely, beside it. There was a staircase on its left, connecting the dining complex to the actual apartment on the same side along with one of the red curved bridges in the air, that now Ajax was familiar with.

Exhaustion started kicking in, draining the sturdiness of his posture, now seeming like dead body consecrating for its grave miles away. As he reached the very top of the staircase and twisted the crimson key in its lock, the assassin was ushered by the sight of a very modest yet interesting interior. Just like how Ekaterina mentioned the dimension of the apartment, he was in the middle of the living room just as he entered the dull house and switching the lights on. Having a corner of the kitchen on its right, everything was then connected to a short hallway, bearing the doors of the bathroom and bedroom.

The living room itself was simple yet each furnishing was wisely chosen. A comfortable couch and two armchairs on each side, all under the dominance of a teal shade, a small coffee table across a rug similar to the one he’s seen at the Moon Inn, and cascades of curtains. Many paintings were choking the simplicity of the insipid walls, as well as many display cabinets of ancient vases. All of this was owing to Ajax’s expectations since the owner was barely drawn out of his home into a hospital bed.

The bedroom was smaller than the lounge yet the divan was spacious enough to fit two people, which meant he could roll over like boulder as much as he pleases without any pertinence injury of an unplanned fall. There were also two nightstands, both on each sides with a luxurious paper lamp. Not to mention the quiddity of a tapestry on one of the walls the bed was facing showcasing the Sea Of Clouds and sailing ships under the blackened plains of the night.

One side of him was adjusting to the reigning conditions of his new house whilst the other stretched upon many disagreements.

To begin with, he didn’t even await of his childish dream of running away to come true. While he missed his family to the point his heart felt like crying, he was also happy for himself, and also, positive towards a better life. Secondly, he practically took the old man’s home. Incontestably, this was enumerated in the list of terms of the contract, but Ajax still felt bad for it. It was unlikely of Childe or Tartaglia to experience such phenomenon, as both were mere puppets Ajax was manipulating to cover and oppose to his true self.

Before he even started to unpack his bag, he let his silhouette dive into the soft bed.

One of his arms extended towards the edge of his divan as his casual clothes were all still folded and intact. He pulled a grey blouse with some black pants, not too fancy but irrefutably brought comfort and nostalgia from his childhood. After his many attempts of taking off his uniform without the habit of throwing them on the floor like his younger siblings, he finally got dressed into his sleepwear, pulling the prepared blanket over his troupe and tucking it under his chin as warmness he had never faced gushed his body. That soup served him well, indeed, it ameliorated his stomach aches and now he was prepared to let himself limply fall and get caught by the hazy hours.

Citizens’ rumoring always traveled along the streets of Liyue Harbor. Since, at the corner of February, the Rite of Lanterns had its occurrence, the gossips bred like seeding plants. Locals and even foreigners bring news every way possible of Rex Lapis’ vanishing. Some claiming they have not seen his face in a decade worth of time and patience filled with optimistic wishes he’ll show up at traditional festivities.

Elder generations know his appearance well and recognize him whenever striding out of his hiding spots, but keeping discreet as it was Morax’s wish and only lowering their head with a subtle bow, which the emperor deeply respected.

Other than that, you can say he was rather a forgotten concept that people still worship. Storytellers passed through his and the Empire’s tales through people’s ears, artists gathered their skills to create pieces of historical events; one being the last Rite of Parting ten years ago, where Morax pleased the public with his presence, and now, each and any peer are looking forwards to the upcoming Lantern Rite.

The fête consisted of people furnishing Xiao lamps and letting them delicately flow in the cold winter breeze along the shores and sea of fish that surrounded the capital. It was a cultural event stirring after wars, each and every lantern with the goal of guiding the lost souls of the military and its leaders. Now the traditional approach was still in practice every year, as a way of gratifications towards the elder soldiers who fought for the country as well as writing their wishes for the near future.

III. Genesis of a Forming Thread

Doves of daylight slanted one’s head to the side, irritating his eyes and exhausting his skin with their boiling temperature. They plated his tangerine hair in gold, coating his cheeks in their reflection. His lashes moderately pulled away as they have been caressing his slightly darkened lids, exposing the two obscure and lifeless lakes that anyone could drown into their monotony. His forehead felt like tearing up cries of sweat along his brows, and his face flinched at the contact of the sun.

His body felt soaked under his clothes, let alone the blanket hovering over it, unleashing discomfort. Slender fingers traced onto the pallid coverlet, fending off its fevering touch, as he let out a exasperated yawn. His spine curled, as his clothed weak legs fell to the side of the bed, and with a small push from his strong forearms, he was now standing yet quivering from each joint.

Those same thorns bit into his shoulders and his abdomen yet again, after countless of days. Simple massaging wasn’t enough any longer, only painkillers fetched off his physical sorrow. It seemed like nothing of this was going to leave voluntarily soon. There was indeed a medical institute at the rims of Liyue –the Bubu Pharmacy- with an experienced doctor full of expertness and skills that, throughout the decade, has cured most likely each and every civilian of the Harbor and many patients from its outskirts. The assassin thought about withdrawing some time that day to pay a visit.

Now, however, he had to engage his hunger in a nutritious breakfast, and the provided fridge in his new home was empty, there wasn’t any choice but to leave the building and find some street food vendors. As he crawled back into yesterday’s clothing, the same Fatui Diplomat uniform, perfecting every wrinkle distracting the fabric from its formal look, and left his front door, he was abashed by the stray mornings.

It has been a week since his arrival, yet he couldn’t get along with the dawning agitation of the alley.

Merchants chanted from each path, dispelling their voice until their vocal chords lost their capability, citizens up so early, most of them nestled into near teahouses and gardens. Children were roaming freely onto the populated area, which wasn’t much of a amazement towards the lack of supervision given Liyue’s safety. Restaurant were reaching their full capacity since the birth of the day, afflicted by costumers, whilst the seas were already plagued by hives of enormous ships, all full of materials and resources. The cadaverous snow glazing the porch and pines was now melting by the Liyuean candlelit as locals yelled at the once calming silence of his homeland.

Ajax made room for a short sigh that relieved his chest as he tried coping with the idea of having to awaken due to the fever and loud chatter surrounding him. As his head descended along the russet steps, entering the inhabited boulevards, he began looking around for a particular smell that drew his appetite towards it. After pacing around Feiyun Slope for about ten minutes, a string of smells drained from Liuli Pavilion and Xinyue Kiosk, both ruling restaurants with high prices. Since he preferred to be a bit short on money for today until his investor terms flourished, he settled for a breakfast stall that mostly served national delicacies such as Jianbing and dumplings.

Lucky enough, the chef was aware he was not from this country and recommended him two Bao buns; a simple sweetened one and another filled with red bean. His other masks beneath Ajax cringed at how childish he was, but at the same time, they would’ve bought those two desserts as well. He took a bite out of the red bean one, gasping at its flavor and lusting for more, then went to the other one. Both truly exceeded his expectations.

Now, he was on his way to pay a visit to the staffs of Liuli Pavilion. Upon entering the opulent building, he was met by a chef and a waiter who rushed to the entrance as soon as they spotted his figure in the windows.

“Master Childe, what a pleasant opportunity meeting you at the yawn of the day!” the chef approached him with a slight smile and a formal bow in spite of his casual appearance. Good. At least they are aware of who they are speaking with. Childe grimaces a subtle nod in the embarrassed secrecy before engaging them in a small chat about the restaurant’s status.

“Everything has been going well this past week ever since your thoughtful donations. Costumers have undyingly sprouted near our avenue, most of them being well-respected lawyers and business people who have always applauded the excellence of our food. There will be nothing for you to worry of. Since we have placed orders of ingredients from Jueyun Karst and other regions in Liyue, and with the progress of our chefs adapting a new recipe, we expect more profit.” One of the employees informed with such arrogance similar to a Harbinger’s that truly absorbed the Snezhnayan.

After a cord of unimportant details about the restaurant’s costumer service, which Ajax endured, he was now climbing the swell of stairs leading towards Bubu Pharmacy, as promised. In pursuit of his efforts, the Fatui Harbinger was spoiled with the panoramic view of the houses stretched in Liyue’s quarters. Admiring for what seemed hours, he turned to the empty reception, and gawked around the pharmacy until someone showed up. He heard a small portion of steps that made him flinch and turn his head. No one was there. He approached the table where a petite figure of a child appeared, looking up at him with the innocence of his siblings.

“Erm, is there a doctor around here..?” Ajax mumbled as Qiqi, the receptionist, eyed him with the same pair of dead eyes he was cursed with. Another figure peeked into the display behind her, a tall man with unusual green beryl long hair that traced along his back, a pair of glasses reflecting his tired, sickened bronze eyes, and a white snake clinging on his neck. I accept death than attesting whatever is going on in this pharmacy.

“Good evening, I assume you have a prescription?” he hums as he patted Qiqi’s shoulder, indicating for her to go to the storage room. Something about the merciless gesture warned the red head of the evoking of a few suspicions.

“I’m afraid not. I was hoping you could provide me some painkillers.” Childe keeps his composure from questioning the poor doctor what this amusing brutality is about.

“Painkillers…?” the doctor’s gaze flew onto the other’s body, analyzing him as his eyes narrowed. He was certainly taken aback by the visit of a Fatui Diplomat. “Could you shed some light onto your symptoms?”

“Abdominal, stomach pain mostly. Accompanied by back, neck and shoulder aches but those are just the remains of past injuries that probably aggravated over time as I have not sought medical remedies apart for some painkillers.” Childe released what sounded like a documented speech

“I see… the reason for your cervical and thoracic pain must be due to an infection, I can prescribe some medical herbs for you to apply on your injuries. Now about the abdominal ache… is it also due to an untreated wound?” The Harbinger nodded, a bit enraged by the omission of not mentioning it during his details concerning his warning signs.

“For that, I’ll need a thorough surveillance. It might be something more complicated than a harmless ‘stomach ache’. Since medical visits and observations are only available on Fridays, I suggest coming by then. For now, you can use the same remedy to enclose the abdominal pain, but if it’s short termed, I’m afraid it is much worse.” At this Childe raised a brow. Maybe the doctor wanted to lure him into something. Maybe he was sent by the Tsaritsa to hunt him down or perhaps he just was too stubborn to realize he was a bit concerned.

“Then I will return on Friday... About those plants, what are they and how much do I need to cover?”

“Lotus Roots. Found near bodies of water, mostly next to Dihua Marsh and it is a staple when it comes to Wangshuu Inn’s recipes. I think 20 stems will be enough for now. As for the pricing, we do not charge much for these, since they can be picked out by hand. Now in terms of quality, ours are far more different from wild ones as they have been under the nurturing of their required soil and temperature. So I’d say around 200,000 Mora.” Dr. Baizhu informed, with a shrouded smug at the corner of his calm smirk. Childe frowns for a slight second but since he already saw past his obnoxious price, he left the money and went back home with his hands full.

At least, he’s got what he’s been trying to lure for months now. But he wasn’t entirely sure some simple plants as Lotus Roots could help such suffering. Speaking of which, that soup he’d ate during his short stay at Wangshuu Inn contained that plant. Afterwards he was given a break from the stomachache, but not enough to last the whole day. Perhaps, if he ate large portions every single day, such faces of pain would just be a shard of the past.

Upon his arrival home, he quickly torn of his jacket and scrabbled the medicinal plants in his hands, trying to figure out a way to spread them on their wounds. Would a compression of them tightened up and secured by bandages be effective? Or did he need to suppress them and somehow crumble them into a powder and scrub it on his skin during showers? It’s not like Baizhu pointed out any possibility of how he was supposed to ‘apply them on his injuries’ so I guess the list of techniques went on and on in a lapse for ages.

Ajax took one of the stems and thought of what must be the more efficient use over another. Guiding his hand through the depths of his pants’ pocket, a small dagger was now gripped by his steady palm, as he let it slide into the tan shell of stem, dividing even cuts and revealing the flower looking pattern in its center, he pinched the slice and began rubbing it on one of his shoulder’s injuries. A big wound carved by a spear, he remembered the moment all too well. Without spiraling into too much context, an opponent from a past battle caught him by surprise behind his back and took advantage of his exhaustion that squeezed his attentive reflexes.

The cold yet refreshing stroke of the plant against his skin surely relieved some the stress that area was suffocated by. So he went on and on, caressing his damaging scars with the purity of the lotus. Now that boulders have eradicated from his spine, he moved onto his abdomen where a large bruised wound slumbered. The coolness he’s encountered earlier was nowhere to be found. So perhaps, what he was looking at was an internal defection, just as the doctor’s concerns reached. He sighed and stored the last of the lotus roots into the fridge before he massacred the bed’s smooth couverture.

After two days of lingering around the Northland Bank, plus paying some charity visits to Liuli Pavilion’s chefs and waiters, and also taking walks around the Harbor, mostly around the ports guiding the sea, Ajax couldn’t help but notice something missing. This was indeed what he had wanted for a long time, but he didn’t expect to feel like he betrayed his own self. Leaving his family like that, his homeland, his house. The Tsaritsa. He swore his life into her cold yet primitive hands, and now he had escaped through one of the gasps of her fingers. A traitor now living miles away from his home, wandering around foreign meadows and fields. If he had the ability to, he would’ve never left Snezhnaya At the same time, however, being aware of his lethargic state and momentary amity nudging his skin, he wasn’t putting up a grudge against that decision.

Just a few worries barged into his temples before he wiped them off with the back of his hand.

Even after his visit at the pharmacy went mediocre and Friday was five turns away, the remedy perks of lotus roots managed to hold the pain back like a stubborn dog. At least, he was content about his recovering despite it being quite sluggish and uneventful. Every once and then his mind leaped forwards to the thought of lashing out at pedestrians and obliterating their reminiscences and harmless presences, but he managed to tame it down, with the same saying over and over again.

He was now dodging the shrieking turmoil of the busy streets. No matter where he went, everyone’s voice rasped his ears. As Ajax was walking down the streets, he found himself approaching a calmer face of Liyue, as he was returning from the docks that skinned his time. The Adventure's Guild was on his right as he passed a blacksmith, and a few street food vendors were busy on his left as he approached what appeared to be a more monotonous district.

A large building known as the Third-Round Knockout was saluting his gaze as he observed his surroundings. Peeking into his knowledge, upfront was a bridge guiding towards Liuli Pavilion and his house, both now pounded by loud merchants. Right next to the path was an Alchemy station. On several visits to the capital of Snezhnaya, he encountered many, and he was aware of their ability to advance science. Now what truly made his eyes gasp in awe was a undersized stall that treasured many unseen ores. The seller was now negotiating with a fellow man, but after making a number of observations, he felt inclined to retract that claim.

A tall man, with broad shoulders and a thin waist wrapped in a luxurious sepia suit that reached his tibia. Displayed proudly on his back was Liyue’s Geo Symbol, representing its mountain terrains. A small white chain reamed out from his sides connected to a small tiger’s eye jewel on the back of his coat which was painted by many designs in the dominant shades of white and umber dimmed by black along with a few accentuating golden verges. The cuffs of his sleeves coated in the same dark nuance as his gloves who modestly wore a minimalistic ring on his thumb. A river of dark silk soared from the back of his head. His brunette hair was short, layered and framing the front and sides, whilst his back was long up to his hips and tied up in a neatly flowing affluent, gilt edged on the tips of the thin strands. His posture reeked full etiquette, and the small gestures of his wrists and the adjustments of his foothold proved he was no ordinary rich person.

Could it possibly be… Ajax susurrated under his breath as a smirk pouring out of fulfilment pinched his cheeks upon the realization. The puzzle pieces were lacing into each other. He has never seen someone wearing such symbols on their body, or the elegance of his gesticulates as he spoke. Not to mention the whole appearance that stood out in each corner of Liyue’s statues. It’s factual that he hasn’t seen not a single peak of his face, but even without that, evidences have been congregated.

The assassin paced closer, overhearing on their conversation out of pure amusement. “I’ll have one of the Nephrite Jades, it is a rare ornamental stone used in carvings, beads, or cabochon cut gemstones found in the ribs of Cuijue Slope’s mines. It would be such a devastation not to buy…” The owner of the deep and soothing voice informed. Something about the way he talked made Ajax feel completely under the wing of mild ecstasy, under a waterfall drowning him in the purest waters.

“I must say I am honorably pleased to know there are costumers like you who document themselves. Since Nephrite Jades take days to find, the only ones I have on display are the two right here. Price of one will be nearing around 900,000” The merchant replies, aiming his index at two mossy stones at the corner of the table, both seated over a lesser piece of red fabric to avert any damage.

“I’m afraid the price thou bestowed is more privileged than the quality of the stone itself.” To this, the trader’s brows lackadaisically curtailed over his glance. “These unsaturated mossy colors of both stones are not even close to the ones good quality. They are nor translucent nor smoothly textured. I advise you reduce your conventional pricing, and we will bound a deal.” His words were wealth itself, and his observations as precise and sharp as the point of a needle.

The seller’s facial features petrified, but upon just a blink, his appearance looked defeated. “I see you’re no ordinary costumer. Well then, I will not lower the price as your statement gave me a better suggestion to offer. I will sell both to you for 900,000 Mora. Will such provoke your interest?”

Morax’s arms folded over his chest as he gave some time to the agreement. It seemed a fair trade, considering the one he was proposed with. “Very well.” His right hand seeked to his pants’ pocket for a bag of Mora yet to his surprise, all his structured fingers could grasp was the inside’s fabric. His gaze put on an alarmed feature, the corner of his lips dipper downwards slightly as his brows furrowed. “It seems I have forgotten my wallet…”

At that, Ajax had the nerve to struggle in a chuckle in his gut. The whole scene was a good way to sneak into the Emperor’s liking. This way, if he manages to form a thread between them, it would be unlikely of the Tsaritsa finding out his whereabouts. Plus, since this version of Rex Lapis seems so deeply informed in everything, he could gather some knowledge and gain a better reputation than one of a disclosed Fatui Diplomat. He stepped in, as both their voiced became louder.

“Then I’m afraid the trade will not be av-“ his words were disrespectfully cut of by a foreign voice, one so vibrant yet reserved for further ruse.

“Pardon my disruption. I couldn’t help but overhear your little negotiation and I must admit I’m quite impressed by your deduction skills, Mister...?” Childe came up on stage, glaring right at the reigning himself.

His face was pale, chiseled in a pearly nuance. The irises reminded him of the Sun at dawn, umber and burning like gold under its flocks of light. His lips were thin, his eyes were narrow and crescent as their shape was accentuated by strokes of vermilion on the bottom edge’s, a sign voicing prosperity and prominent status. Along his right ear cascaded an earring, one consisting of the finest craftsmanship, stressed by a pearl and other meticulous beads. His nose was long and slim, his jaw was smooth and sculpted, and his thin lashes were pouring over his eyes.

“Zhong Li.” The stern lips parted away in hesitance. Something nudged Ajax that this was a terrible, back-firing situation to lead himself into without any means of rethinking everything before firing his bullets.

“Mister Zhong Li. I’d like to offer full coverage over your expenses for these two stones.” A grin managed to escape his once professional expression, arching the corners of his lips into a malicious twist, completely giving off the improper appearance of a Harbinger. Zhong Li’s brows seamed into his nose bridge with mistrust and a meager palate of precaution as his neck harshened in a tensioned shrug.

“I cannot possibly trouble you into this. I am proficient of returning once I’ve sought my wallet.” His pearlescent face lessened in a gentle, calming mask, one which couldn’t hoax Childe into its deception. He was sure he has triggered some vigilant reactions, but he was willing to soothe them in faiths it would profit his welfare in the future. If he had Zhong Li- Morax on his side, the Tsaritsa could not harm him into the Fatui’s bloodthirsty lures. Therefore, he had the opportunity to adjust the curves and lows of his life, with just a profound friendship. And he could probably shake off the sour taste of loneliness that has been itching his tongue ever since his siblings’ departure.

“It’s not any trouble, since I am offering. By the time you’ll get back, I’m assuming the deal will be off the table..” at the last bit of his sentence, his eyes stringed into the merchant’s who nodded in a gulping manner. The surrounding air became like a brick in everyone’s lungs, weighing their body downward, much like being under the suffocation unsheathed by the waves of the Sea of Clouds. Zhong Li let out a long sigh, in a defeated comportment.

“Very well. But If I may inquire the reasoning behind your generous actions, Master…?” the taller man’s narrow eyes guested a primitive cloak over his gaze, one which relaxed moderately. His face lightened, now seeming a porcelain veil, the center of Ajax’s quintessence as he handed over a pouch of Mora wrapped in red velvet and tied neatly with a small piece of wool thread. His looks sparked more of a deity's than an Emperor’s.

“Childe, call me Childe” he pleaded, in a smug manner. Now the merchant’s hands were gloved as they wrapped each stone in leather to avoid damage on his way home, placing both into a small bamboo basket. “There’s no reasoning behind my honest actions. I’m merely trying to offer help in exchange for, perhaps, companionship. As you can probably deduce, I’m nor Liyuean nor born in this region. I find it quite difficult at times to orientate myself around the country’s culture –which was a big, fat lie he pulled out of his sleeve as his hidden card – and I would appreciate if someone of your intellect could chaperon me through the arts and traditions. Consider this a contract and I will not ask you to pay me back” Childe connected each words, precisely sewing them in place as they rolled off his tongue like a silk fabric.

The word “contract”, of course, peeled Zhong Li’s interests as he was known throughout legends of his utter compulsion towards signing a fair deal. But this one seemed like an utter mockery. Companionship over two Jades he could’ve bought for the original price of 900,000 each as it caused no scar to his fortune was a trade only an amateur in the world of Contracts could arrange. Despite this, however, he could gather more information about the Fatui Diplomat’s identity, and also hack into the Tsaritsa’s deeds and plans through him.

Even though the Snezhanayan Empress declared peace with Morax, she was still after his land. Each and every once in a while a long threatening-sounding letter arrived at his hands suggesting it would be “for the better of both countries” if Rex Lapis gave up his Liyue into the arms of the Tsaritsa. As promising as a pact of hers ever sounded, Zhong Li would have never gave up his nation, his people, its culture, to an ignorant being such as her Imperial Empress. And he had prepared himself throughout his life to offer every inch of his flesh to protect the Harbor and its other regions.

The basket was now sustained by the brunette’s long forearms, against his stomach. Now that both were retreated to a more seclusion filled corner of the square, Ajax got the chance to observe the front of his suit. A white cravat lingering tightly by the collar of his black shirt underneath, with, of course, Liyue’s symbol all over. The suit’s maw presented the subtle details of his light grey vest around his torso, enclosed by three silver clips of such weird design as two lozenges connected by a bridge. Also, the cloak of the suit was portioned in four long pieces, the front two both were the same shade as Cor Lapis, both having designs of a dragon’s corpse uncarved in their simplicity. His pants were unpretentious and held no straining designs yet his shoes consisted of a pair of expensive leather loafers.

“I’ll consider it. May our agreement be as solid as stone.”

Childe internally chuckled at the last bit, finding it threatening yet promising and respected. There was yet another silence isolating both of them from each other. “I’m assuming you know any worthy restaurant chains in Liyue..?” The Fatui Harbinger began with a slight cough whilst Ajax was a cursing typhoon, his regrets sweating uncontrollably, yet at the same time, he was willing to build progress and trust towards Zhong Li’s high and unsatisfied standards. The older man nodded with such delicacy and courtesy he has never witnesses not even from the Tsaritsa herself.

“If you prefer street food, Wanmin Restaurant is one of my finest suggestions. I dine there very often as i know the chef’s cooking style perfectly. However, if you’re drawn to more sophisticated restaurants, I recommend Liuli Pavilion.”

So I suppose we will see each other very often during my visits there.. Childe’s eyes widened a bit. It would also be a great start to invite him somewhere.

“How about I delight you to a dinner at Liuli Pavilion around seven? Say on Thursday since I am off booked? My treat.”

“I must admit I appreciate your sincere kindness very much. I’ll look forward to a fruitful dinner with you, Master Childe.” Zhong Lipulls the corner of his own lips upwards in a relaxed manner. He surely didn’t expect such an approach from a Fatui Diplomat, or rather he should have said, a Fatui Harbinger. Childe’s words and the way he practically slurred out each phrase in his elevated ego didn’t fit the attributes of a simple assassin. He was more skilled and it totally washed onto his face and stance. Was this the beginning of Liyue’s corruption? Was this a threat implied by the Tsaritsa? Or perhaps, this so called “Childe” was truly sincere. Before jumping into powerful and exaggerated conclusions, he had to go past Thursday and prove whether the foreigner before him was a speaker of truth, or a walking abomination. At any rate, he will most likely ask the Millielith to be more observant of the streets’ activities and outside the country and hand in a report each week. And he will not, under any circumstances, let his guard fall behind.

After the tension with holding their bodies away as finally been cracked upon their silent goodbye's and a series of "looking forward to our next meeting", Ajax finally had the chance to breathe without any pressure stabbing his tightened chest.

Zhong Li's presence evoked his heart cords to be pulled apart one by one by his own knuckles. He experienced horrible throbs that day, all directed towards his forehead as he followed to bridge leading to his apartment. A slight drop of dopamine pulled his lips into the gentle embrace of a smile. At least now, he wouldn't feel strangled by segregation and homesick. But he couldn't help but notice how distant yet appreciative the brunette was. At some point, it was as if Childe was but a prey under his golden eyes, yet at the same time, he was watched over in an interesting way.

Maybe Zhong Li found his presence in Liyue threatening and he had accepted his invitation only to make sure no harm would lay it's branches over his beloved country. And so be it, Ajax was more than accepting of a challenge if it meant to gain his trust. After all, he did this for himself.

If  the Tsaritsa has already noticed his disappearance upon her last meetings with the other Harbingers, she probably would've thought at first that he was gone for a mission. Afterwards, if the assassin heed not returned under her chin, many investigations would take birth that very moment. Tartaglia assumed it would take about three months for her lieutenants to search each alcove of every village and town to only realize he was one with the breeze. Then, she would probably assume he went in Mondstad, who will soon become yet another embellished scrap of Snezhnaya. She will probably conduct multiple inspection in each country her men wandered.

After all, he had no idea what was taking place behind his trails, in his hometown, his siblings, everything. It was probably best to extradite himself from anything regarding his mistake on planning this arrival in Liyue. He was a Fatui Harbinger, the Eleventh, he was supposed to fight any hostility he encountered yet here he was, running away like a weakling. Was he really that weary of his last pages of his life that he had to write a letter, secure it in a bottle and bury it in its grave?

Well, now this was a sentiment he had to bury as well. But firstly, he had to slaughter it in order to shove it in a coffin. It snatched away hours of sleep at night, and the rich appetite he had entered the Harbor with. Will it take him away as well? Back to his old life? Will it begin to bite aggressively into his limbs and body until he couldn't crawl away anymore?

He sighed, once again, congesting the softness of his bed. It was such an unusual inkling. It began slowly spreading through the chamber of his thoughts like rheumy ink slathered onto thin paper. Needless to say, he needed a distraction. Desperately.

And so one came, after a day of absence onto the buzzing streets, Thursday shone brighter than any day he's lived in the land of Fairness. He looked at the small clock on his bedside as it wared him the sun was barely coming out of its hiding. Ajax's throat lessened, allowing his head to slide onto the pillow. His awakening was relatively earlier than other days. Could it be he waited for a moment like this to happen? A segment of him would agree. The other, though, would say his future meeting with Zhong Li at the languorous state of the sky was going to be only a few meaningless moments he was going to profit after during his stay in Liyue.

The real question was, why was he already assuming the dine would go swimmingly? Zhong Li could easily to attack him while he was unarmed. But that wouldn't happen, would it? He just met the other's eyes, let alone have a more insignificant conversation. Zhong Li had no idea about him being a Harbinger, yet Ajax has confirmed evidence of the other's worshipped status.

At some point he felt like he wanted to just stay home and explain he was feeling sick. But he had to presence himself. Even if Zhong Li's intuitions were to trounce the assassin, Tartaglia could reap a good fight.

The incisions of torpidity lashed out at his abdomen, each muscle felt numb. He had to hibernate his energy and keep it from leaking through the cracks of his foolish self. He tightened the lids of his eyes, prohibiting the sun's blooming peonies. The light felt tiring, yet just like Zhong Li's glance fixated upon his. Irritating yet so profound.

Surely, things will go according to plan, right? They'll just eat - with Childe covering for their expenses - and talk throughout the insomniac reticence and gain knowledge about him, engaging into his own private life so that perhaps, if he's open about his deeds, the other will gain trust. It was mandatory for him to be sure he's retained from the Fatui.

If his adamant thoughts hadn't swelled his peace, he wouldn't lurch in such position. Seeking protection and a bond from Liyue's leader was such a dismayed and hopeless thing to do.

He portrayed himself as a chicken having each of its feathers plucked out one by one each day. In the end everything will be exposed, the foul and frail flesh. All he had to do, was put on a mantle over his disclosed skin and remain composed.

Ten more minutes until Childe was expected to show up at the entrance of Liuli Pavilion. Instead of wearing his jacket, he's figured it'd be better to wander off only wearing the crimson shirt across his torso and rolled up it's sleeves to his elbows. In such a paced and distressed occurrence he slips into his boots which he had prudently soaked in a body of water a few clocks ago. He trotted around the apartment for his keys and drove his perch outside and down the stairs. He ensured not a single pearl of sudor smeared his composed face, and his hair wasn't as messy and out of place. 

As he arrived in the valley of his neighboring street. He looks left and saw the oddly familiar silhouette. Despite each day looking the same, Zhong Li always appeared more and more solemn. His eyes slide towards Childe as he makes his way next to him, before saluting him. 

"I hope I have not made you wait long." The red head remarks, as his palm reached the back of his neck, and a sly grin ghosted his face. Zhong Li's appearance is still as dense and strained as their last and first meeting. He surely had no idea how to hide his body language, as Ajax could read each gesture like a book. 

"Not at all. In fact, I had made my arrival a few moments before you showed up." In contrast of his untrained ability of controlling his gestures, his voice spoked assiduously, holding a blank and neutral emphasis not even the Fatui Harbinger could decipher. "Shall we?" Childe nodded as Zhong Li opened the door for both of them to set foot in the restaurant. Just then, the staff rushed hurriedly towards them. 

"Master Childe, we are so honored to see you well and willing to visit. Ah, and Master Zhong Li! How can we help you both?" The same waiter as last time greeted them with an awfully genuine smile Tartaglia despised. 

"Just one of your best rooms." Childe said, biting the insides of his lips throughout that whole sentence in annoyance. Since when will the staff quit being so casual around him? He was a Harbinger, after all.

The shorter man before the two nodded as he went to check if the chamber was available for service as the both followed behind him. The room lacked of other citizens, so the pair take a seat at the table in the center of the room, at each end of the rectangular table, facing each other. 

"You never mentioned about being a regular here" Childe stroked a conversation he wished to lengthen thoroughly in the course of their diner and the recess of them picking out their meals off the menu placed right underneath their gazes. 

"Neither did you, although you still queried about my suggestion regarding restaurants in Liyue." Zhong Li quirked a brow at him as his eyes arose above the menu, piercing in Childe's.

"You've gotten the wrong impression here, I'm afraid. I've never dined here nor do I hold knowledge about the food served here. I am merely funding the restaurant in the absence of the former patron who, unfortunately, is under medical observations. It seemed the right thing to do to aid the poor staff." The red haired informed, glancing back and forth at the menu, stupefied by the lack of words he could understand. The Liyuean characters yet again tangled his mind again into a tight knot. What's with the lack of translation in this country... don't tell me the staff thinks I’m familiar with this abomination of a language. How can locals even memorize every word? 

Zhong Li hummed in response, rewriting each word the foreigner spoke in his mind. His eyes traced onto his menu as well, flipping the pages with the touch of his fingerprints to the more expensive and delicious meals he always desired to pursue. After he's selected a dish that esteemed his curiosity, his head turned to the other, who was rather, trying his best to not panic.

"Is something the matter?" His deep voice breached Childe's calamitous contemplation. 

"Each word of this menu is in Liyuean..." the Harbinger explained after a moment of delay, sorting his mind and debating whether he should reveal the slightest bit of vulnerability towards Morax. Truthfully, he didn't want a sequel to what had happened at Wangshuu Inn. 

"Ah, I see. A fallacy on my behalf for expecting otherwise judging the fact you're most likely Snezhnayan." Childe's lips pressed against each other tightly, another aspect which Zhong Li observed attentively. The absence of clatter had it's impact on both of them, a chain tightly wrapped onto their throat. The older man already guessed the question Ajax was attempting to elucidate in his mind, and wasted no second for him to elaborate. 

"Ginger hair is uncommon in any other country other than Snezhnaya. I deduced your heritage surveying your appearance." His words were sincere, weighing such certitude no one could defy. Childe's grimace diluted into a quiet chuckle. The clenching pressure he felt on his shoulders was slowly being relieved into the chamber. 

"Your assumptions are fairly correct.." his lips trembled a mutter, pausing for a bit so the next lines he voiced won't sound like he had planned them ever since the two entered their room. "Would you mind ordering for me? You can choose anything on the menu, I don't mind." 

Zhong Li agreed as his eyes flung across the long queues of maximalist characters, dancing across what he thought would interest a "typical" Snezhnayan. Given the waiter summoning into the surrounding four walls, the Liyuean spoken by the taller man humbled the silence. As both the menus were retrieved, Childe had to come up with some conversation start. After all he threw himself in the pit. Zhong Limust've found it uncanny for a Fatui Diplomat to greet him in the market place and invite him to dine at one of the priciest restaurants he's ever encountered. The saying of defense to any stubborn action he ever accomplished rained in his gut. I saw the opportunity, I seized it. Can't be helped. 

"So, Mister Zhong Li, tell me a bit about yourself." 

Apparently, Morax had a different life as far as Ajax's expectations went. He was a consultant at Wangsheng Parlor and often wandered the Harbor's streets, specifically teahouses and squares belabored by the trading industry. He was mostly interested in arts, and here their chatter began developing into a brief yet detailed history about Liyue's operas and theatres. Needless to say, Zhong Li held the knowledge of a thousand. His memory reached realms of countless passages rigorously, as he held Intel for each question Childe put his mind into. 

The discussion was about Liyue's traditions and festivals, some that are in practice and some that people gave up on. Each year and detail were twirling in the air. Now just as yet another silence stepped in the landscape, a few figures holding trays covered with plates and pairs of chopsticks engulfed in sight.

Before Childe's eyes was a bowl full of what Zhong Li described as Chongqing noodles. The bowl itself was a piece of true opulence, thin and a hand painted shell with golden roots of clouds and a draconic delineation grazing on it's surface like a firefly in night's gullet. The plain noodles were gowned in the spicy fragrance of chilies and powerful seasoning , freshly minced green onions and steaming aromas bathed into the lard and soy sauce. On his right was his greatest menace. The two perfectly aligned round and pointy pillars. Chopsticks, again...

Just as the evening was unfolding cursively, he was forcefully about to make a fool of himself.
He picked the two sticks and clenched them into a fist as he looked in front of his, as Zhong Li was eating effortlessly with them. To his surprise, the brunette had also ordered Chongqing noodles for some reason. His hand was holding the utensils like a feather, and he ate like a true aristocrat.
Ajax's eyes tightened in concentration as he attempted to mimic the other's grip on the chopsticks, failing.

"Are you unfamiliar with chopsticks? The grip you're preforming is much alike to holding a knife" Childe looked down in quelling obsolete, nodding as his hands were now moisturizing his pants with their saltwater. A few hushing movements and stern footsteps along with what sounded as the legs of the chair on his right to be pulled away from it's previous placement, Zhong Li was now seated beside him with his bowl under his nose and chopsticks in hand. Now that he had the opportunity to glance closer, even the smallest grains of salt were etched into the composition. His eyes were sharper but held the essence of acceptance, the apple of his cheeks were pointy yet coated in a nacreous dust as his lips were accentuated by plum. His usual dark silk suit yet again was mantled on his pale skin without any crease whatsoever. The sublimity of his reflection was injected into one's fading words, as he glanced to the other like he hallowed the rousement of the sky's gold and serpentine shore.

"The first chopstick is held by the flesh between your thumb and index, as well as the side of your ring finger. Then, the other, under your thumb's pressure, is clasped between the index and middle." Zhong Li added as he demonstrated before Childe's drowsy eyes. The Harbinger paid no scrutiny to his instructions as he learned by eye. Yet again like a reflection to its mirror, his hand burlesqued the other's with affirming nods. It's reached out for a string of noodles, resulting in a minor splash of the silky soup, as they collapsed instantly.

"Your grip is too harsh. Chopsticks are like fountain pens, to an extent amount of pressure, their muzzle lose control over the ink strokes. With practice and forbearance, I'm certain you'll master this skill."

With the lack of doubt, Zhong Li must have predicted that Fatui Diplomats are firmly able to procure composure. He was wrong. Childe, no, Tartaglia would have been better off dueling against the whole Millelith than rubbing the mint by learning how to use these 'cursed' tools. At a steady pace, however, he began to get the gist of it, managing the bare minimum.

The dinner was more than exquisite. The odor of freshly brewed jasmine tea Zhong Li fancied and his soothing presence basked the once intoxicated breeze. Ajax shared a few experiences from the past with his family that mainly drifted towards Snezhnayan culture, which the older man sank into, listening carefully. The other cognates from any topic into a historic lecture, which Childe couldn't be bothered by in the slightest. Actually, he was more than satisfied to witness a conversation where he can speak freely without any remorse pulling his hair. Whilst there was a vague hesitation courted in Zhong Li's words, the Snezhnayan only assumed it was due to the hazarded course of events.

After both ceased noshing and the exaggerated price was paid, their figures sneaked into the streets.

"I'll have to admit I was taken aback by your generosity, yet dining with you was truly a jaded chain to one's jewelry."

His words never disappointed to flatter. Though steamed in devotion, Zhong Li's eyes were unfazed just like the wry smile he donned. Ajax assumed it was due to his profession, and had no other path to undergo yet to accept it.

After a subtle exchange of glances, Childe offered to accompany the other on his way home. Of course, the dark haired man respectfully protested considering it's not a far walk from here as Wangsheng Parlor nested his apartment on the second floor of the complex, but the assassin assured the other it's no trouble. The pair drenched into the loud sidewalks, as lanterns above their heads guided their way and the crescent moon simmered the dimming shadows sprawled onto the meadows.

Zhong Li's eyes and tips of his silk hair were now of a burning shade of an apricot, his coat rolling surges as his shoes knocked on the pavement just like droplets clashing on roofs from the neglected sapphire yonder.
Everything was so uncanny. Life took a turn for a divine abode.

"Thank you for walking me home. I'll be hoping to seeing you around town. Perhaps for another dinner."

The gates clenched its jaws before him, thus the crescent dissolved with his frown and one dragged his thorns