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In the Nation of Hydro, it was midday as the citizens went about their day, business as usual. The Iudex sitting high on his seat above the courtroom, Fontaines most beloved celebrity watching from her throne with intrigue on how this trial would end, the champion duelist standing by her side. The Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide was taking care of some rowdy prisoners while the nurse cleaned up her infirmary, sighing as the trouble makers were brought inside. On the streets, a magician and his assistant were performing nearby the Cafe Lutece while a reporter went around, in search of a fresh story to tell. In the waters around Salacia Plain, a young man was diving, quietly enjoying the experience of being submerged as he went to work. In Poisson, the Spina di Rosula’s beloved leader was on her way to her father’s grave alongside her two trusted companions. In Snezhnaya, in the Zapolyarny Palace, The Knave was headed off to her orphanage through the forest, the snow crunching beneath her feet, having finished her business within the Palace.

That is, that is what they were doing before something alarming happened to them. At once, all of them disappeared. The Iudex vanished in front of the audience, who, when they turned to look at their Archon for answers, noticed that she, too, was gone, alongside the duelist. This caused panic to set in, but the Opera Epiclese was not the only place affected by this bizarre occurrence.

The magician, who was in the middle of pulling something out of his hat, disappeared in tandem with his sister. At first, the crowd thought it was just an elaborate trick, but, as seconds passed, concern started to set in, and eventually their small audience determined that this wasn’t part of the show, someone going off to find a member of the Gardes or Marechaussee Phantom for help.

The prisoners who were to be treated were briefly confused when the conversation that the melusine and Duke were holding suddenly cuts off. When one looks over, their beloved nurse and the administrator are no longer there. Deciding that, in order for the fortress to function they need their Duke, one of the prisoners in the infirmary decides to report the incident to one of the gardes nearby. 

Elsewhere, the diver was no longer beneath the sea as was the journalist, who startled the man she was questioning as she vanished. The Demoiselle’s disappearance greatly worried her companions, who immediately went to search for her. With the Harbinger, there were no witnesses to her disappearance. Only when she was not heard of hours later did minor concern rise within the Fatui.

In a room, not unlike the Opera Epiclese, if considerably smaller, the people who vanished suddenly appear. Surprise quickly set in as they take in their new surroundings. It’s not a large space, only being about a third of the size of the Opera Epiclese’s stage and seating, the ratio of which is about equal to that of the Opera. However, where it does vary from the beloved stage is the lack of the Judge’s seat and Oratrice Mecanique D’Analyse Cardinal. Additionally, there is no place for a defendant nor prosecutor, this room clearly is meant solely for performances. Oddly, though, is a large, black, rectangular object where the Oratrice would sit, the object being wider than it is tall. None in the room recognised it, although they were more focused on their current predicament than what the room consisted of.

“What..?” Lady Furina whispers out before quickly regaining her usual theatrics, “Who dare’s kidnap me, the God of Justice!?” She shouts, a hand on her chest and the other on her hips. “Show yourself!”

The others in the run, namely Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, glance over to The Knave, who, having seen their looks, gives them one in return. Not many in the room noticed this silent exchange, and the one who did notice saying nothing.

However odd the circumstances, Charlotte decided that she should do that which she is best at, reporting. Taking up her camera, she snaps a picture of the room, putting the photograph away once it develops. Then, she runs up to the subject she’s never even so much as had a passing glance at but for so long wishes she could interview.

“Your Grace!” The reporter says, pulling out her notepad in anticipation. “Could I interest you in an interview? I’ve just been dying for this opportunity!” The Duke, oddly enough, was not particularly caught off guard by this sudden request.

“Ah, hello. Now, I do feel our current… Circumstances are much more pressing than an interview, hmm?” Wriothesley says, folding his arms across his chest as he talks. Nearby, Clorinde and Navia share a glance before Navia turns away with a huff, in turn, Clorinde opts to glance down at the ground before returning to her previous preoccupation, searching for an exit.

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” The small melusine, Sigewinne, says, hurrying up to him. “Do you know where we are?” She says in a slight panicked tone, looking around.

“No, I do not know, Sigewinne.” He answers, turning his body away from the odd contraption on the stage to look at everyone. With a hit of his cane on the floor, he gains their full attention. “Now, does anyone know where we are?” He addresses everyone, looking over them for any answer.

“I don’t think anyone knows, Monsieur,” Navia starts, “But I think our main goal should be finding out how we even got here. I was simply teleported, it seems.”

“I was just performing some magic with Lynette.” Lyney says, taking his hand off his hat, which he spun back onto his head. “We were on the street one moment, then here the next.” The others corroborated this story, one moment they were somewhere familiar, somewhere they purposefully went, and the next here, in this small theatre.

“Umm, I found a note…” A quiet voice says once the room quiets down some. It was the voice of Freminet, the diver. His clothing dripping slightly and his helmet in hand, he motions to a piece of paper on the stage, not touching it as to avoid getting it wet. Lyney gives him some brief praise as Neuvillette picks up the note to read it to the room. He clears his throat before speaking.

“The note states; ‘Why, hello there Fontainians! Who I am is not important, nor is how I got you here.’” The Iudex starts off, holding the note gingerly.

“Not important?! I think it’s very important!” Furina interjects, building up her theatrics and easily making herself louder than the Chief Justice. “Worry not, my people, for I, Focalors, will figure out how to get us out of here!” She throws up her arms as she makes her promise. Internally, however, she is worried. Worried about how she’ll keep up this impossible promise. There are no noticeable entrances nor exits, no way a normal human could possibly leave. Arlecchino sneaks her a look with a sly smirk.

“Lady Furina, please do not interrupt me while I read this letter.” Neuvillette states, his voice passive as he reprimands her. “Now, as I was saying; ‘What is important is what I have to show you. I trust you know of the blond traveller and their trusted companion? Well, Fontaine is next on their list of adventures.” Neuvillette pauses at the next sentence briefly, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly.

“What is it, Monsieur?” Charlotte questions, tilting her head. “Is it something bad?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that.” The man being questioned answers, “More so that it is odd and, frankly, unbelievable. It says; ‘I’ve decided to take you through the future, I think it’ll be very intriguing to see! In fact, I know it’ll be fun, just take a seat and watch the front, and the adventure will start.’” He concludes the main part of the letter, moving onto the final portion, “‘Also! It’ll take quite a while, so just to the left are some rooms, some bathrooms, and other necessities to make your experience as pleasant as possible.’”

Just as the note states, off to the left, a door appears. When Lynette, who was closest to it, opens it, being greeted with a long hallway and a bathroom immediately to the right. There are eleven rooms, one for each person there, and each labelled for whom it is intended, midway down the hall is another bathroom, in between Clorinde and Lynette’s rooms.

“It seems we’ll have to look for another way out.” Navia said, before noticing something was wrong. Her vision, it was gone. “Guys, guys! Does anyone have their vision?” As she asks, the vision holders in the rooms check, and sure enough, none of them have theirs either. Just as the notice another letter appears, this time in a seat near Furina.

“It seems we’ve been given a response to this.” She exclaims, holding the note for all to see. “I shall do the honours of reading this out.” She clears her throat before giving a performance, her reading more expressive and dramatic than Neuvillettes. “It claims; ‘I have taken your Visions. None of you will be able to use any elemental powers.’ What?!” She throws her hand to her mouth mid reading. At least, she thought, it’ll be easier to keep this performance up… “Ah hem! ‘Not even Neuvillette or your…’” She pauses for barely half a second, but that half a second is enough for the Knave to notice. Arlecchino, instead of pointing this out, decides to save this reaction for when she herself can see the note. “‘Archon can use their abilities.’ Hmph! Such is the way of the room, I suppose. I’m quite curious about what sort of show this traveller from afar will have for us once they arrive.” She says, hopping onto a seat, silently suggesting the others do the same, tossing the note off to the side.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe we’ll be able to get out if we do what they say.” Sigewinne says, taking a seat, passing a wary glance to the Harbinger next to her. Eventually, all others have taken a seat, Wriothesley next to Sigewinne and Neuvillette, who has sat next to Lady Furina. The three siblings have sat next to each other on the opposite side of the isle, with Clorinde taking the seat on that side closest to Furina. The third and final set seats Charlotte and Navia, the former of which is asking some questions to the latter. Arlecchino moves to take her seat, the edge seat near Freminet. While on her way, she picks up and takes a look at the note Furina has tossed aside.

Her eyebrows raise slightly at how it is written. Not even Neuvillette or your ‘Archon’... Quotation marks… It seems our mysterious kidnapper knows more than they let on… She thinks, sitting down with her legs crossed and hands folded on her lap. After a few seconds, the screen lights up to display a golden haired traveller and their companion in what a few recognise to be Caravan Ribat

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The screen lights up to display a golden haired traveller and their companion, a small, white, floating, fairy-like girl. The pair is in what the majority recognise as Caravan Ribat, walking down the street that is lined with merchants of all sorts.

“So we shall be watching our future like a film!” Furina comments, clapping her hands.

“We don’t get many opportunities to watch films in the Fortress.” Sigewinne comments, Wriothesley responds with a vague, nonchalant shrug.

“Lady Furina, if my information is correct, isn’t the Fontinalia Festival this year a Film Festival?” Charlotte asks, standing up from her seat to view her Archon.

“That it is!” Furina states, “It’ll be a wonder festival, I just can’t wait to view the wonderful films my citizens will produce.” After a moment, a brief look of confusion washes over her face only to be hidden by a smile. “But, how did you know? It hasn’t been officially announced to the public yet.”

Charlotte gives a nervous laugh, scratching the back of her head, “Ah… Well, asking questions to the right people can get you pretty far in the world of journalism.” Her eyes widen slightly as she shakes her hands in front of her, “Don’t worry! I won’t say a word until you do! It’ll stay fully confidential with me!”

“No one else in this room will talk about the upcoming Film Festival with the public until it’s announced, correct?” Neuvillette asks the rest, getting affirmations from the rest. The room then falls to a brief moment of silence.

Clorinde, clearing her throat as to get the room's attention, speaks, “Ms… Charlotte was it? Could you please sit down so that we can continue and, hopefully, leave sooner?” She asks politely, turning her head to face the young woman.

“Oh, of course!” Charlotte says, quickly retaking her seat, “Sorry!”

“No need to apologise.” The duelist responds, turning back to the screen, what has resumed playing.

“Good ol’ Caravan Ribat.” Paimon says, clarifying the location for those in the room unaware of where they are. “Huh, now let Paimon think… What were we up to the first time we were here?” She ponders as they come to a stop in the middle of the road. 

“Oh! Paimon remembers… Nahida’s consciousness had been trapped by The Doctor, but we followed the clues she left behind to help her!” The two turn to look at each other as Paimon remembers the answer to her question.

The Doctor… Lyney thinks, I think I remember Father mentioning something about him being in Sumeru.

“Hmph.” Arlecchino scoffs, “Dottore did his job fine. At least he has the dignity to not stay in Snezhnaya like some other people.” Navia glances over to her before speaking, her hand gesturing slightly in front of her.

“Do you Harbingers not like each other?” Navia asks as the Knave gives her a pleasant smile.

“I simply don’t like people like them.” Arlecchino explains, “Really, it’s nothing… personal.” Lynette throws Lyney a small glance who, in response, shakes his head, telling her not to speak.

“Good memory Paimon. I guess we may have stumbled upon this place at some point before.” The Traveller says in response.

“So much time has already passed since then, and it seems Sumeru’s changing for the better now that Nahida’s in charge, right?” Paimon states as the camera changes angles to get some shots of the merchants' stalls. As Paimon continues to speak, a Fontainian citizen can be seen, as is recognisable by his clothing. “Paimon just hopes this peace will last a long time, and then Nahida won’t have any more new problems to deal with.”

That's… the Dendro Archon, right? Furina questioned in her head Ah! I probably should say something…

“Ah ha ha! The Dendro Archon! I, myself, haven’t met her yet but I hear she is quite the pleasant character.” Furina says in her usual boisterous fashion.

“Oh yes! I’ve heard so much about her! The Akademia locked her up for hundreds of years in the Sanctuary of Surasthana. Only a few weeks ago did she finally get free!” Charlotte interjected, “I wrote about it a few days ago, after getting some testimonies.”

“Yes, but as long as we’re around it’s hard to say what will happen.” The Traveller tells Paimon.

“Let’s just hope they don’t bring too much trouble to Fontaine,” Wriothesley says, resting his head on his hand, which is propped up on his chair’s armrest.

“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette says sternly, to which the Duke says that he’s just joking.

“Yeah, guess you’re right… We somehow always find ourselves right in the thick of it…Who knows what will happen next!” Paimon carries on, with the camera changing to show the Traveller's unimpressed face at her next line. “Come to think of it, maybe it’s all because of you… Maybe you’re just a magnet for trouble!”

“It seems that you two had the same idea.” Navia notes with a slight laugh in her voice.

“I was just thinking you might be the problem, Paimon.” The Traveller shoots back.

Wriothesley makes a comment

“Huh? Me!? Before Paimon ran into you, Paimon never ran into any trouble!” Paimon counters, “At most, when she was super tired, Paimon got caught in some strange whirlpool and sucked out to sea! And even then, you fished Paimon out!”

“What a strange way to meet.” Lynette comments.

“Yeah, but they seem to be good friends now.” Freminet says, having barely spoken this entire time.

“Uh, anyway… For Nahida’s sake, maybe we should think about heading to our next destination for now.” At which the Traveller declares their next stop, Fontaine.

“Well then! I’ll just have to give them a welcome to the Nation of Hydro once they arrive!” Furina says proudly.

I must commend her sense of responsibility. Neuvillette shifts slightly in his seat, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. It is terrible that she had to endure such mistreatment by the people she holds so dear.

Just then, a new face shows up. No one in the room recognises her by sight, she is a tall woman with brown hair that is formed to look as though she has cat ears on her head.

“Ah, look who it is. Running into you in a place like this, I can see you two still love wandering around.” She says as she walks up to the two, smiling and putting a hand on her hip when she stops.

Who is she..? Freminet wonders, mimicking the thoughts of most others in the room.

Paimon, looking excited to see her again, answers this question, “Oh, It’s Dehya! Since when are we just ‘wandering around’?” Paimon defends against the accusation, the Traveller nodding along, “We’re usually taking care of some serious business…” She put a hand on her head, “Even though it may have nothing to do with our journey…” She admits, rushing her speech in minor embarrassment.

“I heard she had a role in the recent events in Sumeru.” Navia comments, Charlotte nodding in agreement.

“It seems they’re friends. I wonder if the Traveller picks up companions in all the Nations they’ve been to.” Sigewinne tilts her head as she speaks.

“But never mind that… What brings you here?” Paimon asks Dehya who responds with an explanation that she had just finished a commission, just a simple shipment of goods. 

“I’m on my way to report back.”

So, she’s a mercenary… Charlotte thinks, quickly writing down what’s happening in her notepad.. I just have to write about this! It’d be a shame to pass up this opportunity! Maybe I’ll even be able to interview Lady Furina and Monsieur Neuvillette!

“That’s when I saw you two all the way over there, chatting away. What were you two talking about, anyway?” The camera cutting to a wider shot, one where the Fontainian man can be seen looking at a stall.

“We’re preparing to leave Sumeru and head to Fontaine.” The Traveller explains, at this, the camera makes another cut, this time close to the man's face. The Fontainian glances back at the group.

“Now who’s he? And why is he watching them?” Navia questions, leaning forward slightly.

“I… I don’t think that’s all that important!” Furina says quickly as to avoid anyone figuring out that he’s part of her intelligence division. “I’m sure it’s nothing! Simply trust your Archon, my dear citizen. This man is harmless, he won’t do anything.” She says confidently, though the Knave lets off a quiet chuckle.

“Of course, Lady Furina.” Arlecchino responds, giving her a knowing look. “Let’s keep watching, shall we?”

Oh no… Does she suspect something’s up? I can’t have that! Furina frantically thinks, “Yes, let’s!” She motions to the screen, wanting to get everyone’s attention back on it instead of who the man is.

Dehya, understandably, is disappointed that the two are leaving so soon, saying how it’ll become rare to bump into them again. “Ah, I’m starting to feel sad just thinking about it.”

She offers to get some mercenaries to escort them to Fontaine, but Paimon declines her offer.

“But don’t worry, we’ll come back to see everyone when we get a chance!”

Neuvillette closes his eyes at the goodbye, looking down slightly. After a moment, he returns his gaze to the screen with a quiet hum.

Dehya agrees to Paimons proposition and gives them instructions on how to get there, “All you need to do to get to Fontaine is cross this stretch of desert and navigate some waterways. Knowing you two, I’m sure it won’t be anything you can’t handle.”

Furina lets off a laugh, “I’m sure! Though, I know our Iudex has some issues with the heat, right Monsieur?” She turns to face him. The man in question lets off a sigh.

“You would be correct in that assessment, Lady Furina.” He responds, “I do not do well in intense heat.” Wriothesley lets off a slight chuckle, to which Sigewinne gives him a questioning look, one that he simply waves off.

Dehya asks when they’re leaving, to which the Traveller says “We’ll leave as soon as we’ve finished a few more preparations.” Paimon, being Paimon, remembers there are still some dishes she has yet to try, causing the Traveller to facepalm. After, it cuts to the man, who simply hums before walking away.

“Seriously… who is that guy..?” Navia mumbles, earning a brief look from the Knave who then looks at Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet from across the aisle, silently telling them to investigate if it isn’t revealed.

After a bit more talking, Dehya saying that it “Seems true heroes always prefer leaving quietly” and contemplating whether they should say goodbye to Nahida, to which the Traveller says she’ll know anyways, they say their goodbyes and the two head off to Fontaine. The screen goes black before showing the Traveller and Paimon on the edge of Sumeru’s desert, looking over to Romaritime Harbour.

“It seems our lovely Traveller has finally made their way to Fontaine!” Lyney enthusiastically shouts, Lynette nudges him slightly.

“You’re too loud.” She quietly tells him, he lets off a laugh but quiets down all the same.

“Ah ha ha ha! It seems we’ll see who this traveller meets first on their journey through Fontaine soon. Perhaps it’ll be me, your beloved God of Justice!”

Paimon sighs in relief, happy to be out of the desert and to have made it to the port. “Wow, everything looks so advanced in Fontaine. Paimon’s heard that the industry here is extremely developed, and there are all kinds of unusual machines.” As she speaks, the camera pans across the port before finally settling on the intricate clock that is built into the harbours’ tower.

“I always forget how advanced Fontaine is compared to other nations.” Navia comments, “It’s just so standard to me that I never think twice about it.” Clorinde gives a brief nod of agreement, as does the melusine in the room.

The two converse a bit more, Paimon saying that they should find something to do, to which the Traveller says that they should “start by meeting the Hydro Archon.” Paimon says that Nahida gave them useful info and that the Seven are still their best source of information. In response, the Traveller says the goal of their journey, to find their sibling and the truth.

“The… truth?” Freminet questions, “The truth to what?” Lynette gives him a vague shrug, unsure herself.

“Hmm, so their goal is to find their sibling?” Neuvillette states, “I haven’t seen anyone who looks similar to them, so I fear that their search in Fontaine might be in vain.”

“So what do you think the Hydro Archon is like? Will we get along?” Paimon ponders, “Nahida said she has ‘a very unique personality’… Whatever that means.”

“Unique is certainly one way to put it.” Wriothesley says, leaning back in his seat.

“Hmph! I’m just inspiring confidence in the people!” Furina defends, “If their Archon is meek, however will the people respect them?”

“What do you mean by that, Lady Furina?” The Knave asks, leaning forward to look at her, a certain tone to her voice, one that says she knows more than she lets on.

“It’s… I’m not sure what you mean by that, Knave.” Furina, quickly hiding her nervous stuttering, asks back. “I’m just stating the obvious.”

“I understand, Miss Furina.” Arlecchino returns her attention to the screen, ending their conversation. The three siblings exchange a glance at their Father’s odd behaviour.

Paimon suggests they go talk to some Fontainians who were chatting nearby. When they walk over, they hear some of their conversation. At first, it seems they’re talking about a play or opera they’ve just seen, Paimon and the traveller thinking as much themselves. When the pair of Fontainians notice them, the man asks if they need anything, the camera shifting, now showing Lynette in the background.

“Hmm.” Neuvillette lets out a discontent hum hearing the pair talk, knowing that it’s actually about a trial. This earns him a look from Wriothesley and Sigewinne, the latter of which looking with curiosity while the former’s face is simply neutral. He looks down briefly before looking over to the siblings, of whom Lyney was talking quite loudly.

“Lynette! Look! You’re on screen!” Lyney says happily, putting his hand on her shoulder and pointing at the screen.

“I can see. You don’t need to yell.” She quietly tells him, gently pushing his hand off her.

“Does… that mean I’ll probably be shown as well..?” Freminet questions, to which Clorinde answers with a nod of her head.

“I think that we’ll all show up, it would only make sense if we all were brought here.” Navia says, before turning to the Knave. “Though, I wonder why you’ll be there. I haven’t heard anything of you leaving Snezhnaya so you’re still there, right?”

“That is correct, Miss… I apologise, I don’t believe I know our name.” Arlecchino politely answers, looking at the Demoiselle from the corner of her eye.

“Ah, I’m Navia.” To this, Arlecchino nods and finishes her sentence.

“That is correct, Miss Navia. Though I do have plans to head to Fontaine, I don’t see why I would arrive so soon, if my assumption of when this takes place is correct.” The Knave motions slightly with her hands as she speaks, folding them back in her lap when she finishes.

“And how far into the future do you think this to be?” Charlotte asks, “I want to get a better timeline of events.”

“I will tell you once I have full confirmation, I don’t wish to give you misinformation, Miss Charlotte.”

Paimon introduces herself and the Traveller before asking if they’ve interrupted their talk about a play. The man, Etienne, clarifies that it was actually a case heard a few days ago. 

“Oh?” Furina starts, “Thinking on it now, their talk sounds like the trial that was being held when we were brought here, doesn’t it, my dear Iudex.”

“It does seem reminiscent of the ongoing trial.” He answers succinctly, “I do believe I saw these two in the jury as well, so I am inclined to think it is, in fact, the case.”

“Seems we have a timeline on when in the future this’ll take place, hmm?” Wriothesley says, “A few days from now. Based on travel times, these two are currently on their way to Fontaine.”

Paimon questions the words, confused on why they’re talking about it like it was a story and not real events. The lady, Rena, says that all good stories are based on true events, saying that it doesn’t matter if the story is true or not, simply if it is entertaining. She then notices that the two probably aren’t from Fontaine and decides to clarify about the Opera Epiclese and how it’s the Fontaine Court of Justice.

“So they see trials as a sort of ‘opera’...” The Traveller comments.

Though no one noticed, Neuvillette had the slightest frown on his face. Trials shouldn’t be treated this way… 

Paimon states Neuvillettes internal thoughts, saying trials should be treated more seriously. Rena tries to put Paimons worries at ease by saying Fontainians don’t want to put those moving stories to waste.

“Of course we don’t. A good trial is one full of twists and turns, one full of heart wrenching stories and strong motivations!” Furina proclaims, agreeing with the Fontainian. “Of course, I do wish for the true perpetrator of the crimes to be put to justice, but one can’t help but enjoy a good show as it happens.”

On screen, Rena keeps trying to put Paimon’s worries at ease. “And as for your worries about whether the cases are treated with due reverence, we have the absolutely just and honourable Chief Justice Neuvillette… As well as the Oratrice Mechanique d’Analyse Cardinale, a machine created by the Archon. Between the machine and the Chief Justice, false charges and injustice are a thing of the past now.”

“It seems the people really like you, Monsieur.” Sigewinne smiles at him, leaning forward to look past Wriothesley, kicking her feet as they dangle off the seat. “I’m glad! You’ve really done a good job!”

“I see, thank you, Sigewinne.” Neuvillette’s voice has a touch of fondness, those who haven’t been around him much were mildly surprised at this. Although, it’s not a complete shock as most Fontainians know of the Iudex’s fondness for the melusines, which has persisted through the hundreds of years they’ve been in Fontaine.

“A judgement device created by the Archon… So this is the ‘Nation of Justice’” Thought the Traveller as Paimon says she’s curious about the Oratrice, saying they should check it should they get the chance.

“Knowing of their track record, I wouldn’t be surprised if they find themselves in the defendants chair.” Lyney comments, bringing a hand to his chin, “At least then they’ll get to see it in person, right?”

Getting back on track, Paimon asks the pair if they know how they should go about meeting the Hydro Archon, to which Etienne says they should simply go to the opera house as Lady Furina practically lives there. Rena corrects him, saying “Ah, I think what they mean is that they wish to speak to the Archon personally.”

“Though, Lady Furina did say that she’ll, and I quote, ‘just have to give them a welcome to the Nation of Hydro once they arrive’. So that task will be easier than they might think.” Charlotte comments, “Speaking of talking to the Archon, Lady Furina! Would you be interested in an exclusive interview?”

“Now now, my dear reporter! I am a busy God, maybe this isn’t the best of times. After this, I’ll have to focus on trying to get us out. Isn’t that right, Monsieur Neuvillette?” Furina tells her, giving Neuvillette a look and discreetly declining the interview.

“Our top priority should be figuring out a way to get out.” The Chief Justice starts, “In addition, we should try and find out who it is who kidnapped us and is having us watch this.”

“Oh! Of course, of course! It was only a question!” Charlotte quickly states, leaning back in her seat.

Rena tells the Traveller that it will be a tad more difficult than simply going to the opera, “You'll have to make an appointment well in advance, and it’ll depend on whether or not she has any time slots available.”

Paimon asks, “Is the Hydro Archon super busy taking care of official business?” Then, she realises, “Wait, didn’t you say that she’s always at the opera house?” Etienne clarifies this for her, saying that she’s simply extremely popular but doesn’t take much interest in the nation's affairs. They continue to talk about how Furina is like a celebrity to the people of Fontaine.

“M-Mascot?!” Furina mimics in disbelief, “I am not a mascot! Not any less than the Travellers little companion, anyways! How dare these two insult me like this!”

Rena tells him to have more respect, she is their Archon after all. To this, Etienne says, “Yes, you’re right. I guess I should at least try to be a little more respectful in front of visitors. Otherwise, I might get arrested and find myself face to face with Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Huh? That’s a law?” Lyney asks in confusion, “Could you really get arrested for bad mouthing Lady Furina, Monsieur Neuvillette?”

“I assure you, you will not end up on trial for that.” Neuvillette clarifies, “I’m not entirely sure where he got that idea from.”

“Ah, that’s good.” Lyney says with a chuckle.

‘Wait? What does that mean?!” Furina questions, “Have you talked bad about me before?” All that Lyney responds with is a nervous chuckle.

Rena laughs and says that he won’t end up on trial for that, even if Fontaine does have some weird law. 

To Paimon, the Traveller makes a comment, “Seems the people of Fontaine really like the Hydro Archon…”

“Well of course they do! I’m their God!”

“...But they don’t appear to revere her.” They finish, to which Paimon bids the two adieu and makes the comment that they can at least find the Hydro Archon at the Opera Epiclese. Paimon talks a bit more, but the Traveller is looking away, Paimon questions why they’re doing so, looking over as well.

“That girl over there… She’s been standing alone for quite some time…” The Traveller answers, motioning slightly. The camera shifts behind the pair, towards Lynette.

“Huh, maybe something’s the matter…” Paimon gasps slightly at the thought that just popped into her head, “She isn’t going to jump into the water, is she?!” She says, slightly frantic. The camera cuts to a closer shot of her, panning up slightly before cutting once more to her feet, on the end of the platform.

“I can assure you, I have plans of doing so.” Lynette answers, her face impassive.

“Uh… Maybe we better go check on her.” Paimon hurriedly suggests, worried about what Lynette is thinking.

“Hey, at least we know the two will help anyone in need, no matter if they know them or not, right?” Freminet says, mostly directed to Lyney but loud enough for the rest of the room to hear.

“Hey, at least with that attitude, unless they do something bizarre or some odd turn of events pans out, I won’t be seeing them in the Fortress of Meropide.” Wriothesley comments, startling Freminet slightly, causing him to flinch.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting them. They seem nice!” Sigewinne says with a smile.

Paimon and the Traveller walk over to Lynette, Paimon strikes up a conversation, sounding concerned. “Uh, hello there! Excuse me! Are you alright?”

“...Huh?” Lynette sounds surprised, having not expected them to walk over to her, “Ah, I’m fine… Thanks.”

“Oh, okay then. We just noticed that you seemed worried about something.”

It’s probably the prophecy… Arlecchino thinks, Why hasn’t Lady Furina done anything on that front? Truly… the more I think about it the more my hypothesis seems to be correct.

“About many things, actually… But there’s nothing I can do but just keep my trouble to myself.” Lynette answers, putting a hand to her chest, “I was just reminiscing about a place my brother and I would play when we were kids. It was just atop that hill over there, see?” The camera pans out to show the water, no reasonable hill in sight.

Lyney leans over slightly to Lynette and whispers, “You can talk to me about anything, you know. No need to keep it to yourself.” Lynette gives him a brief nod in response.

Neuvillette frowns at the lack of a hill. The hill there, it has been submerged, hasn’t it?

“Uh, you’re pointing at the sea… Wait, are you saying that you and your brother lived in the water?” Paimon asks, to which the Traveller suggests that they may be mermaids or some other fantastical Fontainian race.

Furina lets out a laugh, “Goodness! They’re imagination sure is quite the vast thing! I would love to see an opera directed by them.”

“Lady Furina, you should know that they aren’t from Fontaine. As such, it wouldn’t be fair to assume they know of what has been happening. It is entirely understandable that they assume that Miss Lynette and Mr. Lyney could be another race aside from human due to her talking about something that is presently under water.” Neuvillette states, “I can only assume they’ve met a plethora of other races from other regions and have thus made their assumption based off of that.”

“Yes yes, I know, Monsieur Neuvillette. It was all just a jest.” Furina says, waving her hand dismissively.

Lynette tells them how, even though it’s called a sea, the waters around Fontaine are actually just an inland lake full of fresh water, and saying how, even though she clearly remembers the hill, it's been entirely submerged.

Uncharacteristically, Furina is silent, on her face a pensive expression, eyebrows knitted together and a slight frown on her lips. It’s already started to come to pass… Mirror-me, have I done something wrong? I thought this was all to avoid it…

Neuvillette has an expression of a similar sort, although it’s not as foreign to his face.

Lynette reminisces about how she and Lyney would play, skipping and jumping, tossing sand, the sun shining bright as the scent of the sea fills the air. “But now, the water is gradually swallowing our memories…” She sighs, “It won't be long before it swallows us.”

As I thought… Arlecchino thinks, crossing her arms before leaning forward to look at Furina, “Lady Furina, you have been doing something about the prophecy, haven’t you?” Arlecchino asks in a disingenuous voice, a faint smile on her lips.

“O-of course! Worry not, my dear people! I, Furina, your Archon, have been working tirelessly in order to combat this prophecy.” Furina, though slightly panicked at the start, quickly regains her composure and bravado.

“Of course, Lady Furina.” Arlecchino says, leaning back in her seat, folding her hands back onto her lap.

No, no, no! Why is she acting like that?! Does she think something is wrong?! No! It can’t be! Though composed on the outside, Furina’s thoughts are rapid and distraught, I can’t let her think anything’s amiss. I just, yes! I just have to keep it up! She may have her doubts now but eventually… She has to believe it! She HAS to! Please believe it… But… what if she doesn't..? What then… No! I just have to keep it up. For the sake of Fontaine…

“Uh, sorry, Paimon doesn’t really get what you mean.” As Paimon apologises, the camera cuts to a familiar pair of shoes.

“Ah, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” The man says, walking up to them. “Are you Lynette’s new friends?”

Clorinde glances at Lyney as Freminet mutters, “Oh, Lyney’s next… that makes sense…”

“You’re their brother, right?” Clorinde asks rhetorically, “You’ll probably show up soon as well.”

“Oh no…” Freminet’s voice is nervous. Will they make it a big scene like they’ve done for Lynette..?

“Mr. Lyney! You’re up next!” Charlotte says enthusiastically, “But… Why are you down at the port? A few days from then you have your show at the Opera Epiclese, right?”

“Oh, you can just call me Lyney, Ms. Charlotte, but I think me and Lynette are at Romaritime Harbour to distribute magic pockets. We don’t intend to leave Fontaine anytime soon.”

“Alright then! In that case, just Charlotte's fine as well.” The journalist says, smiling at the magician. “But, what are magic pockets?”

“Lynette and I will tell you about them later, let’s just keep watching for now.” Lyney tells her.

Paimon asks who he is, though Lyney goes a bit off track and tells them that Lynette simply comes here to reminisce about their childhood. He quickly answers Paimon’s question after telling them this, “Ah, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lyney, and this is my sister, Lynette.” He tells the Traveller and Paimon, Lynette walking over to take his side, “If I had to guess, you must be Travellers from abroad.”

Paimon introduces herself and the Traveller, telling Lyney that they were just talking with Lynette, although they didn’t really understand what she was saying.

“Hmmm, I see. It’s unusual for Lynette to be so willing to talk with anyone, in fact, she seldom speaks at all. I’m usually the only one she ever talks to.”

“Miss Lynette has been fairly quiet.” Navia notes, a slight tilt to her head.

Paimon says that it’s like her and the Traveller, she’s always the one talking ‘for some reason’. The Traveller jokes that it’s because there’s hardly anything left for them to say, though Paimon seems to take it a little too personally. Lynette mimics the Travellers sentiment, “I also think my brother can be too talkative sometimes.”

“Ah, hehe… Seems you were right, Paimon. We are quite similar.” Lyney says, Lynette giving him a side eye. Paimon lets off a slightly nervous laugh before asking a question.

“So what did Lynette mean just now when she said that the water is engulfing your memories, and that it won't be long before it engulfs you too?”

The energy in the room changes almost instantly. The sense of dread and apprehension in the air is almost palpable, a heavy weight seemingly having been placed on the Fontainians shoulders.

“The prophecy…” Freminet mutters, though quietly the silence in the room makes it easy to hear. Almost sensing that her people want her to say something, Furina decides to try and put their worries to ease.

“I… My dear people! I swear on my position as your Archon, I will do all that is in my power to make sure that this prophecy does not come to pass! If it does, then I, Focalors, otherwise known as Furina de Fontaine, have no right to be called your God.” Furina says resolutely, standing up and walking forward before turning around to face her people.

“You ‘will’? Do you mean to say you aren’t already trying to stave off the prophecy, Miss Furina?” Arlecchino asks with an odd tone to her voice. At this, Furina gets slightly flustered.

“Of course I am! What makes you believe I am not? I’m not omniscient, you know, I can’t know everything. I have to investigate first!” Furina defends. Neuvillette decides to put the conversation to an end. Standing up, he quickly garners the room's attention.

“Lady Furina, I thank you for the statement. However, if we may please continue, we may discover some things that could help us prevent this prophecy further.” He says in a stern yet polite tone, not reprimanding her yet giving her a command. He gives the Knave a look before addressing her, “And Lady Arlecchino, if you could, please refrain from antagonising Lady Furina. I do not wish for there to be any tension between Fontaine and Snezhnaya that may result from this.”

“Of course, Monsieur Neuvillette.” Arlecchino says passively, with a clandestine smirk on her face.

“Yes, Neuvillette.” Furina replies, quickly making her way back to her seat as Neuvillette sits down.

“Ah, that… It’s from a prophecy that’s been circling in Fontaine for some time now.” Lyney then backtracks slightly on his words, “Well, I suppose ‘prophecy’ isn’t exactly the right word, because that implies a certain amount of uncertainty. There’s no doubt about what’s happening in Fontaine right now…” To which the Traveller asks about what’s happening in Fontaine. However, instead of answering, Lyney takes a look at the two, the camera following his eyes, “Ah, let’s put that question on hold for a moment. We still haven’t formally greeted each other, have we?”

Sigewinne tilts her head slightly in confusion and mutters, “But I had thought they had already exchanged pleasantries with the Traveller and their companion.” Wriothesley, having overheard this, leans over to clarify.

“It’s probably because of something else he has planned. Given when this seems to take place, it’s probably the law about no flying objects.” Sigewinne nods her head in understanding.

Paimon mimics Sigewinnes initial confusion, although, instead of answering, Lyney walks up and shakes the Traveller's hand, saying hello in the process. He then walks over to Paimon, putting his hand on her back instead of shaking her hand when saying hello to her. Paimon then questions this act, accusing him of making fun of her. Lyney simply laughs.

“Haha, please don’t take offence. Just consider it a sort of etiquette we have here in Fontaine when making new friends. You should remember it, it might prove useful…”

“I don’t recall learning about such etiquette.” Neuvillette murmurs, hand moving to his chin.

“That’s because there isn’t any, Monsieur.” Furina tells him, “He probably did that for some other purpose.”

“Ah, I see.”

Paimon takes his actions at face value, saying that she’s glad to have a local friend. Then, she says that they were just on their way to the opera house to meet the Hydro Archon, asking the pair to show them the way. Lyney says that it’s no issue as he was going to head there himself. However, he has to finish his business here first, telling them to follow him. The four walk for a little bit, before coming to a stop as some gardes appear.

“Uh, you said that you were going to see Lady Furina? Well, it seems that Lady Furina has come to see you.” Lyney notes as the gardes take their position.

“See?” Lady Furina starts, “I told you I was going to give them a welcome! Only the finest for our esteemed guests! I might just challenge them to a duel if I feel so inclined.”

Then, Clorinde walks onto screen, taking her position as Furina does the same, standing atop the platform on a box for added height. 

“Why, this music sure does do wonders in highlighting my august self!” Furina declairs, taking note of the music in the background. The song is one that commands respect for the subject, implying power and authority.

The camera zooms out, showing the mouth of the port with Furina standing in the centre, to her left is a man, though this aspect is missed by most of those watching. Those on the ground move to face their Archon.

“Huh?! So… She’s the Hydro Archon? But how did she know we were looking for her?” Paimons, clearly confused, points in the direction of Furina before putting her arm down and looking at the lady in question.

“I have my ways.” Furina states, trying to avoid any further questions. However, this simply raises more questions in the minds of some of the Fontainians in the room.

Alternatively, those of the House of the Hearth, having previously been given the order to figure out who that mysterious man was earlier, notice that he was the one standing next to Furina. Freminet gives their Father a glance at Lyney’s encouragement, telling her they’ve figured out who he is. Although, this is unnecessary as the Knave herself already figured out who he is.

She knew to come here as opposed to Lumidouce Harbour, the more used port, even though, as she says, she’s not omniscient. As such, she would need some way to be told that the Traveller would be coming, is her thought process, The only reasonable way she could have known would be this man. He must have left for Fontaine the moment he learned of the pair's plan to go there next, that would give her sufficient time to make the proper arrangements. It could only have been him, he knew they were headed to this port through the desert and no other possible operatives were shown.

“My dear people, rich and poor, those with cup in hand and those without, raise your glasses in celebration! If you don’t have one, just raise your hand in lieu.” Furina starts, her presence full of drama and bravado. On the ground, people clap and cheer for their Archon. “As you can all see, two unfamiliar travellers have arrived in our nation. Come, let us make a toast in honour of this Traveller and their companion who have journeyed here from distant lands!” The citizens turn to the Traveller and Paimon at Furinas rally.

“Uh…? Is she talking about us?” Paimon asks the Traveller, turning to them as they do the same. The Traveller notes that no one is holding a glass.

“I don’t see anyone else she could be talking about.” Wriothesley says with a light hearted chuckle.

“Their first thought when meeting Lady Furina is that no one is holding a glass..?” Sigewinne comments to no one in particular, “Humans sure are interesting…”

As Furina keeps talking, saying that she’s heard of the turmoil left in their wake, but nevertheless she’s come to welcome them in person. “I, Focalors, hereby welcome you to the nation of Hydro and acknowledge the value and significance of your trip. Now, you may rejoice in this!” At which, the Traveller says that, at the very least, finding the Archon was easy.

“Yeah, Paimon still can’t believe it… It feels like we’ve only been here for a few minutes.”

“Well, it’s really only been about 15 minutes since they’ve arrived.” Lyney starts, “They’ve probably had much harder times meeting the other archons, and one even died when they were in Liyue.”

“Yeah, the other two Archon’s they’ve meet we’re extremely difficult to get a hold of, at least from what I’ve heard.” Charlotte corroborates, “The Raiden Shogun tried to kill them, and the Dendro Archon was locked up so they had to break her out! At least the Shogun was far more cordial when the Traveller introduced me to her, so much more friendly than the impression I got from stories about her.” Arlecchino lets off a scoff of displeasure at the mention of the Shogun.

“But the Hydro Archon’s entrance was, uh… How should Paimon describe it…? A little over the top?”

“Hmph! Clearly these travellers don’t know the first thing on having a suitable stage presence!” Furina defends, sounding slightly offended.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it in offence, Lady Furina.” Neuvillette tells her, “She is simply not accustomed to how you act.”

“Ahem… Uh, Miss Hydro Archon… How did you know we were coming.” Paimon asks, now addressing Furina. Nearby, Lyney and Lynette stand, watching the exchange that is happening without saying a word.

“Ah, I see. As outlanders, you inevitably lack even some of the most basic understanding. Don’t forget that even god can be divided into the mediocre and the excellent. I suppose it’s only natural for you to be awestruck by my abilities.” Furina tells the two, praising herself and her ‘abilities’.

“Oh? Miss Furina, earlier you said you weren’t ‘omniscient’. What ability might you have that allows you to know when the Traveller and their companion were to arrive in Fontaine? As far as I can tell, they could have stayed in Sumeru for a time longer.” Arlecchino questions, speaking politely while addressing the ‘Archon’.

“That…I don’t think that particularly matters. I think that my being there is proof enough of my abilities.” Furina answers, trying to avoid the question. Why is she so suspicious of me? What did I do? I can’t let her tell anyone… Please, just stop questioning me!

“Okay, Lady Furina. I’m sure that it is as you say and doesn’t matter.” The Harbinger complies with Furina’s silent request, putting a hand to her chin, resting her arm in her other one, a smile on her face.

“You had best stop and consider… Do you really have the noble qualities and etiquette necessary to communicate with a god? All it takes is a flick of my finger for me to know everything about you.” As she speaks, the camera pans to show the Fontainian man from earlier standing next to her, he gives her a bow when she says her second sentence.

“Lady Furina, I apologise if I’m overstepping, but would that man be part of some sort of intelligence division, and that’s how you knew they were coming?” Navia asks, leaning forward to look at her Archon.

“Well… I suppose it’s no use hiding it, yes. That man and many others like him are how I know so much. After all, it’s only appropriate for a god to have her loyal subjects that work for her every beck and call, isn’t it?” Furina, masking her nervousness with her usual performance, tells her. “You can’t fault me, you have one too in the Spina Di Rosula, do you not?”

“That makes sense, you aren’t all powerful so it’s understandable that you’d have people who help you work.” Navia leans back as she finishes speaking, returning her attention to the screen.

Paimon and the Traveller tell eachother about how full of herself she seems, to which Furina scoffs in offence at. Furina eggs them on, trying to get them to speak to her instead of only to each other. The crowd takes this opportunity to talk amongst one another about Furina and the Traveller. “Of course! That’s the Blond Traveller, the one all those stories are about. Lady Furina came here to personally see them… Oh, I bet this is going to be the duel of the century!” One of the spectators says, inspiring Furina’s next course of action.

Furina tells them to calm down before declaring, “I have determined that there will be an epic duel between myself and this traveller from another land, just as you were hoping to see!”

“You know, Lady Furina, I can’t help but feel that they will take up your challenge.” Wriothesley tells her, crossing his arms as he speaks.

“Hmph, they wouldn’t dare be brash enough as to draw their weapons against a god, now would they?” Furina draws a hand to her chest in a dramatic fashion as she speaks to the Duke.

“Hey, they’ve already gone head to head with one god, so I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibilities to assume they’d be willing to fight you as well.” The warden puts his hands up in a surrendering motion, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows as he does so.

“I shall have to word my intentions better when I meet them, I suppose.” Furina concedes, taking her hand off her chest and waving it in the air.

“Huh?! Now she wants to fight? Aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves?” Paimon says as the Traveller squares up, drawing their blade.

Fighting gods? I’ve got a resumé. The Traveller thinks before saying “...Bring it on.” To this, the gardes that were stationed move in the way of the Traveller, Clorinde shifting slightly, ready to intervene if the need arises. Furina, shocked at this turn of events, questions them, reminding them that this is, in fact, a duel against the divine.

“What are you trying to do, Traveller? Provoking a god in front of her people?” Clorinde asks the two sternly.

“Ah, a little side tracked, but this is your first spoken line, Miss Clorinde!” Lyney says, clapping his hands together.”

“Hmm.” Clorinde hums in acknowledgement.

Furina tells her to stand down, complementing the Traveller in the process. She then backs down from the duel, saying that it is not sufficient entertainment for her people. The crowd agrees with her sentiment. Instead, she proposes a different sort of duel. “You see… then as the god of justice, I shall face this Traveller in a different kind of duel… A duel in court!”

“Lady Furina, need I remind you that trials are not meant to be held for the sake of entertainment?” Neuvillette asks her, slightly exasperated.

“But Monsieur! I’m sure this Traveller is breaking a law. Do you not see? They’ve released a flying objection the first three days of the month. That is sufficient grounds for a trial!” Furina says, earning a sigh for Neuvillette.

The crowd is riled up at her proposition, cheering her on. The Traveller and Paimon confront her on how she’ll do that, saying that they’ve never committed any crimes here. “According to Fontainian law, no one is permitted to release any flying objects within Fontaine city limits during the first three days of each month. You are clearly guilty of violating this law, no?” Furina counters, gaining approval from the crowd at the development.

“You know, Fontaine has some pretty weird laws.” Lyney comments, “Like that one about ketchup. Oh, how did it go again..?”

“Tomato ketchup is to be consumed in restaurants only as a condiment, never on its own.” Neuvillette supplies for the magician.

“Yeah! That one, why was it even made in the first place? It’s so specific.”

Paimon calls her out, saying the law isn’t obvious, taken aback by the implication that she’s the flying object. When Furina orders their arrest, Lyney interrupts.

“My apologies, Lady Furina. I don’t mean to spoil the fun, but if you would allow me to interject…” He starts, “...I don’t think that Paimon here meets the definition of a ‘flying object.’”

“Great Magician Lyney, my beloved citizen, just how do you plan to prove your claim?” Furina turns her body to face him.

“I’m sure it will be shown very soon, Lady Furina. Just have some patience.” Lyney says politely.

The Furina on screen mimics the Furina in the audience, asking for proof. Lyney, being a magician himself, knows the importance of the spectacle of a show, so, to save this one, he says he will perform a trick for the audience. With a snap of his fingers, and a shot of his Vision, a red string forms connecting Paimon to the hand of the Traveller.

“Mister Lyney, based on what I can surmise, you’ve just planted some evidence as to make the Traveller appear innocent, yes?” Neuvillette asks, “If my assumption is correct, I must urge you to refrain from doing so in the future. I’m sure the Traveller and their companion will be able to prove themselves innocent through other means.”

“My apologies, Monsieur Neuvillette. I won’t do it when the time comes.” Lyney vows to the Chief Justice, “You have my word.”

Lynette finishes the trick off with a small “Tada” as Paimon is confused by the string now on her back. The Traveller rightfully assumes that the string originated from when Lyney patted her on the back instead of giving her a hand shake, a brief flashback showing as much.

Lyney goes on to defend the evidence he has presented, “There. As you can see, Paimon should be classified as, well, something like a balloon. This rope has been in the Traveller’s hand all along, it was just that no one could see it before.” A lady in the crowd, Rena, says the trick wasn’t all that impressive, though Etienne says he thought it was a good one. A sailor, Lectoure, says that Furina’s charge no longer holds water.

“Well, I suppose you can’t please everyone.” Lyney brushes off Rena’s rude comment with a shrug, Lynette nodding next to him.

Furina is quiet before a moment for laughing, applauding the twist he presented and calling today's performance to a close. Paimon questions her view of the events as a performance, though Furina simply brushes her off, saying that as the god of justice, she will not bring charges against an innocent person. “But when there are valid grounds, I will not only judge travellers from abroad…” Her voice gets quieter, “But even the gods of other lands.” He laughs a little at the end of her vow.

This earns a disapproving hum from Neuvillette glancing down at her. He knows she would not dare confront the other gods in Teyvat, that she’s only saying this to garner praise and support from her people.

She says she’s looking forward to Lyney’s performance in the opera house before leaving with a “toodle-oo.” At her departure, the gardes not initially stationed at Romaritime harbour leave with her, the crowd dispersing as well.

Paimon calls Furina the most unpredictable Archon they’ve met and complains a little about how they never got to ask her anything. The Traveller, instead of responding to her, thanks Lyney and asks if he knew that would happen. He says he just remembered that law was in place and that he just did that as a precaution. “Now do you see what kind of god Lady Furina is?” He asks the two just as Lynette jumps into the conversation.

“She can be a bit confusing sometimes, but she is still amenable to reason.” The Traveller questions her words, asking if Furina is truly that reasonable.

“Of course I am! I have to be able to face the facts if I am to be the god of justice. Justice based on false pretences is not justice at all.” Furina defends herself at the accusation.

Paimon, not letting the two answer the Travellers questions, instead asks about Lyney’s show at the opera house. “Haha, I just know a few simple tricks I use to make a living. Lynette is my assistant.” Lyney replies, “It will actually be my first time performing on the most prestigious stage in Fontaine, the opera house.”

“Mister Lyney, though it may be a little late from when it has been established, I would like to extend my congratulations to your being able to perform in the Opera Epiclese.” Neuvillette says, hand on his cane which is positioned in front of him, “I have plans myself to watch it in person.”

Lyney, ecstatic at the news that the revered Chief Justice wants to view his show, smiles widely at this. “Thank you, Monsieur! I’ll make sure to put on the best show for you.” Lynette, too, has a slight smile on her face.

Paimon questions the location, as it’s also where trials are held, the Traveller nodding in agreement to Paimons confusion. Lyney explains that, when trials aren’t being held, the Opera Epiclese also holds other events. “To the people of Fontaine, the line between a trial and a performance can be a little blurred.” He then extends his invitation to the pair to watch his performance.

“My brother’s always excited to make new friends.” Lynette tells them, explaining Lyneys behaviour.

“Your habit helps with our presence in the public's conscious.” Lynette dryly praises Lyney, causing him to let off a light hearted chuckle.

The Traveller and their companion agree to view their show, Lyney volunteering to show them the way. However, he says that he has to do something first, prompting the Traveller to ask if they can help in any way. Lyney takes their offer in stride, asking the two to help him and his sister distribute ‘Magic Pockets.’

“Ah! I’ve heard you two were giving those out recently. Could you tell me a bit more about them after this? I have heard that it’s for the prophecy, so maybe if I write about it more people would be willing to take them.” Charlotte offers the two, holding up her notepad as she talks.

“Sure, that would be a great help.” Lyney agrees, “Freminet here also helps make them, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind too much if you ask him some questions as well.” Freminet nervously tenses slightly before giving Charlotte a hesitant wave.

Paimon asks what they’re used for and Lyney says that he should explain more about the prophecy first. “I’m not exactly sure when it began, but a prophecy has been circulating around Fontaine…”

As he starts, the screen changes to a more illustrative style, with an image of Furina on a throne-like seat, a tear coming off of her face. “It says that every person in Fontaine is born with ‘sin.’ No matter how the Nation of Justice holds trial after trial, this sin cannot be absolved.” Lyney’s voice explains, “Until one day, the water levels in Fontaine will rise, and the sinful people will slowly be drowned. In the end, the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne… Only then will the sins of the people of Fontaine be washed away.”

Furina looks down and away from the screen as the prophecy is explained, her body tense, arms crossed in front of her. Instead of her usual smile, a frown is on her lips, a ruminative expression gracing her face. Next to her, Neuvillette mimics her expression, a solemn frown on his face. Arlecchino, not too unlike the Archon and her Iudex, has a contemplative look, glancing over to Furina with a frown.

Paimon calls the prophecy gloomy, questioning the ‘sin’ portion of it. Lyney says there are a lot of guesses, but no one theory has had solid evidence backing it, thus all current theories must be regarded as conjecture. Paimon says that it probably would be better to just ignore the prophecy instead of feeling guilty all the time, Lyney corrects her, saying that, while that’s what they’ve done for many a century, the water levels have actually started rising in the past few years.

“‘But now the water is engulfing our memories, it won’t be long until it engulfs us.’” The Traveller quotes Lynette, prompting her to say that many places have already been submerged into the sea.

“Hmm.” Neuvillette discontentedly hums, earning a glance from Sigewinne and Wriothesley, the latter of which also noticing Furina’s odd expression. However, he decides not to draw too much attention to it.

“Many people carry on with their lives as before and shrug it off as a ‘natural phenomenon,’ but my family and I think that the people of Fontaine shouldn’t ignore the possibility, which would end up sentencing them to death.” Lyney explains further, “We hope that the people who reside near the waterfront can move away before it’s too late, so we’ve started distributing Magic Pockets to them.”

“It is for the prophecy.” Charlotte interjects, “I’m sure I can get more people to take them, even those not near the shore.” She earns a smile from the twins and, much to her surprise, Arlecchino. “Ah! I.. If I’m not mistaken there are diplomatic channels I’ll need to report to to take a photo of you…” Charlotte hurries out, silently hoping that’s not the case.

“That is correct, so forgive me, I will not be able to appear in the article you most likely will write on this scenario.” Arlecchino replies, causing Charlotte to quickly nod, returning her attention to the screen ahead.

Lyney explains that, as a magical item, the magic pockets hold an astonishing amount. Paimon creates an analogy to rain to show that she understands, but the Traveller asks if there really is no way to prevent the prophecy from coming true. Lyney says that perhaps only absolute power could contend with it, but who knows? Maybe there could be some other way to avoid the catastrophe.

Wriothesley pays close attention to Neuvillette when Lyney mentions absolute power, closely watching for any minute change. Neuvillette, however hard he tries to hide it, shifts slightly in his posture, showing a slight bit more interest than he previously had been showing. Wriothesley takes note of this, adding it mentally to the rest of the evidence he has collected on the man.

Lyney, finally, directly asks the pair to distribute the Magic Pockets to those nearby, telling them to make sure they take it, no matter what they say. The two first walk up to a garde named Augereau, who almost immediately denies it, saying he won’t have any use in it. Paimon asks if he doesn’t believe in the prophecy, to which he says he does believe in it but also in another story. 

“The story says that people once lived in the ocean. They were one with the ocean and couldn’t live apart from it. But as time wore on, people desired to live on land and developed blood vessels, encapsulating the sea within their bodies. Thus, people could step foot on land. So if you ask me, when the water rises and takes us all, it’ll be like we’re going home.”

“That’s… certainly a perspective I haven’t heard before.” Navia says, “I’m not sure how to feel about it. It's sort of comforting, in a way.” Clorinde and Charlotte nod in agreement.

Paimon says that he should probably still take it, just in case. He gives in and takes the Magic Pouch, saying that he just doesn’t think being dissolved necessarily means death. After the Traveller hands him the pouch, the two move onto the next person, Etienne. He comments that they’re the blond traveller everyone’s talking about, apologising for not recognising them earlier. The Traveller hands him the Magic Pocket, which he takes, commenting on how they’ve thought of everything and that it’s better to prepare for the best. He thanks them and tells them to also thank Lyney on his behalf.

“Your thanks has been received.” Lyney tells the man through the screen, knowing he can’t actually hear him.

The pair moves onto the final person, a sailor named Galathee. When they walk up to her on her boat, she says she doesn’t want anything, saying that if the prophecy is true, it will be a long while before it comes to pass. Paimon convinces her to take it by telling her she’ll never know when it could come in handy, though Galathee says that if she starts moving now, it’ll be like she’s already given up on everything.

“That is one way to see it.” Freminet says, holding Pers, which is situated on his lap, closer to him, “Though, I don’t really get it. It’s just making sure that you’re safe even if it doesn’t happen.”

The Traveller and Paimon reconvene with the twins after handing out all their Magic Pockets. Lyney tells them that, while they may be stubborn now, the opinions they’ve heard will change once disaster strikes, so it’s only fair to prepare them now over when it’s too late. Paimon asks if they two need to do anything else before they leave so Lyney tells them that he thought that he should bring the workshop that makes them their Magic Pockets more materials.

Oh no… I’m probably going to show up soon… Freminet worries, I hope they react like when Miss Clorinde showed up. Though, she was overshadowed by Lady Furina so that’s unlikely. Lyney, noticing Freminet’s nervousness, puts a comforting hand on Freminet’s shoulder, giving him a soft smile.

Paimon asks what materials they need, Lyney telling the two that they’ll need Romaritime Flowers, which are near the waterfront to the east side of the harbour. The Traveller quickly gets the flowers, returning to Lyney and Lynette, who are now behind a bush closer to them.

Lyney praises them for their hasty work, saying that maybe Lynette would like to help next time. She denies this, saying that she’s in power saving mode.

“Power… saving mode?” Charlotte questions, “You’re not a robot or anything, are you?”

“No no, Lynette just doesn’t like the pestering that results from saying she doesn’t want to do something.” Lyney explains with a laugh, waving her off.

Lyney accepts this with a sigh, saying they ought to be off to the Court of Fontaine. Paimon was about to say she wanted to try something in the city, but Lyney and Lynette’s attention is drawn somewhere else, so she and the Traveller follow the two.

“Wait… Shh! Have you noticed that person over there? The young girl…” Lyney starts, the camera changing to be behind him and the Traveller, showing the girl next to an unsuspecting sailor. Paimon is mildly confused by what he means.

“She’s obviously a thief” Both Lyney’s say in tandem, answering Paimons confusion. Lynette lets off a soft giggle at the coincidence.

Lyney likens magicians to thieves in their methods, drawing attention elsewhere to avoid letting the audience see what you’re really doing. He tells the two to watch her movements carefully. The camera zooms in on her hand in the sailors pocket before cutting to show her face, her eyes looking around slightly before leaving.

Neuvillette narrows his eyes slightly at this as Wriothesley makes a comment, “Heh, seems like it’s likely I’ll be seeing her down in the Fortress. I’ll be looking forward to it.” He shrugs nonchalantly as Sigewinne elbows him.

“Your Grace, stop that.” She says sternly, drawing a light chuckle from the Duke alongside a halfhearted apology.

Lyney suggests they split up to catch her, as she’s very alert currently. He tells the two to head up the lift to the top as that’s most likely her escape root should she be caught.

Arlecchino gives them an approving nod, making sure to glance over to quietly get their attention. She didn’t need to try hard, however, as the twins were already half paying attention to her for her reaction to their plan.

As the duo waits at the top of the harbour, Paimon notices the thief, shouting and causing her to run off. In the end, they see no other sign of the her, so they decide to go check on Lyney.

“Hmph. They’ve just let the thief escape. They abandoned their post and thus she could get by undetected.” Arlecchino chastises, giving a look to the twins, silently telling them that this failure applies to them as well. In response, Lyney and Lynette slightly bow their heads in apology.

When the two find him, Lyney is returning some of the stolen objects to a sailor, making sure that this was all she took from him. When the two talk to him, Lyney explains how she escaped from him.

“She distracted me by dropping the things she stole on the ground. By the time I looked back, she was already gone.” Lynette tells them that she saw the direction she went, but Lyney had twisted his ankle so she had to make sure he was okay.

When this new information is made apparent, Arlecchino lets out a hum, drawing silent confusion from Navia. Though, to the siblings they knew it meant that she approves of this turn of events, how even though they let the thief escape, at least they did so to make sure their family was alright.

When Paimon expresses concern over his injury, Lyney says that he’s feeling better already, so there’s no need to worry. Lynette lightly reprimands him, telling him that, if he plans to play hero, he should at least refrain from injuring himself in the process, reminding him of their upcoming performance. Lyney rubs the back of his head and apologises to his sister.

Lyney expresses slight regret that the thief escaped, though at least they got the stuff she stole back, so it wasn’t a complete failure.

“Mister Lyney, I do hope you report this to the Maison Gardiennage,” Neuvillette starts, “so that this thief may be brought to justice and can face due punishment for her crime.” Lyney gives a nod, telling him that he will now, even if it doesn’t occur to him in the future they’re viewing.

Lyney takes them over to the aquabus, which is operated by Aeval. Paimon talks a bit about the aquabus, expressing awe at the ingenuity of the design. “People in Fontaine really know how to use water.”

“Well, we are from the nation of Hydro, after all.” Navia says with a laugh.

“That is the Clementine Line, yes? I do wonder how Aeval is doing.” Neuvillette says, “I’ve never gotten a chance to speak to her, regrettably.”

Lyney tells the two about the aquabus, saying the ride can get a bit dull after a while. Lynette makes a light jab at him, asking if the ride is still boring even if she’s riding with him. Lyney defends his point by saying, “It’s just that, uh… Well, you don’t really talk that much. Besides, it doesn’t really feel like a trip when it’s just the two of us. It’s the same as being at home, haha.” He scratched the side of his head with a laugh.

As they board the aquabus, the camera changes angles to show Charlotte running up to it. 

“Ah! It’s me!” Charlotte says enthusiastically, “Oh boy, I’ve made my appearance! Though… thinking on my schedule I probably have an interview that day! Ah, I guess I won’t be able to ask them any questions about their time in Sumeru…” She finishes, slightly disappointed.

As the aquabus starts running, Paimon notices that it’s Charlotte who ran onto it. Charlotte asks them a few questions on what they’re doing in Fontaine, saying that it’s a huge surprise that they’re here. Paimon says that it’s no surprise no one knew they were coming, “Uh, though we still have no idea how the Hydro Archon knew about us…”

“Well, that secret’s been answered to us already.” Wriothesley comments, smirking at his god.

Paimon goes to introduce her to Lyney and Lynette, but Charlotte interrupts her. “Oh, no need for introductions, Paimon. I would recognise the Great Magician Lyney and his assistant Lynette anywhere.”

“I also recognised you here. Though, it took all I could not to immediately go up to you for an interview.” Charlotte addresses the two, scratching her head, before addressing everyone in the room, “In fact, I knew of everyone here, other than Freminet at least.”

“Nice to meet you…” Freminet responds to her, slightly unsure what to say.

“Nice to meet you too, Freminet!”

Charlotte introduces herself to the pair, prompting Lyney to say that they often rely on The Steambird to promote their shows. Paimon asks Charlotte about what she’s been up to, to which she tells her that, when there isn’t any breaking news, she mainly reports on trials that happen in the opera house. She says that, even if it’s the same topic, if you spin it properly, any story can be interesting. She gives some examples, though the Traveller says that’s not really the sort of story she’s after.

“That’s right! What I’m really after is exclusive, sensational news pieces that could shake the country!” Charlotte announces to the room, with her future version saying neigh the same a moment later, drawing a laugh out of her.

Charlotte says that she’s been following a series of cases recently, Lynette taking a guess that it’s the ‘serial disappearances of young women’ case. “That’s right. These stories are the talk of the town right now, and it’s probably the most mysterious case we’ve ever seen.” Charlotte tells her, “If I’m the first with a draft that’s ready to publish when the case is finally cracked, and it’s the headline story in The Steambird… When that happens, I bet all the other reporters will shed tears of envy. I’ve already gathered all kinds of materials, I just can’t wait for the truth to be revealed.”

“You’ve got some lofty dreams, dont’cha?” Wriothesley notes, leaning far forward to look at the reporter, “I gotta commend you on that, not everyday you see a reporter as enthusiastic and honest about their work as you.”

“That’s because most of the reporters you’ve been around have been criminals, Your Grace.” Sigewinne tells him, trying to pull him back in his seat slightly.

Paimon asks about the case, resulting in Charlotte giving her the run down on the case. “Many suspects have been arrested over the years in connection with the case. But shortly after each arrest, another disappearance would always happen.” This prompts the Traveller to suggest that there could be multiple culprits in the case.

The reporter says it’s possible, but either way she cannot wait for the truth to be uncovered. Lyney agrees with her, “And at the very least, the families of those missing girls deserve some sort of explanation. I just imagined for a second what I would do if Lynette were to suddenly disappear… I’d pay any price to get her back and then find a way to track down the culprit.” Lynette tells him not to imagine that.

Neuvillette looks down, Just who is it behind these serial disappearances? They must be brought to justice, I don’t want any more people to get hurt because of this culprit.

The three siblings have their mind on the other matter. I won’t let that happen to her again. Lyney thinks, placing his hand over hers, holding it tightly. Lynette squeezes his hand back, reassuring him that she’s still there.

After another time skip, they arrive at the Court of Fontaine. The camera pans around the city, showing off its grandeur as a theme plays.

“I quite like this song, it gives the Court a suitably regal feeling.” Furina starts, “Of course, only the best is suitable for my nation!”

Charlotte bids them goodbye as she has an interview she must attend, running off soon after. Then, Lyney suggests that they stop by his home first, leading them down the lift into the central plaza of the Court.

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Lyney suggests that they stop by his home first, leading them down the lift into the central plaza of the Court. He leads them through the city to an overpass, where Freminet can be seen standing outside one of the buildings.

Ah… Freminet lowers his head slightly, trying to make himself appear less noticeable, No one will say anything… right? I hope… Lyney, noticing Freminet’s body language, gives him a pat on the shoulder, reassuring him that he won’t make a scene out of him appearing.

Lyney walks up to his house, noticing his brother. “Ah, Freminet, you’re home. Where did everyone else go? I have some new friends that I would like to introduce.” Lyney tells him.

“Oh, they all just went out a moment ago.”

“How many people do you three live with?” Navia asks, directing the question to any of the three siblings.

“Oh, quite a few, actually.” Lyney says with a chuckle.

“I see. Everyone is getting busier now that ‘Father’ will be returning soon. I suppose that can’t be helped…” Lyney turns to the Traveller and Paimon, “Allow me to introduce you to my little brother, Freminet. He is a phenomenal diver.”

“AH!” Charlotte shouts out, hitting her palm with her fist, as though a light bulb just went off in her mind, “I turns out I do know you! You’re that diver, the one who also makes stuff for people, right? Like, repair and modify mechanical contraptions and such?”

Freminet jumps slightly at the sudden questions, whipping his head over to look at her. “Oh. Uh…” He looks back down, “Yeah. I do.”

“Amazing! So, what sorts of things have you done recently?” Charlotte asks him, clearly intrigued. Arlecchino loudly clears her throat, causing the reporter to look back to the screen, “Ah, right, right! Sorry!”

“You can ask him questions later,” Lyney tells her, “He actually really enjoys talking about his hobby.” Charlotte gives a solid nod at this.

Freminet timidly says hello, scratching the back of his head as he does so. Paimon enthusiastically introduces the Traveller and herself, commenting that Lyney seems proud to have Freminet as his brother. The Traveller comments that the magician seems to have a large family, prompting him to give a quiet laugh.

Freminet asks to talk to Lyney, looking to the floor. After getting the Travellers go-ahead, the older of the two siblings goes over to talk with his younger brother. The two chat briefly, though what they say specifically isn’t audible.

“Is everything alright?” Paimon asks as Lyney turns to face them. Lyney brushes off her worry, saying that it’s just a bit of housework they were discussing.

Arlecchino gives the pair a glance, knowing that it was most likely her they were talking about. The two notice their Father’s reaction, taking it as a signal to be more careful discussing these matters near those who aren’t a part of the House while on their mission.

Lyney then turns back to the diver, “Before I forget, the Traveller and I collected more materials to make Magic Pockets. Were you able to get any, Freminet?” The man in question gives him the affirmative, saying he was about to give them to him. Lyney praises his brother, saying he’ll bring them to the workshop. When he finishes speaking, dark clouds suddenly roll in, rain falling down on the city.

Neuvillette makes a brief glance down to the wooden floor, Sigewinne glancing over to him, a slightly concerned look on her face. Navia makes a comment with a light laugh, “It seems it’s a trial day. I always hate getting wet when I go out on those days, haha.” Freminet agrees with her, giving a quick, nigh unnoticeable nod, as does Clorinde. Though, the duelist's reaction was far less shy than the divers.

“Yeah, I always have to make sure Monsieur Verite stays dry. It can be quite the hassle.” Charlotte inputs, motioning slightly to her Kamera.

“I’m actually quite partial towards the rain myself.” Neuvillette voices his opinion, looking back up, “I find it soothing.”

“I don’t really mind the rain.” Wriothesley says with a shrug, “Though I guess Sigewinne and I don’t really get to experience it much.”

As they speak, the screen shows different shots of the Court of Fontaine as the rain picks up. It ends with a shot of Lynette, holding her hand out to feel the rainfall. “Looks like… Rain.” She tells Lyney, Paimon says that she’s right, questioning the suddenness of the rain.

“Hehe, I’m afraid that’s just how it is here. It often rains on days trials are being held in the opera house, but don’t worry, it’ll clear up soon.” Lyney tells the pair.

Wriothesley gives a discrete glance to Neuvillette, who, having noticed it, gives him a look back. The Duke gives a vague shrug, turning back to the screen.

Freminet sighs, resulting in Paimon asking him what’s wrong. “There’s a legend about the rain that I tend to believe…” Freminet explains, “It’s said that a dragon of water once resided in Fontaine. Though we don’t know where the dragon went, everytime it weeps, the skies will cloud up and pour out rain.” As the diver speaks, the camera changes to show a shot of the sky, “When I was a child, my mother told me that if I wanted to go outside and play, I should yell towards the sky at the top of my lungs…” Freminet looks down for a short moment before looking to the sky, “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!”

“Ah yes! That tale!” Furina starts, “I think that it’s quite the interesting one, wouldn’t you say, Monsieur Neuvillette?”

“I suppose. Though, I don't think that the Hydro Dragon would ‘weep,’ per se.” He states, “I think he just finds himself a little stirred when he gets a taste of the tears that have been shed on this land, on account of all the emotions they contain.” Wriothesley lets out a quiet chuckle, earning a jab in his side from Sigewinne.

“I think it’s quite endearing.” Sigewinne says, leaning all the way forward for a glimpse at Freminet, “I’m sure the Hydro Dragon appreciates the sentiment.” The diver gives a small nod.

The Traveller asks if the Hydro Dragon could be one of the elemental dragons of Teyvat.

“Like Stormterror?” Charlotte asks no one in particular, “Though, this feels like something else…”

“I believe they are referring to the Dragon Sovereigns.” Neuvillette starts, “Before the Archons took place as Teyvat’s rulers, it is said that these elemental dragons ruled over this world. Though they no longer have their original power, they held full control over their respective element.”

“You seem to know a lot about this subject, Monsieur.” Wriothesley teases, to which Neuvillette closes his eyes, silently telling him to drop it.

“That is so interesting!” Charlotte interjects, not having heard Wriothesley speak, “If you could, could you tell me more about it after this?”

“I am also quite intrigued, Monsieur Neuvillette.” Arlecchino adds. Neuvillette gives the two a nod, ending the conversation so they could continue.

Paimon says that it's not unusual that it has the power to make it rain if it’s an elemental dragon. “Let Paimon try something…” She then turns around, facing the sky, and shouts, “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!” The rain, however, doesn’t subside.

Lyney says that it doesn’t seem to work, but it’s just a legend. “You know, you might be a more popular magician if you understood the concept of ‘romanticism’… or could at least play along.” Lynette scolds her brother.

“Aw, no need to be so mean, Lynette.” Lyney jokes, earning an unimpressed look from his sister.

“It’s true.”

Lyney says the Hydro Dragon just might not be comforted by the words of strangers. A time skip then occurs, skipping to when the rain ends. Lyney said it rained for longer than he thought it would, noting that it’s gotten late. Paimon questions Lyney’s reaction, asking if he needed to do something. Lyney says that he needs to do some last minute preparations for his show at the Opera Epiclese and has to figure out how to catch the last aquabus for the day.

“On the day of the performance, just ride the aquabus to the island of Erinnyes. I’ll have Lynette meet you at the fountain in front of the opera house.” Lyney directs. The Traveller bids them well, saying that they’ll see them tomorrow. Freminet, however, speaks before the twins can leave.

“Oh, uh… Are you leaving now?”

“Ah, you’re probably nervous about delivering the materials.” Lyney comments, “I think the Traveller would be perfectly fine with taking that job from you.”

Saying nearly the same as the past Lyney, future Lyney suggests that the Traveller delivers the materials for Freminet. “I’m afraid that Freminet can be quite introverted…” Lyney says, lower his voice slightly, “And the boss there tends to be pretty talkative. Freminet has always been a bit afraid of her.”

“Oh! I’m sorry if my questions earlier made you nervous, Freminet!” Charlotte quickly apologises, “I assure you, I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright…” Freminet tells her quietly.

“No, no! Just tell me the moment I get too loud. I’ll stop, you have my word!” She insists, before realising, “Ah! I’m doing it now. Sorry!” Freminet simply nods at her apology, accepting it.

Paimon agrees to do the task, the Traveller nodding alongside her. Freminet apologises for the inconvenience he may have caused them, “I’m quite useless when it comes to such tasks… I’ll think of a way to make it up to you.”

“I highly doubt you’re as inept as you make yourself out to be,” Arlecchino says, keeping up their act of not knowing each other as to keep the siblings cover for as long as feasibly possible, “I’m sure you have plenty of talents and use.”

“Oh… Thank you…” Freminet pets Pers head in a self soothing way. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Clorinde is slightly surprised at how easily the diver spoke to the Harbinger. Though… perhaps he simply doesn’t know who he is? She puts the oddness to the side for now.

Paimon says that this’ll be easy right before she and the Traveller walk off to Beaumont Workshop. When they arrive, the boss, Estelle, walks over after Paimon makes their presence known, greeting the two. Paimon says that, no they aren’t here to request her service nor are they simply there to chat, they were there to deliver the materials for the Magic Pockets, though she forgets the name and has to have Estelle remind her.

The Traveller asks if they need to pay, to which Estelle responds, “No, no need. They’ve already prepaid several batches worth. When they told me what they’d be using them for, I even offered them a discount.”

“We didn’t take it though.” Lynette states.

“She does need to make a living, afterall.” Lyney elaborates, knowing Lynette wouldn’t do it herself.

Estelle says their reason, saying that both their hearts and their wallets are made of gold with a slight laugh. “Woah, so is Lyney actually loaded?” Paimon questions, drawing a nervous laugh from the past Lyney. Estelle says she’s not sure, but maybe there's good money to be made from being a magician.

Paimon then notices the machine behind her, asking Estelle about it. She says that it’d be a waste not to use the latest technology, going on to explain, “But basically, everything we usually use here in the city is powered by Indemnitium. It’s a type of energy that’s produced by trials,” when Paimon asks where it gets its energy from. This prompts Paimons to ask another question, how trials are able to produce energy. Estelle explains this as well, saying that the Oratrice Mechanique d’Analyse Cardinale turns the people's belief in justice into energy.

“I feel like we’ve just gotten a lesson on how our country functions. I mean, it makes sense for the Traveller to need to ask.” Navia says with a laugh, shrugging slightly.

The Traveller clarifies Paimons confusion, “Well, Venti and Nahida both said the gods rely on beliefs to obtain power.”

“Venti?” Clorinde questions the unknown name.

“Venti’s a bard from Mondstadt.” Charlotte tells her, “He’s the three time winner for the ‘Most Popular Bard in Mondstadt’ so he probably told the two what he’s learned through his ballads.”

Estelle says that, though she hasn’t heard anyone put it that way before, it makes sense.

“Is that how it’s done, Lady Furina?” Sigewinne addresses the Archon.

“...Yes! That is correct! What an astute observation from this Traveller. Why, I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to see their skills in trial. It would have been a wonderful show.” Furina hesitates for a moment before she speaks, giving Lyney an disgruntled glance when she mentions the trial she could not bring about. Lyney simply chuckles and scratches the back of his head in response.

Estelle goes on to explain Pneumousia, saying that it can’t be used by most citizens due to its unstable nature. Right as she finishes, a group of men walk up to her shop.

“Heh, I thought I’d find you hard at work, but here you are chatting the day away…” One of the men, Truand, says, “Since you’re already talking, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind a few words with me.”

Those guys are from Confrerie of Cabriere. Navia notes passively, Did she somehow anger them?

Estelle quickly tries to remind them that she’ll have the Mora she owes by next month. Truand says they don’t know if she intends on running off, demanding she pay seventy percent of what she owns. Paimon, over hearing their exchange, suggests the two leave, only to be stopped when she hears a familiar voice.

“Hey, hold on! Before you go around collecting payments, why don’t you settle your own debts first?”

Arlecchino’s face contorts to an annoyed expression at the sight of Childe, “What is he doing here?”

“Hmm?” Clorinde hums in question.

“Childe, the 11th Harbinger. He is meant to be in Snezhnaya, I have no idea as to what he’s doing in Fontaine.” Arlecchino explains, “He’s horribly bloodthirsty, always looking for a fight.”

At the implication of not only Arlecchino arriving in Fontaine, based on her presence in the room, but the 11th being in the nation as well, Furina tenses slightly. Oh no… Why? Why now, when the prophecy is happening? Couldn’t they have put it off until after it was resolved? At least Tartaglia isn’t here on official business, right? Though… The Knave said that he’s bloodthirsty. Is he still here to stir up trouble? I hope not…

Childe goes on to say that it’s fine if they want to take clients from Northland Bank but that they should, at the very least, pay off their debts first. “So why don’t we work things out between us first before you go back to your little conversation here?”

Truand gets a bit hesitant, saying that they’ll pay it off by next month. However, when Paimon waves to Tartaglia, he ignores Truand, instead opting to walk over and strike up a conversation with them. “Oh, Traveller! Paimon! I didn’t think that I’d run into you here in Fontaine. What are the chances?!”

“Oh? He knows those two?” Arlecchino notes, “I didn’t know he was on such friendly terms with them. They aren’t all that receptive to us Fatuus from what I’ve heard.”

Paimon asks what Childe is doing in Fontaine, to which he says that it’s a long story, but he’s been in Fontaine for a while now and that it’s gotten boring. “But it seems that fate has brought our paths together today. Not only will I have some good friends here now, but ones who always seem to find trouble.”

“Does he always go out looking for trouble?” Navia asks, before remembering something “Wait… Wasn’t he the one who almost drowned Liyue..?”

“Hmph.” Arlecchino huffs, “The combination of the prophecy, the Travellers arrival, and him being here does bode well for the future.”

“You’re right, Lady Arlecchino.” Furina agrees, “None of this seems good. But worry not! For I, Focalors, will make sure that nothing devastating happens to our lovely nation, just as I have done for the past 500 years.”

Childe says things will only get more interesting from here on out, only for Paimon to say they want to avoid anything ‘interesting’ here. However, the man from the Confrerie of Cabriere interrupts them before their conversation could continue, “Ahem, uhh… Hey you, Northland Bank boy. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

So he doesn’t know he’s a Harbinger… Clorinde thinks, Well, to be fair I didn’t either until The Knave said who he was.

“Quite ballsy,” Wriothesley chuckles, “Taking that sort of tone with him. Clearly he’s no normal Fatui agent, or even Northland Bank employee. It’s easy to tell based on how he’s dressed.”

“Your Grace, not every human is as observant as you are.” Sigewinne tells him, “I doubt he’d want to make it a habit of running into the Fatui enough to recognise their uniforms.”

“Heh, I guess you’re right.” Wriothesley agrees.

Childe scolds him, telling him not to interrupt, before going back to conversing with the Traveller and Paimon. This only makes Truand angrier, vaguely trying to threaten Tartaglia, only to be ignored. “Hey, I just said not to interrupt. Oh, by the way, Traveller…” His tone goes back to the cheerful one when addressing the Traveller, “The last time I took Tonia and Teucer ice fishing, Teucer said…”

“Lady Arlecchino, I know I’m not meant to write this down so I won't, but who are Tonia and Teucer?” Charlotte asks, putting her notepad face down in her lap for further reassurance.

“Those are two of Childe’s siblings.” The Knave explains, “The only redeeming factor he has above all the other Harbingers is his love for his family. He talks about them quite a bit.”

“I see! Do you know how many siblings he has?”

“I think you should refrain from asking questions now.” Arlecchino tells the reporter, causing her to instantly quiet herself.

This act of continuing the conversation only serves to make Truand furious, resulting in him starting a physical fight between his men and the Harbinger. Childe simply gets annoyed, though he quickly agrees to the fight. “Fine, though the bank told me not to get rough with our clients…” Childe starts, “You’re the ones who started it. This is an act of self-defence. You two will be my witnesses, okay?”

“He is not wrong.” Neuvillette states, “In the scenario, he is able to use reasonable force to defend himself from harm.”

Paimon says it won't take long, and just like she says, it didn’t. He easily knocks out most of the men, leaving only Truand standing.

Oh my… Furina eyes widen at the display for strength. If that’s what the 11th can do… No, he was barely trying, as though he were merely breathing… If that’s what he can do, what can The Knave do…? She’s… the 4th, right? 7 whole places above him…

Noticing Furinas tenseness, Neuvillette cocks his head, silently asking if she’s alright. She quickly schools herself, changing her body language to one of infatuation instead. Neuvillette brushes off her initial reaction, It seems she’s enjoying this ‘show’.

Truand questions Tartaglia’s strength, “...Wait, don’t tell me you’re..!”

“Took him long enough.” Wriothesley jokes, putting his hands up in mock defence at Sigewinnes stern look.

Childe says it’s a little late that he noticed, telling him not to cross the Northland Bank. When he goes to use his Vision again it fails, shocking him and the travelling pair. Truand goes to try and take him down, but Tartaglia easily takes him down barehanded.

“What..?” Lyney says in disbelief. “Did his Vision… just turn off?” Lynette, sharing his shock, nods.

“That is… peculiar. This is the first time I’ve ever heard of this happening.” Neuvillette states, bringing a hand to cover his mouth in confusion. Right next to him, Furina is staring in shock, before noticing the looks she’s getting, it was a Hydro Vision, after all.

“I… I, too, have never heard of this type of event happening. Never once has a Vision stopped working, and I know not of anything that could cause it to happen, either.” Furina quickly defends, “Perhaps he will become unworthy of having one, for what reason I do not know.”

“I guess that’s a plausible reason…” Freminet mutters, getting a nod from Arlecchino. The Harbinger simply stares at the screen with furrowed eyebrows.

When asked about what happened by the Traveller, Childe says he doesn’t know, hypothesising that something is wrong with his Vision. In the background, the men from the Confrerie of Cabriere run off, forgetting about collecting the debt that Estelle owes them. Paimon says the same as Neuvillette had said, commenting that it’s strange. Childe says he shouldn’t rely on his Vision too much, anyways.

“Besides, I always have my Delusion in case I need it.”

“Delusion…?” Navia mutters, earning a look from Arlecchino. This look serves as a warning, one telling her not to say a word. However, another voice asks the question. Lyney frowns, knowing how dangerous a Delusion can be, but also understanding the want for one in a time of need.

“What’s a ‘Delusion’?” Furina asks, directing her attention to the Harbinger, “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“I will not say.” Arlecchino says sternly, “I would also highly recommend no one ask about the topic again.” At the Knaves' clear avoidance of the topic, Furina quiets herself.

A delusion, hmm? The Duke ponders, Clearly a Fatui secret… One that the Traveller and their companion know of as well. Similar to a Vision, if the 11th Harbinger’s word is anything to go by. The warden shoots the Iudex a look, prompting the judge to give him a nod of acknowledgement. 

Sigewinne notices this silent exchange, looking forward as though she saw nothing. His Grace must have figured it out. I’ll have to check my hypothesis against his later.

The Traveller warns Tartaglia to not use his Delusion too often.

It must cause some sort of harm, if a warning is needed. Clorinde thinks, Though, is it mental or physical? Perhaps both?

Paimon asks Childe about what he’s doing in Fontaine, “And don’t say it’s work for Northland Bank!”

“I, too, wish to know just why he’s in Fontaine.” Arlecchino crosses her arms.

“You said he was ‘always looking for a fight’, right?” Navia mentions, “Perhaps he wishes to duel with the Champion Duelists?” Clorinde gives a brief hum at this suggestion.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” The 4th Harbinger concurs, “He wouldn’t be the type to simply go on a ‘vacation’ like this. He ought to have an incentive to head to Fontaine over spending time with his family in Snezhnaya.”

Tartaglia says that it’s probably because he’s been in a bad mood lately, confusing Paimon. “Wait, since when do you feel down about anything?” He simply laughs this off, saying that he doesn’t know and that he still has stuff to learn about himself.

“But recently, there seems to be some sort of restless power stirring inside of me…” The Harbinger’s changes from his previous light hearted one to a more serious tone. “And I don’t know why, but every now and then I feel like I’m in a terrible mood...”

A… power? Neuvillette’s eyebrows knit together slightly, Such a foreboding statement and yet, very little to go off of. I should hope that nothing comes of this.

Arlecchino, in a similar vein, cups her chin in her hand as she stares at the screen, He’s never this serious about anything. Just what will he bring upon Fontaine?

The Archon has similar worries darting around in her mind, though she makes sure to school her expression to hide them. What? First the Knave is in this room… Clearly she’ll have some part in the Future! Then the Traveller arrives in Fontaine? They never bring good things about… And now the 11th has some sort of ability or power growing restless in him? Mirror-Me, the ‘magnificent trial’ you told me about will be held soon, won’t it? The circumstances are ramping up, water levels are rising and the Fatui are getting more involved… I just hope Mirror-Me was right about all this. We’ll succeed, won’t we?

Paimon suggests that, maybe, his losing control of his Vision is related to this power. Childe says that it’s a possibility as the Traveller questions the source of this power.

“I can’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned it before, but when I was fourteen, I fell into some unknown abyss…”

“The abyss…” Lyney narrows his eyes and speaks in a low, hesitant voice, “How did he survive, much less make it out of there?”

“It was during this time that I learned nearly all of my abilities. The one who took me under her wing and taught me was named Skirk.” He elaborates further, telling the pair how she was always a quiet and mysterious person, no one knows where she comes from nor what she’s done, though she was always strict when teaching him.

“Someone who taught a harbinger must have been extremely strong.” Sigewinne notes, “Especially one who’s not even out of his 20’s.”

“Tartaglia has talked about this ‘Skirk’ before.” The Knave tells the group, “He holds her in high esteem.”

“Clearly!” Furina starts in a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, “His master seems to be a strong force in and of herself, of course one such as himself would find her admirable. Why, if I were him, I’d be trying all I could to locate her. The Knave said he loves a good battle, so he must be dying to spar with his master.” Furina looks around to gauge the reaction of her audience, which, from most of her subjects, is one of interest. Though a few outliers are there, Neuvillette, as always, has his unfeeling stoic expression, while in contrast Wriothesley has an amused look upon his face. Arlecchino, the last of these outliers, has a disinterested and, vaguely, Furina feels as though she’s looking down at her.

“One time, I asked her why she was willing to take me on as an apprentice. From what I could make of her answer, it was…” Childe recalls, “because I had awakened ‘it’, and traces of ‘it’ remained on me.” He goes on to explain how Skirk told him that the training she put him through would be useful in the future. 

Just what is ‘it’? Neuvillette ponders, Was ‘it’ abyss related? Or, something else? More importantly, is it a threat to Fontaine?

As Neuvillette internally asks his questions, Paimon vocalises one of them, asking the Harbinger what ‘it’ is. Tartalia says that Skirk never said but guesses that it is related to a dream he saw.

“In my dream, I was in the deepest depths of the sea, and the boundless seabed was all around me. But in front of me appeared a whale that was so massive it felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“A… Whale?” Lyney questions before addressing Neuvillette, “Monsieur Neuvillette, do you know what he’s talking about?”

In response, the Iudex shakes his head, “My apologies, I do not. Though, it appears to be clear that this whale is not your usual type, if how the Harbinger is explaining it is accurate.”

Paimon mentions the whale that Childe used to attack them in their fight, to which Childe says he took inspiration from the whale from his dreams to make that attack.

“So you used the whale as inspiration for one of your moves?” Paimon says, “Huh… Seems a little twisted to Paimon.”

So that’s where he got that attack from. Arlecchino crosses her legs, I suppose that makes sense.

The Traveller suggests that the power could be related to the abyss, prompting Paimon to tell him to ask his master. Though, Childe says that he’s been searching for Skirk ever since he escaped the abyss, but to no avail. He continues on saying that he’s out of leads, but there’s nothing more he can do.

He then turns the conversation away from the previous topic, mentioning that he has somewhere else he must be. “Lately, I’ve been sparring with some of Fontaine’s official Champion Duelists whenever I’m feeling bored.”

Clorinde lets out a discontent sigh, “It’s likely I’ll duel him, then.”

Navia gives a sigh and looks down, crossing her arms over her chest. After a moment, she looks back up, a slightly sombre look on her face.

Paimon expresses confusion on what Champion Duelists are, leading Childe to clarify their job and Fontaines culture of fighting for honour. He mentions how, in the worst case scenario, one would be killed in the duel.

“Though it’s rumoured that Fontaine has a death penalty, from what I can tell, no one has ever been officially sentenced to death.”

“Is it true that the death penalty is in the list of possible punishments, Monsieur Neuvillette?” Lyney addresses the Chief Justice. Neuvillette briefly closes his eyes before turning to Lyney to respond.

“That is correct, as far as I am aware, it is possible for the Oratrice Mechanique D’Analyse Cardinale to proclaim that a defendant is to be sentenced to capital punishment. However,” He pauses to search his memories for a brief moment, “For as long as I’ve been the Chief Justice, none have been given this punishment.”

Lyney nods, turning back to the screen as Freminet thinks. No one’s been put to death in over 400 years. Surely it’s not even a possibility anymore, otherwise it would have happened by now. Right..?

Tartaglia carries on, saying that now the only reasons one would want to duel is if one has suffered grave injustice in being accused or if one greatly values their honour.

The three continue to talk about Champion Duelists for a little longer, with Childe saying that he’s just itching to fight them due to their supposed strength. “Apparently, the one I’m meeting today, Clorinde, is the strongest of the Champion Duelists.” Childe mentions, “I had been asking her for some time before she finally agreed to face me today.”

“Quite persistent, isn’t he.” Navia says with a slightly amused look upon her face.

“He never was one to back down,” The Knave states, “Miss Clorinde,” Clorinde immediately turns her attention to the Harbinger, “I recommend you simply agree to fight him when he asks. Save yourself the trouble of having to deal with him for a prolonged period of time.” Clorinde gives her a nod.

Paimon says they’ve heard the name before so the Traveller says that it was when they met the Hydro Archon.

“Oh, before I forget, I want you to have this.” Tartaglia then, much to the confusion of the Traveller and their companion, tosses his Vision over to the two.

“Huh?” Charlotte, shocked, starts, “But… Why would he give away his Vision? Even if it isn’t working right now, wouldn’t he feel more comfortable having it by his side anyways?”

“That is odd.” The magician agrees, “I know that even if my Vision wasn’t working, I would. Unless it was only for a short period of time, like a show.”

“It’s useless to him right now.” Lynette states, “Perhaps he didn’t feel the need to keep it if it was malfunctioning.”

Childe clarifies his intentions, saying that he’d be upset if it became uncontrollable again and got in the way of his duel. He says that he only needs them to hold onto if for a bit and that he’ll come retrieve it later.

“Why do I get the feeling that it’ll be a bit longer than a ‘short while’.” Navia says to no one in particular.

“Perhaps,” Furina responds, “But, I feel it’ll make the story all the more interesting if something got in the way of him retrieving his beloved Vision. What’s a story without a few twists?”

Paimon calls him out, saying he just wants an excuse to talk to them again. He laughs at this, saying he’ll be in touch before leaving.

After Childe is out of hearing range, Paimon says that he seems the same as ever, even if he says he’s feeling down. “Well, seems we don’t have much to do for now… We might as well walk around and see the city before Lyney’s performance.”

“Your Grace, we should see the city again sometime.” Sigewinne glances up at the Duke, “And I mean for purposes other than escorting criminals to the Fortress.”

“If you want to take some leave to do so, be my guest, Sigewinne.” Wriothesley tells her, “I’m afraid I’m too busy to take such a liberty.” To this, the nurse gives a sigh.

“You have to take breaks sometimes, Your Grace.” She scolds, earning a light hearted chuckle from the warden.

As Paimon leads the pair around the city, she reads a mystery novel, spoiling it to the Traveller. “Wow, who could have seen that coming?! The reporter who was barely around for most of the story was the murderer all along!” The Traveller, understandably, scolds her for this.

“Hmph!” Furina scoffs, “One should know not to spoil a story! Especially one with such a good twist! What if a potential reader were to walk by?”

The Traveller bentions that they never would have imagined they’d see the day Paimon would enjoy reading. Paimon glosses over their comment, instead comparing the novels in Fontaine to those of Yae Publishing House, saying how these ones feel more like ‘novels’. She then recommends the books to the Traveller, particularly the one she was reading.

“Well the point of reading it is kind of obsolete now that the twist was revealed to them,” Furina complains, “I mean, who spoils a story just to go tell them to read it?”

“I believe that one can still gain enjoyment out of reading a story, even if you do know the ending.” Neuvillette tells her, “Stories, in my opinion, are more of the journey over the ending.”

“That is certainly a perspective, Neuvillette.” Furina expressively motions with her hand, “But really, what’s the point of a story if not to reach the end?” Neuvillette just sighs at this.

The Traveller shares the same sentiment as Furina, so Paimon apologises. She then reminds them that they have Lyney’s show to see soon.

“Lyney said that the Opera House is in Erinnyes, so let’s go ride the aquabus!” And so, the two head off to the Navia Line.

“Miss Navia, I’ve been meaning to ask, is it true that the Navia line is named after you?” Lyney asks her, earning a smile from the demoiselle.

“Actually, yes! It is. My father helped construct the Aquabus lines.”

The two finally reach the Opera Epiclese, Paimon gasping in awe as they walk up to the building. Paimon takes note of the fountain, particularly the people gathered around it, some of whom are praying to the Archon for a child.

Paimon suggests that it’s probably a custom of Fontaine, though the Traveller shrugs and shakes their head.

“It does seem quite odd,” Arlecchino mentions, “Though we’ve been doing it for so long that I never thought much of it.”

Then, out of seemingly nowhere, the Traveller hears a female voice, startling them.

“Vacher…”

Neuvillette narrows his eyes slightly at this. Vacher..?

“Vacher?” Freminet murmurs, “Who is Vacher?” Lyney takes it upon himself to ask for his brother.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, do you know who ‘Vacher’ is?”

“I cannot say I do.” He tells them, “I do not recall them ever setting foot in front of the court, nor do I remember if I’ve ever met them.” His voice sounds equally confused as the others.

“That’s a shame.” Navia sighs, “I suppose we’ll learn who this ‘Vacher’ is further down the line, then.”

Paimon questions this reaction, but the Traveller is focused more on the voice over her. The Traveller thinks that it was Paimon speaking, so they ask, but she denies speaking. As the Traveller questions this, Lynette walks up to them, welcoming them to the Fountain of Lucine and explains the custom of praying at the Fountain for a child.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Furina calls out, “Neuvillette! You said you have plans to view their show, didn’t you?” Neuvillette nods in affirmation, so Furina continues, “Then we’ll most likely see you on screen soon. Also! My august self will also make an appearance once more.”

“You’re also going to watch our show, Lady Furina?” Lynette leans forward to view the lady in question.

‘Of course! Have I not mentioned it?”

Paimon gets startled at Lynette's sudden appearance, to which the assistant reminds her that Lyney asked her to wait for them.

The Traveller takes this opportunity to ask Lynette about the voice they’ve just heard, so she provides some vague clarification on it.

“In fact, you might not be imagining things at all. I suspect that what you heard is a result of your hypersensitivity to the Hydro element. Others in my family have had similar experiences.”

Neuvillette gives a slight nod at this explanation, agreeing with it. The Archon notices this look, so she decides to speak.

“Of course that’s what it is.” Furina states, “I would know.” At least, I should, right?

Paimon asks why their sensitivity to Hydro would make them hear a voice, but Lynette asks a vague question in return.

“Why do you cry Paimon?”

Though, this just perplexes her even more.

Why do humans cry? As he folds his hands in his lap, Neuvillette ponders this question himself. It is to release emotion, is it not?

Paimon answers despite her confusion, saying that she cries when she’s really sad, really happy, and really scared. Lynette tells her that, since she understands this, that she should understand that tears hold people's most intense emotions.

They do. Neuvillette thinks It’s quite overwhelming at times.

As Lynette finishes her explanation, Paimon asks what the voice they heard was saying. When told it was a name, she ponders what happened to them, however before the conversation can continue along this path Lynette brings it over to her and Lyney’s show.

“Don’t let that calm look of his fool you, he tends to get pretty nervous just before a performance. So chatting with Lyney might help him relax a little before he goes on stage.”

“Hehe, no need to go revealing everything now, Lynette.” The magician laughs, earning a side glance from his sister.

“I’m simply trying to calm you down.”

And so, the three head inside to see Lyney, who’s waiting in the first room of the opera house.

He greets the Traveller and Paimon, saying he was expecting them. Paimon, as energetic as always, says that they were looking forward to it. He says he could tell, given how early the pair arrived.

“I hope your show goes well.” Freminet tells them, “Have fun up there.”

Lyney says that, since the audience hasn’t arrived next, he can get them the best seats in the house.

“How much do you want to bet Monsieur Neuvillette is already there?” Wriothesley jokes.

“Whatever do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be there?” The Iudex furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“I kid, you just have a habit of getting to places before you have to. You’ve never even been late for a trial, you’re always early.” The warden waves his hand nonchalantly.

“I see…”

Lyney goes off to fetch the tickets, leaving three behind to chat amongst themselves. Not too long later, Lyney returns with their tickets, telling them that he reserved their seats in advance.

After Paimon thanks Lyney, one of his assistants, Cowell, comes to ask him to look at something.

“Ah! It’s Cowell!” Lyney says in a cheerful tone before clarifying for the room, “He’s one of mine and Lynette's assistants.”

Lyney excuses himself and heads off to help Cowell with the stage props. When he and his sister leave, Paimon and the Traveller head to their seats. When they enter the audience, Neuvillette can be seen sitting in the seat next to theirs.

This makes Wriothesley give a quiet laugh, “Turns out I was right.”

When they sit down, an awkward silence fills the air. This goes on for a good minute or so, no one making a move to try and talk.

“I can feel the awkwardness from here.” Navia nervously laughs.

“My dear Iudex, you really must improve your social skills!” Furina light heartedly jokes, “Really now, how would our guests feel if the revered Chief Justice won’t make conversation.”

“I’m sorry,” Neuvillette says, having misinterpreted her tone as actual criticism, “I will try and make conversation when I meet them.”

“I’m sure she was joking, Monsieur.” Sigewinne clarifies, leaving Neuvillette to apologise again for his misinterpretation. 

Eventually, Paimon suggests they make conversation.

“Excuse me, I did not realise you felt awkward. I am terribly sorry.”

“You really apologise for everything.” Clorinde says with a smirk, “You don’t have to apologise for every little thing.”

“My apologies, I’ll try and refrain from apologising so much.” This earns a chuckle from Wriothesley.

Neuvillette says that he’d be happy to chat if they would like. Paimon is slightly surprised that he heard her, as she thought she was being quiet.

“You do have more sensitive hearing than most people.” Furina comments, “Really, it’s quite surprising.”

“Is it?” Neuvillette murmurs, “I hadn’t known.”

Paimon continues to make the conversation even more awkward, but eventually she comes up with a topic of conversation.

“Are you a friend of Lyney’s, too?”

“A… friend, you say?” Neuvillette rhetorically confirms, “Well, if Mr. Lyney would like to be my friend, I would be more than happy to reciprocate.”

This takes Lyney by surprise, “Monsieur Neuvillette, you would like to be my friend?”

“I would not object to the idea, no.”

“Huh, last time I knew, you always abstained from forming ‘personal relationships’, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“I do, however I would say we have a personal relationship, Your Grace.” Neuvillette says with a slight tilt of his head. “Do we not?” Wriothesley just answers with a shrug.

Paimon realises that the two aren’t friends, but notices the conversation keeps hitting dead ends.

“You always seem so put together during a trial,” Charlotte starts, “Who would have known that you were so bad at conversation.” Realising how her statement could have been interpreted as rude, she goes to amend that, “Ah! I didn’t mean to sound so rude! I just mean I never would have guessed that our Iudex wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation… wait, no…”

“Just stop, it’s getting pitiful.” Arlechinno tells her, “I’m sure he gets the idea.”

Paimon decides to introduce herself alongside the Traveller, prompting Neuvillette to do the same, as per proper etiquette. However, Lyney interrupts their conversation, saying it’s an honour for Neuvillette to be watching his show. However, Neuvillette says it's actually an honour on his part to view his show.

“Polite as always.” Clorinde briefly comments.

Paimon puts the pieces together, realising that he’s the Chief Justice, though Lyney takes it upon himself to explain to the two.

“Allow me to introduce you to Fontaine’s Chief Justice. That seat is always reserved for him. It wouldn’t be too much to say that he’s the symbol of justice and honesty here in Fontaine.”

Paimon then goes to apologise.

“I am simply doing my job,” Neuvillette states, “Most everyone has their usual reserved seat and I am no exception.”

“I suppose you’re not wrong,” Wriothesley smirks, “Though, I think you are underselling yourself quite a bit. You practically hold the nation on your shoulders.”

Though she doesn’t show it, Furina feels slightly guilty at this statement. Am I not doing enough? Or is it that Neuvillette is doing so much? I hope it was just hyperbole and not those options… I don’t want to push my work onto someone else without permission…

Neuvillette looks down, his town going slightly annoyed, “And by the way, I should probably let you know, even though I would prefer not to…” The camera shifts to show Furina sitting up high, “There’s someone sitting up there in the VIP seats that has been striking a pose for quite a while now…”

“Now, now, Neuvillette.” Furina huffs, “No need to sound so enthusiastic. You’ll give the audience the wrong idea on our relationship. Surely you aren’t annoyed by me that much.”

After a moment, Neuvillette just gives a sigh, “I assure you, Lady Furina, you are not intolerable.”

“What’s that meant to mean?!”

Neuvillette says she seems to be wanting to give an elegant and impressive first impression.

“I suppose they’ve already gone beyond first impressions.” Neuvillette comments.

He goes on to say that they should take notice of her before she gets flustered, and when they give her a bit of attention he says that it’s sufficient. Paimon notes how things are between the Hydro Archon and Chief Justice before Lyney says that they’ve just a few more preparations before the show starts.

“Oh ho! It seems you all will see our show prematurely.” Lyney gives a playful wink, ‘Just don’t give anyone any spoilers now.”

The camera pans out after a short time skip, showing the stage in its entirety. After a moment, the lights dim. Paimon shouts, earning a disappointing huff from Neuvillette. Once the spotlight shines on the stage, Lyney’s voice can be heard, welcoming the audience to the show.

Arlecchino sits up, These two have put so much effort into their show. I do wonder how it turned out.

Lyney walks on stage, introducing Lynette as she does the same. He clarifies to the audience that they won’t be using their Visions during their performance, and in fact will be removing them for the time being.

“That makes sense, you have to keep up the illusion.” Charlotte whispers.

Lynette walks off stage to make some final preparations, leaving Lyney alone on stage. And so, his act finally begins. To begin, he talks about how “a magician's greatest skill is making things disappear or appear.” He gives a bow, tipping his hat off his head before showing the audience the inside, which appears empty. However, he sets it down, floating in the air without any apparent strings attached.

Furina leans back in her seat, enjoyment on her face as she gives a little clap. On the other side of the room, Navia covers her mouth to hide a smile creeping its way onto her face.

Lyney taps his hat, causing come cards to fall out. Feigning surprise momentarily, he keeps tapping the hat as more cards fall out before flipping it back onto his head, to which a dove flies out. He does another minor trick, summoning cards to his hands, before addressing the audience.

“But this isn’t what you came for.” He walks across the stage as he speaks, “These little tricks? You’ve seen them all before.” Pausing for dramatic effect, he turns back to the audience, “So it’s time for something truly extraordinary.”

Oh? Sigewinne tilts her head in intrigue, Just what’ll happen next?

“This one’s a little tricky…” Lyney balls his hands together as Paimon gasps in awe. When he throws his hands up, a dove flies out of his hands. The camera follows it up to a water tank with Lynette sitting atop of it.

It took those two quite a while to train that bird’s path. Arlecchino thinks amusedly, I’m proud to see their efforts have paid off.

Lynette waves to the crowd as Lyney introduces the trick. The camera changes to show Furina, who has Clorinde standing aside her, humming in mild amusement. Lynette hops into the take, doing a little twirl in the water.

This trick can be dangerous if a mishap happens. Neuvillette internally notes, If worse comes to worst, I can rescue Miss Lynette before she drowns. Though, I doubt that’ll happen.

The top of the box drops, leaving Lyney to act worried. However, he quickly returns to his nonchalance, saying that, “If it were any other magician they would be getting very nervous right about now.” He gives a laugh, “Luckily it’s me on stage! So let me show you what a true virtuoso can do!”

Wriothesley quirks an eyebrow in amusement, Oh? Now this is interesting.

Lyney snaps his fingers and Lynette is covered in bubbles. When said bubbles disperse, all that’s left behind is her clothing.

Both Furinas lean forward, sucking in a breath at this act.

Lyney calls out Lynette's name, playing with the audience slightly before Lynette walks back on stage. This garners a large applause from the audience, both on screen and off.

“It seems they like our show.” Lyney whispers to his siblings, earning a nod from Lynette.

‘I think it’s quite good so far…” Freminet tells them with a soft smile on his face.

They give a bow as they move onto their next act. In the crowd, Paimon expresses confusion over what just happened. However, Neuvillette goes counter to her minor complaints about not being able to see how they did it.

“If we could see easily through his tricks, then that would mean his skills are still lacking.” He sounds impressed as he finishes his sentence, “To appreciate magic, you should focus on the show that’s happening on stage rather than getting caught up in trying to see that which has been intentionally hidden.

Clorinde nods at this sentiment, though no one really noticed due to Lyney appearing back on stage.

The magician thanks the crowd, building up for their final trick for the night. He says that, while the water tank was impressive, Lynette is still his assistant. So, to make this next one all the more impressive, he will choose one lucky audience member.

Lyney has his assistants bring out his magic boxes, one placed in the crowd and the other on stage. Finally, he states the trick outright: A swap!

“That’s fun!” Charlotte states, “I really wanna know how you’ll do it! If you could, could you tell me after this?”

“As nice as that’d be,” Lyney says teasingly, “A magician has to keep their secrets. As Monsieur Neuvillette said, you should focus more on what’s on stage over what’s not.”

He goes on to explain the trick to those unfamiliar. Paimon takes this opportunity to verbally question how he’ll do it, when Paimon and the Traveller turn their attention back to the stage, Lyney has brought a device to the stage.

“I wonder who it’ll turn out to be.” Lyney states, “Wouldn’t it be funny if Monsieur Neuvillette gets chosen?”

“That is highly unlikely.” The man says, not picking up on the joke.

“Haha, only joking Monsieur.” Lyney clarifies, “I know it probably won’t be you.”

And just as they say, it was not Neuvillette who was chosen but instead a lady in row seven, seat three.

Hmm? She seems familiar… Wriothesley recalls, before coming to the realisation of who she is.

“It seems our little thief has come back.” he whispers to Sigewinne who nods, having realised it herself.

Lyney makes a comment that she could possibly end up in the Fortress of Meropied if the magic goes awry, so it’s best not to do anything tricky. Nervously, re gives a brief reply before entering the box.

Good. The Knave smiles at Lyney’s veiled threat, He knows just who she is. That’s good. That's good.

Lyney gives the audience a test count down to make sure they’re in sync before entering his box. Paimon notices that Neuvillette hasn’t been counting, so she questions him about it.

“I am counting in my head. I think things are exciting enough in here as it is.” He answers, “Merely a consequence of my identity and personality. Do not worry about me. Just enjoy the show.”

I never thought about how tough it must be to be such a public figure. Freminet hugs pers closer to himself in anticipation of the act.

Paimon says she just thought he might be uncomfortable. As the crowd continues to count down for 60, Lyney and another one of his assistants, Garrick, participate in some light stage banter. The Traveller tells Paimon it’s an act at her confusion.

Just then, a loud bang can be heard.

“Huh?” Lyney mutters, “That’s odd…”

“Was that meant to happen?” Sigewinne asks the duo, earning a no in response.

When the countdown reaches 4 seconds, ‘Lyney’ bursts out from the box on stage before quickly returning to the inside of it. Finally, the countdown reaches zero. The audience stands to face the box in the audience, Furina running to the edge to get a better view.

Some of those watching lean forward in their seats, namely Sigewinne, Navia, Freminet, and Charlotte. They held their breath in anticipation, watching the box intently.

The box opens to reveal Lyney, who steps out of the box with his arms spread wide, some small fireworks going off beside him.

“Tada!” He shouts as the audience applauds and cheers, the music in the background accentuating the performance. He motions to the box on stage, pyrotechnics going off, highlighting the other box.

“And now,” Lyney adds, wanting to bring more flair to this exclusive viewing, “Our lovely audience member.”

Neuvillette, the Traveller, and Paimon turn to face the stage, seeing Garrick bow before walking to the side. A few seconds pass as snare drums build up to the finale.

“Oooh…” Charlotte balls her fists together in excitement, eyes wide, “Come on…”

Without warning, the watertank came crashing down onto the box, crushing it instantly.

Navia reflexively covers her mouth in shock, reeling back as she lets out a loud gasp, Charlotte having a similar reaction, though she shot up out of her seat, pausing it. Clorinde’s eyebrows furrow as she glances over to the magician and his assistant. Lyney was gripping Lynette's hand tightly, his eyes wide as he stares at the screen.

No, no no no no…! Lyney panics, holding his sister's hand tighter, Was the audience member still in there? Was Lynette still in there? She got out, right? Please… She had to have… How did it fall? But, I would have had the rope double checked! Cowell would have checked the rope, how did it break?! No one died right?

Noticing his brother's panic, Freminet shifted to sit closer to him, casting a worried glance to him. On the other side of the aisle, Arlecchino tilted her head up, looking down her nose at the screen. Her face contorts to an expression that’s a mix of contemplation, frustration, and a bit of worry.

The Archon simply sat in silent panic at the sight. Did someone just… die..? Did Mister Lyney plan this? No… He didn't, right? But… if not who could have? Or was it just a freak accident?

Neuvillette tilts his head down, frowning slightly. Next to him, Wriothesley crosses his arms as Sigewinne gasps in shock.

“Your Grace…” Her voice sounds airy as she addresses him.

“Yeah… Doesn’t look good…” Wriothesley hits his head in his hand in a thinking sort of gesture, his expression showing that he’s taking this seriously.

After a moment, the event that just happened finally sets in.

“Oh my god…” Navia forces out, her voice shaking, “Mister Lyney..?”

Lyney turns to her, worry engraved into his features, “I…” He takes a moment to recompose himself before continuing to speak in a breathy voice, “I don’t know what happened. The tank should be stable.”

Charlotte, realising that she’s paused the video, sits back down.

The water tank falls over, spilling all over the stage. The gasps of the audience can be heard as the camera pans over the scene. It zooms in on the trio, with Paimon questioning what happened.

No one goes to answer, staying silent as they take in the outcome of the accident.

A mask is shown floating in the water, a hand sticking out from beneath the wreckage. The mask is of the same kind that the assistants of Lyney’s wear, the sleeve that can be seen sharing the same story.

“An assistant…” Lynette murmurs, earning a nod from her brother.

Camera cuts to Lyney, tilting as he takes ragged breaths. The screen cuts to black.

“Is that all..?” Furina whispers just loudly enough for the rest to hear after a few moments of nothing, “Is that where it ends?”

As an answer to Furina’s question, the screen lights back up as she’s seen gasping and covering her face in reaction. A member of the audience asks if it's part of the show.

“It’s not.” Lyney answers solemnly, “It’s not…”

The audience member turns to Lyney, asking if he’ll fix it with his magic. However, instead of answering her, he vocalises his thoughts.

“What happened…” His eyes are wide and his voice quiet, his body deflating from the previous bravado it had. Paimon realises that it isn’t part of the show, so Neuvillette takes control of the situation.

“This performance is over!” The judge’s voice is strong and commanding, easily resounding throughout the entirety of the opera house as he dishes out his orders, “Medical staff, with me. Gardes, secure the scene and detain all the performers. Seal the exits, no one gets in or out at this time.” The Gardes in the room follow his orders right as he says them, not wasting a second of time.

“At least Monsieur Neuvillette is there.” Furina states, her voice quieter than most in the room are used to. Realising this, she clears her throat before putting on her act again, “Ahem! I mean, Monsieur Neuvillette will easily get this situation under control alongside me. Have you no trust in your beloved Chief Justice and the God of Justice to get to the bottom of this?”

Furina takes this chance to put some input as well, stuttering as she says that Neuvillette is right. She says that, if it was an accident then they should find the cause, but were it to be a scheme they must find the culprit.

“Then those accountable will not escape the judgement of the God of Justice!” Neuvillette does not address Furina’s words, instead turning to the two.

“No need to be alarmed, you two.” He says in a soothing voice, “We’ll get to the bottom of this soon enough.”

Freminet lets off a sigh of relief, knowing that the situation is in good hands. “That’s good…” Lyney nods, his face still morphed into a look of worry.

Finally, the Gardes complete their investigation. Neuvillette takes the stage, explaining to the audience what they’ve gathered.

“Unfortunately, the person in the magic box has been pronounced dead.” He projects his voice, sounding calm even in this stressful situation, “His name was Cowell, one of the assistants in Lyney’s magic troupe.”

Cowell? Arlecchino notes, Why him and not the audience member? Where did she run off to?

Lyney frowns at this, looking down in shame. “Cowell…”

“It isn’t your fault, Lyney.” Lynette tells him, “We can still prevent this, we just have to know why the water tank fell.”

Neuvillette explains just this, saying the fireworks on stages lit the rope aflame, resulting in them breaking and thus the resulting accident. He also vocalises Arlecchino’s thoughts, saying that they do not know why Cowell was in the box and not the chosen participant.

“That is quite odd.” Wriothesley notes, his frown deepening.

“And after an initial search of the area,” He continues, “the Gardes have confirmed that the girl is nowhere to be found.” He says that it appears this isn’t simply an accident.

What? Furina’s eyes widen slightly, She’s just gone? No trace of her? Is this related to the serial disappearances case? It has to be, right? A girl, about the age of the other victims, suddenly goes missing with seemingly no evidence on where she could have gone… Is our magician our culprit? Has he been the one kidnapping those girls? Is his siblings also in on the scheme? Or are they innocent…? If he’s the culprit then Miss Lynette has to be one as well, right? She has to be…

Neuvillette says that it appears to be connected to the case Furina mentioned, shocking some audience members. Paimon says that it’s the one Charlotte mentioned.

“And to pull it off like this…” The Traveller replies, “In front of an audience including the Archon and Chief Justice.”

“That’s right!” Furina stands up, putting a hand to her hip and the other to her chest, “I know the truth! Really, such a poorly thought out mystery as the ‘finale’...” She turns to Lyney, “Mister Lyney! Do you really think so low of us?” She points right at him, bringing her theatrics up ten fold, “I’d say you are now the prime suspect of the serial disappearances case!’

“What..?” Lyney gasps in shock, “This was all an accident!”

“It happened during your show, did it not? The missing girl disappeared after being chosen, did she not? The deceased is one of your assistants, is he not ?” She briefly pauses before continuing, “That speech you did during your show! It was nothing but a challenge, wasn’t it?”

Neuvillette takes this as a cue to stand up, his voice is stern and easily resonates in the room as he speaks with such authority that even the Archon instantly turns to him. “Lady Furina. Now is not the time. If your statement is intended to be taken as an accusation against Mister Lyney and his associates and that you wish to press charges, that must wait. You will be able to do so once we leave this room, but for now, please sit down.” He waits for Furina to follow his directions before sitting down himself.

The conversation goes just as it did, with Furina accusing Lyney of being the one behind the murder of Cowell. Paimon mentions that he was in the box the whole time and that he wants to catch the criminal, saying she doesn’t think that he’s the perpetrator. The Traveller agrees saying he’s a suspect at most.

Neuvillette tells them to discuss this later before addressing Furina. He asks if she intends to press charges, however, she gets flustered at this. Stuttering, she thinks it might be a little early to formally press charges.

“Hmm?” Arlecchino chastises, “Is our God of Justice unwilling to seek the punishment of one who’s the only clear perpetrator in this case? Did you not say that you will get to the bottom of this?”

“Oh! Umm…” Furina hesitates, but the video continues.

The audience says that what she’s said makes sense, so why wouldn’t she press charges? This makes Furina change her mind, saying that there’s something that excites her even more than the obvious truth, her opponent.

Neuvillette sighs, It will be the Traveller and their companion, won’t it?

Furina immediately confirms Neuvillettes thought, pointing to the Traveller, saying that they’ll support Lyney. The Traveller replies by saying that they trust Lyney.

“At least one person is on my side.” Lyney says with an uncomfortable laugh. Lynette and Freminet give him a glance, as does the Knave, though she does so more discreetly. so he rectifies his statement, “I mean… At least a few people are on my side, hehe.”

Furina declares that there must be a clear winner in their duel in court, no draws like what happend at the port. Paimon says that Furina clearly lost last time.

This earns a giggle from Navia, who muffles it behind her hand.

“I understand. Charges have now been pressed, and as such, a trial is now in order.” Neuvillette declares before turning back to the Traveller, confirming that they will be Lyney’s attorney for this case. As the answer was a yes, he states that both the prosecutor and defendant may investigate the scene of the crime while the suspects will remain within the opera house.

“A day isn’t that long,” Furina has a smirk on her face, “Just what sort of case will this big-shot outlander build in such a short amount of time?”

Neuvillette dismisses the audience as Furina taunts the Traveller, saying the same as the watching Furina. The duo go to meet with Lyney and Lynette, the former of who makes sure the two are okay. He says that he himself is a little shaken up before asking a question.

“I know you already claimed that you would defend me,” He prefaces, “But now it’s just us talking… Tell me, do you think I could possibly be the murderer?” The Traveller denies this, leaving Lyney relieved. 

“That’s good.” Freminet says, “Your defence isn’t against you, at least.”

He states that, while he is the biggest suspect, this case simply layers upon layers of mysteries, expressing confusion over the whole ordeal. Lyney says not even he could pull it off in just one minute, with the Traveller agreeing that it is strange.

Paimon quotes the book she read while putting on a pair of glasses with a fake moustache.

This lightens the mood significantly, Clorinde suppressing a laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it.

“Oh my.” Sigewinne covers her smile with her hand, “That’s certainly a look.”

The Traveller questions the choice of attire, with Paimon saying she bought it at the bookstore. Lynette compliments her, saying she looks cute in them. Lyney redirects the conversation back to the case, saying that since they'll be under close surveillance by the Gardes, it would have been difficult to prove their innocence on their own.

He and Lynette thank the two and, before going to commence their investigation, Paimon asks where Lynette went.

“Ah…” Lyney sighs, “I suppose our trade secrets are going to be exposed…”

Lyney tries to not share, but Lynette says that their secrets are the least of their worries. Lyney concedes, saying that, if they will be discussing their magic tricks, they should head elsewhere. The siblings head off to talk to the Garde, leaving Paimon and the Traveller to investigate the scene of the crime.

“So,” Lyney starts, “I guess we're headed to court then, huh Lynette?”

“It seems we are.”

And so, the pair walk up to one of the Gardes to talk.

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And so, the pair walk up to one of the Gardes to talk. They introduce themselves as Lyney and Lynette’s attorneys.

“Ah, I see. You must be the traveller that Lady Furina mentioned.” The garde, Esmond, does not sound all that enthused as he speaks, “Listen, I’ll be perfectly honest with you… I’d avoid getting mixed up with this whirlpool of a mess if I were you.”

Furina cocks her head, slightly in confusion and slightly in intrigue, “Oh? Is it not obvious that it’s Mr. Lyney who’s the culprit? How complicated could this possibly be?” She throws her hands out in front of herself to accentuate her statement.

“But it’s how he could have done it that I’m sure is complicating it.” Arlecchino states, resting her head against her fist, “That is, if Mr. Lyney is guilty in the first place.”

Wriothesley narrows his eyes at this, First the Knave claims Mr. Lyney is the ‘only clear perpetrator’ but now she’s changing her tune…

Esmond goes over the details of the case, explaining how, even though Cowell wasn’t in the troupe for long, he was well liked and hardworking, and the role assistants had in the troupe, that being setting up props and keeping the crowd engaged.

“As you probably saw when you were in the audience, the water tank suddenly fell and smashed the box with Cowell inside it.” The Garde walks over to a chalk outline as he carries on, prompting the Traveller to question why Cowell was inside instead of the girl.

“It all really is quite odd…” Navia comments with a frown, Charlotte jotting down notes on the case next to her.

“Yeah!” The reporter speaks up, “I mean, if Lyney is the culprit, this really would have to be extensively planned. Especially since he was only out of sight for 60 seconds…” Charlotte rambles a bit more to herself, “Where would Mr. Lyney even have hidden her in a minute? Especially a spot good enough to evade the Gardes..?”

“This is the real mystery. We’ve already searched the scene and were unable to find any traces of the girl.”

Nothing? Sigewinne ponders, brows furrowing, How? Surely any altercation would have resulted in something being left behind. Right? And that bang during the show…

Esmond explains further that the water tank was positioned right above the box and that “the ropes holding the tank were then burned by the pyrotechnics on stage, causing them to snap.” As he does so, the camera pans over the destroyed set.

Lyney frowns at that information, involuntarily letting out a “What?”

“Mr Lyney?” Clorinde questions, having overheard him.

Lyney jumps slightly, not realising he spoke aloud, “Ah! It’s just that, well, I could have sworn I made sure the rope was too durable to be burnt through. At least, not so easily.” 

Lynette nods, corroborating the statement, “I’m there when he does it.”

“How odd…” Clorinde mumbles.

“All of these factors lining up so perfectly makes it hard to see this as a mere accident.” Esmond states, agreeing with the theory that Lyney is the most likely person to have orchestrated it.

“But, he doesn’t have a motive…” Paimon argues on behalf of the magician.

Neuvillette closes his eyes, As much as I wish to trust Mr. Lyney, it is far too much of a coincidence to simply rule him out as the suspect. Motive or not, there is far too much against him at this stage to declare him innocent. He looks back up at the screen, Though it is the early stages, mayhaps there is a key piece of evidence waiting to be found.

The Garde asks if they are close friends of Lyneys, with Paimon responding in a dubious “we’ve known each other for, uh, a little while.”

“You’ve known each other for a few days at most, though…” Freminet comments, causing Lyney to sigh.

“I’m sure she’s playing it up,” Lyney says before playfully winking at his brother, “Plus, she’s not exactly lying. We have known each other for only a little amount of time.”

Esmond, however, displays his doubt in their statement clearly, “So in just a short amount of time, he was not only able to win your trust, but even convince you to act as his attorneys.”

“Though,” Sigewinne puts a hand to her mouth, hiding her slight frown, “it was Lady Furina who got them to be their attorneys. I mean, the twins didn’t say a word about it until it was already decided.”

“I mean, yeah…” Furina hesitantly starts before getting her proverbial footing, “However!” She shouts before going back to a quieter, though still boisterous, tone, “I simply expedited their appointment as their attorneys! I’m sure they would have decided to step up even if I didn’t say anything. So, really, Mr. Lyney was the one who convinced them to be his attorney!”

She truly is trying to get any and all blame off of her, Arlecchino notes with a sly smirk, Just how far will she go to keep this up?

“I know there's no such thing as ‘magic.’ The real trick of a magician is holding the audience in the palm of their hand.” He continues doubtfully, “I've seen a lot of cases, and I can tell you the people are the least reliable kind of evidence”

Neuvillette solemnly nods, “The human mind is fallible,” He leans back in his seat slightly, “However, we cannot dismiss everything brought forth by it. Witnesses are key in a myriad of cases, after all.”

The Traveller mimics Neuvillettes statement, saying that witnesses can also be the most reliable. Esmond apologises for his straightforwardness before telling them that he’s just warning them for their own good.

“Anyway, you may investigate the scene of the crime yourselves if you’re curious,” The Garde permits, “Who knows, maybe you’ll be able to come up with some new evidence.”

Charlotte leans forward excitedly, “Oooh! We’re getting into the investigation proper now! And, knowing about the Travellers' escapades in other nations, surely they’ll find something new..!”

“Calm down now,” Arlecchino warns, “I’m sure this won’t even be the most interesting part of their adventure.” She tosses a glance across the room, “Right, Lady Furina?”

Furina briefly tenses up before regaining her composure, “O-of course! What’s a good story without some plot twists?” The Archon crosses her arms in front of her chest, “I mean, it would be so boring if this case was cut and dry. Especially since it’s our beloved magician, who knows! Maybe a grand secret of his could be revealed.” She pauses a moment before hurriedly finishing up, “I mean, not that the obviously true secret of him being the perpetrator of the ‘serial disappearances of young women’ case isn’t already a big one..!”

Arlecchino smirks at the reaction she got, but Furina has sparked a thought in her. Hmm, it is highly likely that their affiliation to the House of the Hearth will be revealed… That will be quite the nuisance, particularly since this is a major case… However will I deal with this…  

As the Knave deliberates, Lyney sighs slightly, his thoughts mimicking Arlecchinos.

And so, the Traveller and Paimon review their current notes before going off to inspect the scene.

First; the chalk outline, here the Traveller notes that, had Cowell not been in the box, he might have been able to dodge the water tank.

Lyney bows his head in respect of his late assistant, prompting his siblings to do the same.

They go around, checking and noting relatively insignificant things, like the water tank having hit the ground extremely hard. However, the two do stop to talk about the rope when they reach it. 

Paimon lets out a slight hum, “The rope looks pretty durable! How could it be burned through so quickly by fireworks?” She notices just how serious the Traveller had gotten, asking them as they walk over to the rope to inspect it. When Paimon floats over to get a look as well she says, “Woah! Look, this bit’s made from a different material!”

Wriothesley takes special note of this, Clearly intentional. You don’t just get a rope made of a different material in one specific spot unintentionally. The warden then recalls what Lyney has said earlier about the rope, “Mr. Lyney, who is the one who would be setting up the water tank that day?”

Lyney thinks for a moment before answering, “Why that would be Cowell. Why do you ask?” Though this question was just a formality, Lyney had already gotten a hunch as to what Wriothesley was getting at.

“No reason, just curious.”

The pair continue to chat about the rope, with the Traveller noting that the other material seems to have been made of a type of flash cotton. Paimon starts a thought but then gets side-tracked in order to write their notes, after which they go back to investigating the scene.

Next, they walk up to another Garde, Maurice, who is standing in watch of a side door, to ask what they are investigating over here. Behind him a few other Gardes are, as you may have guessed, investigating the area.

Maurice clarifies that the section is currently closed off due to the troupe members being the prime suspects, with the investigation team still gathering evidence. He tells the two that they were able to figure out the missing woman's identity by which seat she had booked.

Sigewinne chuckles quietly to herself, I doubt our thief had gotten herself a ticket through her own funds. Wriothesley, having heard the melusine’s laugh, shushed her light heartedly.

“I was just thinking about how that’s probably not her true identity, your Grace.” Sigewinne says, “Surely the others noticed that she was the thief from earlier, right?”

Unlike what she believes, only a few had actually noticed this. Navia, one of the 5 who had, frowns, That’ll just complicate this further. She’s not who they think she is.

The Traveller asks if they can know her identity, revealing that they are Lyney and Lynette’s attorneys. Maurice easily concedes, given that the information isn’t confidential and that it’ll be released in the press as a missing persons report later anyways.

“Her name is Halsey. She’s a painter from Fontaine who’s made a bit of a name for herself.” He continues to reveal that, while not a regular at the opera house, she did come because she was feeling a bit of pressure at the workplace. 

“That’s great!” Furina exclaims with a clap of her hand, “An identity! Who doesn’t like having a name put to a character?” Her smile spreads across her face as she says this. A name to a face… It’d be nice to know your real name, Mirror Me…

“It is useful to know her name,” Neuvillette states, “Especially since we can create an effort to prevent her disappearance when we get finished here.”

Wriothesley, however, frowns. She probably isn’t Halsey, I wouldn’t doubt that she had stolen the real Halsey’s ticket.

Maurice continues giving the pair useful information, telling them that the troupe doesn’t know her nor do they have any personal grievances with her. “Simply put, she wasn’t related to the magic troupe at all, which matches the features of the previous serial disappearance.”

Lynette lets out a discontent hum, “This doesn’t look good for us.” This earns a nod from Lyney.

Paimon probes further, asking if the other cases were random as well. The Garde confirms this as, aside from them all being young women of around the same age, there were no other connections. Paimon lets off a disappointed sigh as the Traveller thanks the Grade. Maurices brushes off the formality, telling the two to report it if they see the missing girl.

Clorinde mimics Gardes' sentiment about how important getting to the bottom of these disappearance cases is with a nod. The perpetrator must be brought to justice, She takes a moment to glance over to Lyney, who perpetually has a slight frown on his face, I just hope we haven’t incriminated the wrong person.

Writing down this new information, the Traveller heads off to search for more clues or information. After a moment, they stumble upon a man named Esildor who’s positioned in the audience.

“I see that you’re investigating the area. Well, it just so happens that I’m interested, too.” Esildor greets as they walk up to him. “If you find any new and interesting leads, be sure to share them with me, alright?” Paimon tells him that they don’t have much right now, so he elects to tell them his hypothesis. He explains how the thud, though not too loud, was definitely audible and that “it may have been the sound of Lyney’s accomplice - Lynette perhaps - jumping atop of the water tank.” He then goes on to say how she would have cut the rope when the pyrotechnics went off.

Navia frowns at this, “But then, how would she have gotten down before it fell?”

“Obviously she used the same trick as when she escaped from the water tank!” Furina confidently says.

“The sound was also too loud, though…” Freminet says, “Lynette wouldn’t have made so much noise.”

“Well… Well, maybe it was a particularly rough landing..!” Furina counters, “She may have miscalculated.” After a moment, Furina realises this theory holds very little water, “Of… of course, I’m just trying to explain how the theory might be true! It's far too illogical for me to believe, of course. Like, the rope was obviously burnt! Not cut! So, obviously they set up the rope to be burned through when the pyrotechnics went off, and the thump was Lyney hiding away the girl! And… and if not him, it obviously was Lynette!”

“Lady Furnia,” Neuvillette starts, “Do refrain from rambling. You’re talking over the film.”

Furina sits up straighter, letting out an acknowledging humm. Ah! Oops… sorry! She internally apologises.

The Traveller, Paimon, and Esildor have a relatively similar discussion on the topic, with Esildor concluding that he should reconsider his hypothesis. The discussion wasn’t completely pointless, though, as it got Paimon and the Traveller pondering what the sound was.

They go about some more, looking at more clues and assessing the scene, pondering how Lyney managed to get from the box on the stage to the one in the audience.

Lyney smirked slightly at this, “It really is a great trick.”

Lynette nudged him, “We’re on trial for murder.”

“Right, right.” The magician lets out a slight laugh, “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

They pass by Lyney and Lynette talking to a Garde as they head out to the front room to privately discuss. However, they are called over by someone.

“Hey, you! Yes, both of you!” She called over as the camera changed to get a view of Melus, Sliver, and Navia. “Over here. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while.”

Navia smiles when she sees herself on the screen, “I suppose this is where I come in.”

“Yep! Let's see…” Charlotte looks down at her notebook, “Only three more of us left! His Grace, Miss Sigewinne, and the Knave.”

Seems they’ll be going to the fortress, Neuvillette thinks, It is unlikely they will meet with Wriothesley and Sigewinne outside of there. Though… Just why will the fourth Harbinger be in Fontaine..? What would she gain from it?

Navia continues on past Paimons confusion, saying they also wish to “cut down the thorns and pursue the truth.” Paimon confirms this, asking who she is.

Navia laughs, “Have you never heard of the Spina di Rosula?”

“You’re really playing up the mystique, aren’t you?” Wriothesley says across the room.

“Seems so.” Navia says with a light chuckle.

“From mediating disputes and providing protection, to solving conundrums - you name it, Spina di Rosula does it.” Navia declares as the camera pans about before going to a long shot of the Spina di Rosula trio.

“I do wonder why Silver and Melus aren’t here with us.” Navia comments, prompting Arlecchino to speak.

“Perhaps they aren’t all that key to the plot at hand.” She states, “I assume that whomever brought us here had limited space and as such couldn’t bring in Fontainians who weren’t overly important in the grand scheme of things.”

“Maybe,” Navia slightly furrows her eyebrows, “Though I’d be surprised if that's true. Those two are always with me.”

“It's merely a theory.”

Navia introduces herself as the president of the organisation and Melus and Silver introduce themselves as her attendants. After a bit more of a conversation, with Paimon being confused on why Melus and Silver are calling Navia “Demoiselle”, the Traveller asks Navia if she’s investigating the case as well, with her confirming it.

“My interest stems from a matter from my fathers time.”

Lyney leans forwards and smiles at Navia, “I do hope you’re not against me in this case.”

“I doubt it.” Navia replies and Lyney sits straight again. “By the look of things, I’m having a difficult time believing that you’re the mastermind behind this.”

On screen, Navia states the same view point, explaining she feels this way due to her “unparallelled intuition.” She elaborating, saying how Furina was quick to point fingers and how that’s common for her, as Neuvillette had to interrupt to ask if she’s pressing charges,

“Well…!” Furina stutters, “I don’t do it without probable cause of course! I mean, it all was so suspicious, surely someone on the inside had to have done it. And Mr Lyney over here was out of sight when it had to have happened.” She crosses her arms as she speaks, holding her head high, “And I don’t do it that often!”

“You do do it quite often, Lady Furina.” Neuvillette states bluntly. Furina sputters a bit in protest, though she fails to come up with a proper retort.

“Monsieur Neuvillette has also had to interrupt you a few times while we were here, Lady Furina.” Wriothesley inputs, much to Furinas chagrin.

The demoiselle goes on to explain how trials work in Fontaine, stating how Furina wouldn’t have backed down from taking it to one. Paimon says that it just seems like she doesn’t trust the Hydro Archon.

Huh..!? Furina panics, though her face just shows some disapproval with a slight hint of her true emotion, Why would she not trust me? Am I doing something wrong? No, no, Furina, calm down. Clorinde is looking at you, calm down. Furina schools her expression into a calmer, though naturally dramatic, expression with a preformative hum. She just doesn’t trust me on this right? She trusts me elsewhere, she has to. I am her Archon as far as she’s aware.

Navia states that while she does like her, she doesn’t blindly agree with Furina. 

Navia then turns the questioning onto the pair, “Do you think it’s right to treat a trial like it’s an opera?”

Does Miss Navia share the same view of trials as I? Neuvillette ponders, discreetly glancing over to her. 

Wriothesley notices this, taking note of the judges reaction, It's not everyday someone shows that opinion.

The Traveller denies this, saying something so serious shouldn’t be treated as entertainment. 

“Boring!” Furina whines, “We’d lose out on so many intriguing and captivating stories if we didn’t. Plus, they provide the perfect setting for theorising, and who doesn’t like coming up with their own theories?”

Sigewinne giggles a bit at her archon's antics, “The trials can be pretty interesting.”

Navia tells Silver and Melus that she knew the pair would be different, with Melus saying that trials must be based in fact no matter what the audience expects. Melus goes to continue on, but Navia interrupts him, “Alright, that's quite enough, Melus.” 

Navia then declares the Traveller and Paimon to be her assistants, though Paimon objects, causing Navia to backtrack and say she’ll be the assistant.

“You were quick to back down,” Arlecchino notes.

“Well, I doubt I wanted any trouble.” Navia defends, “It's not as though this little arrangement will be troublesome. I’m sure the Traveller and I will get along just great.” She finishes off with a confident and decisive smile.

“I don’t doubt that.” Arlecchino replies with a smile of her own.

Paimon agrees to these new terms eagerly as the traveller disappointingly stares at her. Melus makes it clear that Navia’s intuition just might be the key to solving this case and that the pair's goals align with theirs.

Lyney leans over and gives Navia a grateful look, “I’m really thankful that you’re helping the Traveller. I really don’t want to head to the Fortress of Meropede for something I didn’t do.”

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it,” Wriothesley shrugs before clarifying, “Work and you’ll get by just fine. Though, I do not recommend doing anything that would get you sent there.”

“Really comforting, your Grace.” Sigewinne says jokingly.

Paimon then calls on Silver to talk, though he states he has “nothing to add”. Navia decides to end the conversation there, telling the pair to make sure to let her know when Lyney reveals the secret to his tricks.

Lyney sighs dramatically, causing Lynette to look at him with a deadpan expression, “You know it’ll happen.”

“I know, I know,” Lyney replies with mock distress, “I just wish it wouldn’t. It’ll ruin the magic before the show even happens!”

As the pair head off to find their next subject of interrogation or investigation, they overhear Silver telling Navia that magic shows would probably be popular in Poisson. The Demoiselle agrees, saying she could learn some magic of her own, joking that it’d help her clean her room, though Melus says that’s his job.

“If you ever want to hire us, Miss Navia,” Lyney starts pitching, “I’d be willing to arrange a show there, with your help of course!”

“Perhaps we could, I’m sure the children would love it!” Navia does a soft clap of her hands to accentuate her words.

The Traveller walks up to a Melusine, Tristane, who informs them that, “Sorry, but no one can freely enter or exit the opera house at the moment. If you wish to leave, you must register your identity with us first.”

Paimon quickly clarifies that they’re Lyney and Lynette's attorneys before asking if Tristane was always guarding the front entrance. She affirms that, “Yes, after the Chief Justice gave the order, everyone coming in or out must undergo strict inspection.

Neuvillette gives a slight nod of his head, proud that Tristane is doing a good job.

She then tells them that Halsey couldn’t have left through that entrance, telling the two that there wouldn’t be much of an opportunity during the show either. She further dispels their doubt by saying that she was in charge of security of the front entrance then as well, also expressing her disappointment that she couldn’t see the performance.

Neuvillette frowns a bit at that, I do hope that they are able to do another show at a later date, it’d be a shame if Tristane’s duties forbade her from seeing their only one.

She continues to support her point by saying that she stayed at her post no matter what and that if someone so much as approached the door she would have noticed. “We Melusines are good at that sort of thing, you know.”

Sigewinne let out a proud chuckle, “We are!” She smiles widely as Wriothesley shakes his head amusedly next to her.

Paimon was finally convinced by this, so the pair thank her and head off back to the stage. They approach two Gardes who are having a discussion on the random number selector, specifically on an issue with it.

Lyney’s eyebrows furrow at the new, What? I should have had it inspected before the show. Did I not do that?

Paimon interjects, asking about the selector after clarifying that they’re helping Lyney and Lynette. One of the Garde, Quentin, laughs at that, saying that helping the two will “be a tall order” before the other Garde, Vaugn, answers the question.

“We thought there might be a serious problem with the machine, so we had it taken away for further inspection.” He starts only for Quentin to take over.

“It turns out that the seat number it picked wasn’t random at all. The machine picks that same number every time.”

“See! Mr. Lyney, either you don’t properly check your equipment or this was wholly intentional!” Furina boisterously claims, posing as she points at him.

“No!” He objects, “I always make sure that my props are in working order, either being inspected by me or my assistants.”

“Hmph!” Furina huffs, “Then clearly this was intentional, you targeted our poor victim Halsey, for what other reason would you have to falsify the seat selectors randomness? Now, I’m sure our going back and forth is an annoyance to the rest of the audience, so lets have me be proved correct in the trial!” I hope I’m correct, at least. I have to be, what would they think otherwise..? I have to be correct, I can’t have my devout followers doubt me. Not in the slightest…

Quentin then repeats some information the Traveller had already learned previously, adding his own input that Lyney knew who would be sitting in that exact seat. He finishes off, “bet you can see why I was saying it’d be tough to make a case for Lyney.”

Clorinde nods, Truly, I would be surprised if they managed to get an ‘innocent’ ruling with this information.

Freminet mimics her thoughts, It will be tough… I hope they manage to do it though, I don’t want them to have to rely on “Father” to get them out of this…

Finally, the pair go to check up on Lyney. As they walk up, Navia joins them, introducing herself at Lynette’s question of who she is. Their conversation reveals that they’ll be revealing the secret to the magic. Lyney thanks her for her interest before leading them to the box stationed in the audience, their entrance to below the stage.

Charlotte leans forward, “Ooooh!! I can’t wait! You’ve been so quiet about this, do you mind if I take notes?”
Lyney scratches the back of his head, “I’d prefer if you didn’t, ideally no one outside of this room will know how it works, you know?”

“Of course, of course,” Charlotte nods her head, though she can’t help but be a tad disappointed.

Lyney tells them to inspect the box first before he reveals the entirety of the trick, opening it up. He clarifies that he isn’t being dramatic, only saying that knowing the details will help them better understand the methods. 

“The box,” Wriothesley starts, “it had all sorts of decorations in it.” He sits back a bit before continuing, “The door’s different as well, isn’t it?”

“Good eye!” Lyney compliments as the screen shows Navia and the Traveller make similar connections.

“The back of the door was patterned,” Lyney clarifies when Paimon expressed confusion, “those patterns are now gone, replaced by a smooth wooden board.” This helps the Traveller put the final pieces together, realising that there was another box inside the box.

“How tricky!” Furina commends, “While I knew how it was done, it’s just sneaky enough for the average viewer to never put two and two together.” She did not, in fact, know how the trick was done.

Lyney leads them down to fully reveal this inclusive trick. There is a track below the stage which links the two boxes together. The inner box would be shuttled over to the otherside on a trolley, the audience member inside only feeling slight movement as it was done.

Lyney then transitions to explaining his side of the trick, revealing that Lynette was operating a phonograph, having scripted the conversation with the assistant beforehand, and she was also dressed as Lyney for when ‘he’ popped out of the box near the end.

“That is very smart, you two.” Arlecchino praises, “Aside from our lovely Archon here, I’m sure nobody would have guessed that. Using your similar appearance is also quite crafty, not many performers can pull that off.”

“Ah! Thank you!” Lyney nervously smiles over to the Knave, with Lynette also giving her thanks.

Lyney says that's how it would be how the trick is done, yet it was Cowell instead of the audience member who was in the box. Navia praises their trick some more before deliberating on how someone would be able to use it to commit a crime.

The Garde that went with them to supervise leads Lyney and Lynette out of the tunnel as Navia, Melus, Silver, the Traveller, and Paimon go to inspect the scene of the crime. 

Charlotte, who had put her notebook away to provide assurance to Lyney that she would not record how the trick was done, pulls it back out to jot down the new clues.

The group first stops at a hook with a rope attached that's laid out on the ground, with the Traveller noting that Lyney didn’t mention it. Navia proposes the idea that it’s a prop to another trick, though she seems to doubt her own words.

I didn’t have any plans to use a hook. Lyney frowns, Why is it down there?

They take note of it before moving on to another piece of evidence, a broken vase and a puddle of water, the latter of which causing Melus to tell them to be careful. The Traveller says it might be for another trick, like the hook earlier, with Paimon building off that by suggesting that it's for a water jug trick. Paimon then notes the vase, saying that the trolly might have knocked it over.

Lyney opts to speak on this, “The trolley should have been far enough out of the way for it not to have bumped into anything.” After a moment he continues, “Also, aside from the water tank, I didn’t have any other water based acts in my set list.”

Navia says the same as Lyney as Paimon notes down the vase and water. They proceed to the clothing that is laying on the ground next to it.

Neuvillette sits up straighter at the sight of the audience members' clothing, hand resting on his chin. What could have transpired to result in this…? He carefully watches the screen, his face remaining neutral aside from a slight furrowing of his eyebrows.

The group questions this, wondering why one would do this if they were kidnapping someone. In her confusion, Paimon explains how “Paimon doesn’t want to be a detective anymore” before they write down the clue and move onto the next, a vent.

Freminet slightly raises his eyebrows before schooling his expression. That's the vent he’ll go through to investigate the Oratrice. At least, I think… He looks over to his brother to confirm this, earning a firm nod in return.

As like the previous clues, they discuss this one, proposing the idea that it could have been an escape route, though it is too narrow to pull another person through. Despite this, they still have no other methods of escape aside from the boxes.

Furina whines a bit, “It’s so obvious what happened!” She leaps out of her seat to point at the magician, “Lyney clearly knocked her out using the vase in the tunnel, causing the loud thud in the altercation! Then, you changed her clothing to hide her identity! Cowell then entered the tunnel, finding you, Mister Lyney, red-handed. To keep him silent, you knocked him out as well and shoved him inside the box.” Lyney rose at this accusation, trying to object only for Furina to talk over him. “Let me finish! You then had another one of your assistants take her body through the vent to hide it before operating the rest of the trick in such a way as to have Cowell’s death ruled an accident.” Furina concludes her speech with a hand firmly placed on her hip, leading forward to punctuate her final words. That ought to be it! Everything leads to them being the perpetrators, I can’t be wrong. I mean, I’m meant to be the God of Justice, if I can’t get this right… No! I will be right! I must be right…!

“ Lady Furina .” Neuvillette sternly interjects, fingers resting on the bridge of his nose, “Please refrain from antagonising Mister Lyney, even if you do believe him to be guilty. I do believe I speak for all of us when I say that we wish to learn how this trial truly ends so that we may leave.”

Furina scoffs, crossing her arms as she plops down in her seat. Lyney, on the other hand, is grateful for Neuvillette as he takes his seat.

After taking note, they ascend to the surface, where Melus leaves for a moment, returning with the information that the vent leads to the opera house’s basement and that no one left through the basement, nor was anyone hiding there. The group continues to talk about how odd this case is, with Navia saying that all the evidence points towards Lyney and Lynette.

Navia explains how trials work in Fontaine to Paimon and the Traveller, Melus clarifying that, while the Oratrice Mechanique D’Analyse Cardinale is what gives the final verdict and sentencing, it and Monsieur Neuvillette have never had contradictory rulings before.

Arlecchino lets out a soft hum, Will that track record hold forever, though? Perhaps Monsieur Neuvillette is the one controlling the Oratrice? If that's the case, then… She discreetly sends a glance over at Neuvillette, He just might be…

Melus then relays that they will be unable to leave before the trial as they are now persons related to the case. Navia elaborates, saying that is just a precaution to prevent them from releasing information or colluding with outside parties. Silver says he’s ready to break out if need be.

“Please refrain from breaking out of the opera house for it is, in fact, a criminal offence.” Neuvillette tells Navia, only for Wriothesley to whisper something in his ear with a laugh. “My apologies. It has come to my attention that that statement was most likely a joke.”

Navia giggles, waving her hand nonchalantly, “It's quite alright.”

Paimons mind drifts to where it often does, food. Melus confirms that they are providing food, though not a vast array of it. Navia brings up the idea that they could have discussed their findings over tea and sweets had they not been stuck here, with Paimon saying that breaking out doesn’t seem too bad of an idea now.

Navia declares that they will make their own snacks when Paimon claims there will be none.

Furina looks over to Navia, “Oh? You can bake?”

“That I can,” Navia smiles, “I could make some for you in the kitchen here when we take a break. I’m quite good at baking macarons.”

Furina happily gives a clap of her hand, “I would love it if you do! Perhaps we should take a break right now…”

“Maybe after the trial, Lady Furina,” Navia says.

“Alright, alright.”

Melus, from who knows where, produces a portable oven while Silver has ingredients ready for use. Navia gets to making the macarons while Paimon and the Traveller banter about how odd the three are.

After the sweets are done, Paimon clearly expresses her excitement to eat them. Talking a bit on how Navia did everything herself and the making of macarons before they finally start eating.

Furina licks her lips a bit as the camera pans down to the freshly made treats, “They’re so huge! Usually they’re only this size!” She makes a ring with her index finger and thumb.

“Well, aren’t things always better when they’re bigger?” Navia humorously shoots back in response.

“I suppose you’re right,” Furina mutters, “I would prefer having larger sweets…”

They converse more with Paimon complaining that they can only have 3 macarons each and Melus serving tea. Finally, they get to discussing the evidence they have collected.

Navia suggests that the criminal was hiding in the tunnel unbeknownst to Lyney and Lynette as the twins had no clear motive to commit the crime. Paimon agrees as the Traveller brings up the missing girl and Cowell.

Navia’s theory follows a similar pattern to the theory Furina had proposed earlier, though with one key difference: Lyney is not the perpetrator. The Traveller brings up that there is no current evidence that the third person exists.

“See!” Furina points out, “Obviously it was them, who else could have done it?”

Wriothesley thinks for a moment, his head in his hand, before speaking up, “Perhaps it was Cowell?” Lyney, shocked by the accusation levied against his assistant, shoots out of his seat.

“Cowell? Why would he have done it?” He says, more surprised than anything. The Duke raises his hands in mock defence.

“I just gave a simple alternative perpetrator using the evidence.” He starts, “Perhaps he was the one who tried to kidnap Miss Halsey before she got away, knocking him out instead and the water tank was truly an accident.” He motions for Lyney to sit down, “Or, perhaps he had something against her in particular, possibly stemming from interactions they’ve had that were unknown to the rest of your troupe, and was trying to make sure she stayed in the box so that the tank fell atop of her, only for her to turn it around on him and, in fear of being caught and convicted, changed clothes to hide within the crowd.”

Lyney cautiously nods, “I still don’t believe it to be him,” before taking his seat.

Paimon proposes another theory of Halsey being the one to murder Cowell, though the Traveller and Navia quickly shoot it down. Paimon complains about the difficulty of the case before complimenting Navias macarons, who points out that Paimon had five already.

Paimon says that she only counted three she ate, though Melus settles her worries by saying he should probably have fewer sweets anyways. Paimon insists that she only had 3, though no one fully believes her.

Navia takes note of this, Perhaps… It was Halsey? Paimon seems quite adamant about only having three. Halsey surely would have been hungry by then.

Navia then tells Melus and Silver to fire up the oven so that everyone gets 3 macarons, making a whole new batch. After their less than fruitful discussion, Navia heads off to look for more clues and Paimon and the Traveller think over the case.

“This really isn’t looking good, is it?” Lyney complains to Lynette.

“It isn’t.” She agrees, earning a playfully disappointed face from her brother.

“Com’on you have to be more hopeful than that,” He tells her, “I’m sure those two will pull us out of this.”

Soon, the trial is upon them, the pair reconvene with Navia, where she says that Furina probably doesn’t know more than they do.

Furina frowns slightly at this, I probably do, at least I hope I do. I’m sure I can win the trial, it all seems so easy. Though, there might be a plot twist? I hope not, especially if it's not in my favour…

Navia wishes Paimon and the Traveller good luck as they head off to talk to Lyney and Lynette right before the trial starts. Paimon tells them the bad news before Furina interjects, “Well now, don’t you all look disappointed? Don’t tell me that your investigation came up empty handed?” She mocks, “That was to be expected of course, the guilty can never produce proof of their innocence.”

Charlotte is practically vibrating in her seat, “Oh boy! The trial’s about to start!” She leans over, highly invested.

“Of course you’re excited!” Furina sits up straight, “I’m the prosecutor of the case, those are always the most interesting ones!”

Furina taunts the defendants a bit more as Neuvillette takes his position.

“Since both parties are present, I declare that the trial regarding the magic show incident is now in session."

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“Since both parties are present, I declare that the trial regarding the magic show incident is now in session."

Sitting back in her seat, Arlecchino passively watched the screen, a nigh unnoticeable frown forming on her face. Navia raises one of her eyebrows but makes no mention of this movement.

Neuvillette addresses Lyney, telling him to explain to the court how the trick is supposed to function. As Lyney explains, Lynette demonstrates on the stage, stunning the crowd.

“No matter how many times it’s explained, it’s so mesmerising!” Charlotte laughs out, entranced.

“Thank you,” Lyney scratches the back of his neck whilst smiling, “But it’s nothing too extraordinary. It’s really simple, all things considered.”

“I think that’s what makes it interesting,” Freminet tells him, his voice just above a whisper, “I couldn’t come up with something like that…”

“Nonsense,” Arlecchino looks over to him, startling Freminet. After a moment, when it’s clear the Knave will not elaborate, he nods.

Neuvillette thanks Lyney, “In that case, I take your statement to be that you ran to, and remained hidden within, the magic box in the magic box in the audience stands once the trick began, and thus could not have committed the crime. Is this correct?”

At Lyney’s confirmation, Neuvillette turns and motions to Furina, asking her if, as the prosecution, she would like to refute Lyney’s statement. 

“Of course I will.” Furina says, crossing her arms in front of herself.

“Allow me to take the first shot and break this case wide open.” Throwing out her arm to point at the accused, Furina proclaims, “Mr. Lyney is clearly lying.” She elaborates, stating that, had he abducted Halsey and murdered Cowell, it is impossible for him to have been in the box the whole time. “In fact,  I’d say you were hardly in that tunnel at all!”

Arlecchino tilts her a bit towards Furina, “I don’t think that sort of logic is exactly sound, Miss  Furina.” Furina gives an offended gasp at this accusation.

“I think it’s perfectly sound.” The ‘Archon’ puts a hand to her chest, closing her eyes as she does so, “They clearly did it, so clearly Mr. Lyney had to have left the box.” She then turns to look at the Knave, “Are you saying that I, the God of Justice, am wrong?”

“Not at all,” Arlecchino voices calmly, “I’m simply stating that, should they be innocent, then the statement that Mr. Lyney has given is, by all means, a sound one.”

Furina lets out a huff, sitting back in her seat, She’s right, though. If I’m wrong about their guilt, then everything I’ve said is wrong. Will they… doubt me? No! They can’t. They think you’re a God, the God of Justice no less! Surely they’ll trust me even if I’m wrong about this one thing, they have to. But… What’ll I say if they don’t?

On screen, Lyney mimics Arlecchino's thoughts, prompting Furina to ask if he heard anything whilst inside the box.

Charlotte sits up, her eyes wide in realisation, “The thud!” She then turns to point at Furina, “That’s genius Lady Furina! If he was in the box there’s no way he couldn’t have heard it.”

Furina gives Charlotte a short but proud laugh, “Of course I am!”

Lyney recounts what he heard, the crowd. “That’s how I kept  track of time and built anticipation for the finale.” He does not, however, make any mention of the thud. 

Furina decides to question him on this, “And you didn’t hear anything else at all?” A shot of him cuts through half of the screen and grows to about one third of it as Lyney insists he heard nothing else.

Navia’s eyebrows furrow together, “So, you weren’t in the box.” 

Lyney gives a defeated sigh and looks over to the Demoiselle, and is just about to speak before Arlecchino gives the magician a look that, to most outsiders 

Wriothesley looks to them in thought as, on the other side of Neuvillette, Furina chuckles cockily. Sigewinne notices the warden's contemplation, “Your Grace? What is it?”

“It’s nothing, Sigewinne.” He reassures, “Just thinking about something.”

Furina finally brings up the elephant in the room, her half of the shot growing to focus the audience’s attention on her, “When the count reached thirty or so, there was a thud - one so loud I believe practically everyone heard it.”

Lyney’s shock evident on his face, Paimon finally puts together that something isn’t right about this course of events.

“You really must get better at hiding your shock,” Arlecchino mentions, sounding like a father chastising his child, before offhandedly adding, “I’m sure it’ll save you quite a bit of trouble in the future.”

Lyney pauses for a moment before nodding, “You’re right, Lady Arlecchino.” Most shrug off the exchange, though Wriothesley smirks.

The Traveller and audience wonder the same thing, how couldn’t Lyney have heard the sound?

The Oratrice begins to tip towards Furina.

“See!” Furina exclaims with a point, “It’s all too obvious, even the crowd agrees.” She turns to Lyney, “You’re going to have a long stay in the Fortress ahead of you.”

“Lady Furina,” Neuvillette starts, “Even though it does appear as though Mr. Lyney is, in fact, guilty, all of the evidence has yet to be laid out. There very well may be a development in the defendant’s favour. So once more, please refrain from giving out such judgement until all of the facts are on the table.”

Furina groans but concedes anyways.

“Well then, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to use the words of the magician himself: ‘You never know what can happen in the blink of an eye.’” Furina proclaims, “Indeed, it seems his alibi can also collapse in a blink of the eye.”

Lynette turns to look at her brother, who is slightly slouched in defeat. “Lyney, I trust that the Traveller and their companion can get us out.”

“I hope so.” Lyney whispers with a nod, though his slight grimace doesn’t leave his face, “But how will we get out of this without revealing our mission?” Lynette doesn’t respond to this.

Freminet, having overheard the two's conversation, worriedly puts a hand on Lyneys shoulder without saying a word.

Furina boasts about how she’ll do more than simply destroy his alibi. The camera pans out before zooming in on her eyes, “Tell me. Aren’t you and Lynette actually from the House of the Hearth.”

The reveal of the twins, and by extension Freminet, being from the House, causes Arlecchino to all but glare at the screen. 

Neuvillette, as well, narrows his eyes in thought, Fatui? This is quite damning against these two. Though, He glances over at Furina, who had quite literally jumped out of her seat in shock, Lady Furina here does not know. It mustn’t have been common knowledge, then. Perhaps, they are the reason for the Knave being here, she is the head of the House of the Hearth.

Furina turns on points dramatically at the twins, “The Fatui were behind the kidnappings, hmm?”

Lyney, at the accusation, stands up as well, “No, We weren’t. Besides, our identities aren’t important for the case.”

“Then what would you have been doing during that minute?” Furina accuses. Lyney, however, doesn’t respond. “Oh? You’re first priority is to prove your innocence, Mr. Lyney. Or does your ‘script’ already have holes in it?”

Neuvillette finally decides to step in, standing up from his seat while summoning his cane. He clears his throat, and after that fails to get their attention, slams his cane on the floor. After everyone turns to face him, he speaks, “It appears as though a brief recess is necessary.” He pauses, taking in the reaction of those in front of him. The children of the Hearth look relieved. Right before Furina is about to object, he continues, “We will reconvene in 30 minutes.”

Arlecchino nods as she stands up and walks to Lyney. “Monsieur Neuvillette is correct, a break will do us good.” She rests a hand on the magician's shoulder and walks off, silently telling the three to follow her to her room. 

Once the door closes, Wriothesley stands up, stretching his arms. “Welp, I’m going to make some tea,” he looks to the remaining group, “Anyone want any?”

Clorinde walks over to him, “I suppose I will have a cup if you are already making it.”

Furina claps her hand with a smile, “A nice cup of tea just sounds wonderful!”

“I think I’m going to make some sweets as well, any requests?” Navia tags in as Furina and Clorinde make their way to the kitchen. Charlotte quickly gets up and jogs after them, calling for them to wait for her.

Sigewinne looks to Wriothesley, who stands still in the main room, “You knew they were Fatui, didn’t you?” All he does in response is give a coy smile before turning to Neuvillette.

“You want some tea as well, Monsieur Neuvillette?” He asks, though the Iudex shakes his head.

“No, I think I’m going to have a glass of water instead.”

“Ah well, suit yourself.” Wriothesley says with a shrug.

“Duke!” Furina calls from the kitchen, “Whatever is taking you so long?”

Wriothesley chuckles, “Seems like I’m needed,” He looks down at Sigewinne and motions for her to follow him, “Come on.”

Neuvillette, now all alone in the main room, decides to look around a bit for any exits. After a few minutes of finding nothing, Wriothesley comes back, a cup in each hand. He extends one out to Neuvillette, who peers inside to find some crisp water.

Neuvillette thanks the Duke as he gingerly takes the glass, taking a brief yet sip. He pauses to think for a moment before proclaiming, “This water is from Snezhnaya. I do believe in the more southern region, it has a bite that is typical of the area while maintaining a crisp, pure flavour similar to the waters of Mondstadt.”

“I’ll take your word on it.” Wriothesley replies, holding his cup of tea to his lips. He takes a similarly brief sip of his beverage, “That hits the spot.”

“I suppose bringing me water isn’t the only thing you wish to do?” Neuvillette questions.

“You’re right,” The Duke replies, his demeanour getting more serious. “We don’t know who even brought us here or how.”

“We do not,” Neuvillette concurs, “Hence why I’ve been searching for an exit. Am I right to assume Miss Clorinde has been doing the same?”

“She is,” Wriothesley confirms, “Do you still have the note you read earlier?” Neuvillette nods and takes out the neatly folded piece of paper. Wriothesley takes a moment to read over it again. “Do you know who has the other one?”

Neuvillette ponders for a moment before giving his response, “Last I knew it was Lady Furina who was in possession of the second note. However, I do know she had thrown it somewhere, though I failed to find it in my search.”

The Warden hums in response, “You think that our kidnapper will respond to us again like they did previously?”

“Doubtful, though that does bring up another concern. Clearly, they are monitoring us, however I failed to locate any methods they could have been doing so with, be it a Kamera or otherwise.” Neuvillettes eyebrows furrow as he continues, “Moreover, how do they have the ability to see the future in the first place? One would have to have a great amount of power to do something like that.”

Wriothesley looks up to the roof before tilting his head to look at the judge, “You don’t think it's Celestia, do you?”

Neuvillettes' expression sours at the mention, “Perhaps… But what motivation would they have to do such a thing?”

In the Knaves room stands the children of the House of the Hearth in a line, their Father standing looking down at the trio.

“Now, I trust that you three are able to carry out this course of action. Do not let my trust be misplaced.” She commands, earning a “Of course, Father” from the oldest.

She walks to her door and opens it. As they walk out of the room, Arlecchino stops Lyney, who went to leave last.

“Lyney, be wary of the Duke. Do not let yourself be lured into a conversation alone with that man.” She warns, looking to see said man talking to the judge. “I doubt any good will come to us if you do.”

“Yes, Father.” He replies before fully leaving the room.