Chapter VII: Act IV

A Rekviem for the Underworld

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Delusion Etched in Time Black Feathers Scattered at Parting

You become rather curious about how Snezhnaya plans to turn the tide after hearing about the Tsaritsa's proposed meeting with Rhinedottir, the Ruler of Life. Maybe you should just ask The Jester about it outright...

Go to Glupov to see The Jester

The Knave:

...Most of my current assignments have come to a close. When will the next phase of experiments begin?

The Jester:

I must first reiterate the high-risk nature of the experiment. The risks may even escalate further as we advance to the next phase... Please ensure that you are in peak condition, both mentally and physically.

The Knave:

Now, let's not pretend you're having second thoughts, Director. You and I both know that the experiments must continue, because time is running out and we need a stronger source of power.

The Knave:

Traveler, Paimon, there is no need for you to excuse yourselves. Faced with an enemy of this caliber, Snezhnaya has no need to keep secrets from our allies.

Paimon:

Ahaha... Okay, cool. We actually were hoping to speak with The Jester too, but you guys looked busy, and we didn't wanna interrupt...

The Jester:

...

The Jester:

Arlecchino, based on what you know so far, do you believe that Traveler's abilities could help to reduce the risk of the experiment?

The Knave:

You mean... the ability to purify the Abyss? Mmm... there's a chance.

The Jester:

Although we have numerous contingency measures in place already, they may not all prove effective in practice. An extra line of defense would be well worth having.

Traveler:

How does everyone know I can purify the Abyss?

Paimon:

Well, it's not like you've ever done much to try and hide it.

Paimon:

So, anyway, what is this experiment about? No secrets between allies, and all that.

The Jester:

We're developing a new model of Delusion.

Paimon:

Delusions? Why are you guys still messing around with those? In our experience, they're nothing but bad news...

The Jester:

The Delusions used by the Fatui have always been an unfinished product that drains the user's life force.

The Jester:

But they are allocated on a strictly voluntary basis. Members of the Fatui may apply for them as needed for important missions or emergencies — nobody is forced to make use of them.

The Knave:

Since a direct confrontation with Ronova now seems all but inevitable, upgrading our combat capabilities has become a matter of great urgency.

The Knave:

If the Delusion can be completed in time for the battle, we will at least stand a better chance.

The Jester:

And as a descendant of the Crimson Moon... Arlecchino is the key to completing the Delusion.

Paimon:

Huh? What do Delusions have to do with The Knave? As far as Paimon remembers, you've never even used one before.

The Knave:

Technically speaking, the ability of a Delusion to drain its user's life force in exchange for power comes under the authority of Death.

The Knave:

You witnessed the power of the three moons when you were in Nod-Krai.

The Knave:

Long ago, the authorities of Life, Death, Time, and Space all belonged to the moons. Of the three, the Iridescent Moon received the greatest share of the authority of Death.

The Knave:

After the moons' demise, these highest of authorities were reclaimed by the Heavenly Principles, who redistributed them between the Four Shades under a new system of rules.

The Knave:

But the broken Crimson Moon merged with the Abyss, which simulated its former authority. Or, you could say, the Abyss manifested the possibility that the authority had never been taken away in the first place.

The Knave:

Thus, the authority of Death continues to exist in Teyvat in another form. It resides within the Crimson Moon and its people's bloodline, as evidenced by the Two Worlds' Flames.

The Jester:

Back in the days of Khaenri'ah, the Universitas Magistrorum never ceased its research into the Crimson Moon.

The Jester:

And still today, if we are to complete the Delusion and attain a power to rival Ronova's own, the Crimson Moon's potential presents an opportunity we cannot afford to ignore.

Paimon:

...Wow, okay. So basically...

Paimon:

We already tried using the authority of Life to fight Ronova, but that didn't work out. So now, we're gonna try using the authority of Death instead.

The Jester:

That is one way of looking at it. However... our efforts to complete the Delusion using the authority of Death first began long ago.

The Jester:

When we discovered that Peruere was a survivor of the Crimson Moon lineage, we realized our opportunity had arrived, and thus began the project.

The Jester:

However, the need to attain this power was not as pressing back then. Arlecchino had just been appointed as The Knave and had yet to fully mature in strength.

The Knave:

Perhaps I should thank you, Pierro. If Dottore had been in charge of this project, he wouldn't have given a second thought to the lives of his test subjects.

The Knave:

Then again, had he been in charge, I wouldn't have cooperated anyway.

The Jester:

On the contrary, it is the Fatui, and indeed all of Snezhnaya, who owe you our thanks, Arlecchino. I was admittedly a little surprised when you took the initiative to approach me and request participation in the experiment.

The Knave:

Agree to disagree. I wasn't exactly motivated by moral imperative. You know the terms we agreed upon...

The Jester:

The House of the Hearth will become an independent organization, no longer serving as a Fatui intelligence agency, and no more children will be trained as spies. Instead, they will follow your leadership in the name of the Crimson Moon... Is that correct?

The Jester:

This strikes at the fundamental contradiction of the House of the Hearth: the inseparable mix of love and exploitation. Many are aware of this, but you are the only one willing to make this deal with me.

The Knave:

The children once asked me what a real family looks like. Before I can even discuss that with them, I should first free them from the least familial elements of their home environment.

The Jester:

Provided you remain loyal to the Tsaritsa and act in the interests of Snezhnaya, it makes little difference whether your subordinates are independent or not.

The Jester:

For a Harbinger to shoulder such great risk is of far greater consequence.

The Knave:

Rest assured, I am well aware of the risks.

The Knave:

Thank you. Then I shall go and prepare — time is of the essence.

Paimon:

Sounds like Arlecchino has her own agenda here, then.

The Jester:

Thank you for looking out for Arlecchino. I will continue to explore the memories stored in the prism, in case they should yield further discoveries.

The Jester:

Now, then... What brings the two of you here? I don't believe you have mentioned the purpose of your visit.

Paimon:

Oh yeah~ Hehe, almost forgot about that...

The Jester:

If I told you that a plan to deal with Ronova is already in place, but that even I, as the Director of the Fatui, am not privy to its full scope... would you believe me?

Paimon:

Even you don't know? Uh... That's a little hard to believe... Aren't you the highest-ranking member of the Fatui?

The Jester:

We contend with the Four Shades of the Heavenly Principles, beings of an altogether higher order. No one knows what methods these higher beings may have at their disposal.

The Jester:

For this reason... we work on the assumption that wherever we are, Ronova is always watching, always listening.

The Jester:

To announce our battle plan would be tantamount to inviting the enemy to our strategy meeting. It would render our efforts meaningless.

Paimon:

So... What do we do?

The Jester:

We can but place our trust in Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and in her power and wisdom.

The Jester:

Though she has yet to gather all seven Gnoses, I believe the Tsaritsa has already amassed enough power to strike at the rules of Teyvat.

The Jester:

She has already begun unfolding her strategy. The plan is broken down into stages, each with its own objective... I can only presume that meeting with Rhinedottir is one of them.

The Jester:

Moving forward, we need only complete the tasks assigned to us. The more we know... the greater the risk of jeopardizing the entire project.

Paimon:

So the plan's broken up into pieces, everyone involved only gets to know their own part, and that way, we keep the enemy in the dark. Is that the idea?

Paimon:

Seems like something that can only work if everyone trusts each other unconditionally. Not only do you have to trust the Tsaritsa, but she has to trust all of you to pull the whole thing off successfully...

Paimon:

Feels like recent events have turned Snezhnayans into the most united people around. Which is saying something, considering how much the Harbingers enjoy their autonomy...

The Jester:

Snezhnaya is in no position to assign tasks to you, as such. But the Tsaritsa has emphasized that we are to do our utmost to secure your help in the final battle.

The Jester:

You and I will both face the same battlefield. As for the precise action you will need to take, the details are as follows...

The Jester briefly explains your mission...

Paimon:

...Is that it? Is that all?

Paimon:

Honestly, it didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense... Even if Ronova heard it, she'd probably be just as confused as we are.

The Jester:

In the meantime, we have some extra work for you, since Arlecchino requires your assistance.

The Jester:

Preparations for the experiment should almost be complete. I leave my colleague in your capable hands.

Talk to the research staff

Paimon:

Arlecchino, we're here! Are you all set?

The Knave:

I'm in good condition — ready to begin at any time. It wasn't my intention to trouble you, but Pierro is a cautious and prudent director.

Paimon:

It's no trouble! It was a very sensible suggestion by The Jester. We just care about your safety.

Paimon:

So just how risky is this experiment, anyway? It involves the Abyss, right? Yeah... guess the stakes are pretty high?

The Knave:

I have long grown accustomed to the risks of the Abyss. The proof is right here.

The Knave:

As for the side effects of the Delusion... I can accept some impact on my lifespan, as long as it leaves me enough time to complete my mission as a descendant of the Crimson Moon lineage.

Paimon:

Uhh... You seem way too relaxed about this! No way, we're not gonna let a single day get taken off your lifespan! It would be such a waste!

The Knave:

Is that so. I appreciate the sentiment.

Paimon:

Hey, Mr. Scientist, what's your take? Will this experiment really shorten The Knave's lifespan?

Researcher:

I can't make any guarantees, but... based on a totality of the evidence, the probability of lifespan depletion is very low. After all, the ultimate goal here is to turn the Delusion into a finished product.

Researcher:

The new model will bring the side effects to a minimum while further enhancing the combat capabilities...

Researcher:

In short, it will only draw on the regenerable portion of the user's life force, ensuring there is no long-term impact upon their lifespan.

Researcher:

If anything goes wrong during the experiment — for example, if the Delusion's output gets out of control, or the Abyssal corrosion intensifies — we will terminate the experiment immediately, and emergency measures will be taken to mitigate the impact on the test subject.

Paimon:

Sounds very professional! That definitely puts Paimon at ease. That, plus the fact that we've got Traveler here.

Paimon:

Huh, Arlecchino? You're in position already? You really don't beat around the bush!

Researcher:

Testing... My Lady, can you hear me?

The Knave:

Loud and clear.

Researcher:

Okay, communication systems normal... Next, we will perform a simultaneous test of the power output and side effects of the current version of the Delusion.

Researcher:

You will face experimental machines designed and built by Lady Marionette. Please treat this as a real-life combat scenario, and we will monitor your data in real time.

The Knave:

A real-life combat scenario? Hmph, that won't be hard. If Sandrone ever makes an enemy of me, the first thing I'll have to do is deal with her precious handicrafts.

Paimon:

You make it sound way too much like that's a real possibility...

Researcher:

During combat, by measuring the intensity of the waves of Abyssal energy, we can estimate the degree of its impact upon you, which will be quantified and displayed in real time.

Researcher:

If the Abyssal Influence Index exceeds the upper limit, you may experience negative side effects beyond what has been predicted for this experiment. In other words... it could impact your lifespan.

Paimon:

Never! We'll keep a close eye on it for you!

Researcher:

Please pace yourself and control your breathing appropriately during the experiment to avoid placing extreme stress upon your mind and body. If the readings rise too high, I will shut down the machines and terminate the experiment.

Researcher:

The machines will also monitor your combat motions and enter protection mode as needed.

The Knave:

Understood. So I shouldn't push myself to my limits? I am hardly accustomed to holding back in battle... But never mind, I shall respect the experimental process.

Perform the first round of the Delusion experiment

Researcher:

Commencing Stage 1 of the experiment. Activating test units. Delusion power output set to 20%.

Researcher:

All readings at normal levels. Abyssal Influence Index normal.

Researcher:

My Lady, how are you feeling?

The Knave:

I can feel the power increasing. As for how much... you might need to find me some more durable targets.

The Knave completes the first round of Delusion experiments with ease...

Wait for the experimental results to be confirmed

Researcher:

Stage 1 data collection complete. Test units powered down, commencing site cleanup.

Researcher:

Thank you, My Lady. Have you experienced any discomfort so far?

The Knave:

So far so good. I felt a noticeable improvement in my strength and combat capability.

The Knave:

That said, the other power in question is also beginning to stir. At this stage, however, it's well within my ability to suppress.

Researcher:

Good. Nothing unexpected, then. In that case, we're ready to move on to the second stage of the experiment.

Researcher:

As the Delusion's power output increases, the combat intensity will rise accordingly. Please pay attention to your condition at all times.

The Knave:

Let's begin.

Perform the second round of the Delusion experiment

Researcher:

Commencing Stage 2 of the experiment. Activating test units. Delusion power output set to 50%.

The Knave:

...Worthy opponents, albeit barely.

The second round of experiments concluded. The Knave displayed even greater power, though she also seemed to be showing signs of fatigue...

Wait for the experimental results to be confirmed

Researcher:

Hmm... this data is a little messy... There are a lot of factors to rule out before I can make sense of it, and the Abyssal energy fluctuations are all over the place... *sigh* Guess I'll be working overtime.

Researcher:

You've outdone yourself, My Lady. This is some beautiful data... I couldn't have hoped for a more perfect experiment.

Paimon:

Seems like it's all going pretty smoothly so far. What do you think, Arlecchino?

The Knave:

It's going well. Much as I'd expect from a project led by Pierro.

The Knave:

Still, it seems like wishful thinking if they're expecting to challenge Ronova with this level of power. We'll have to see how much more it can give...

Paimon:

How's the data looking, science guy? Do we keep going, or...?

Researcher:

Well, the baseline combat data for The Knave is higher than anticipated... About, three times higher, in fact. It's... remarkable.

Researcher:

We'll adjust our template accordingly. I expect there is still room to increase the Delusion's maximum output...

Paimon:

Wow...

Researcher:

Alright... This time, we will push the Delusion's power output to its theoretical limit. Prepare to begin Stage 3 of the experiment.

The Knave:

So you're finally giving me a real test. Good. It's about time.

Researcher:

Commencing Stage 3 of the experiment. Activating test units. Delusion power output set to maximum.

The Knave:

The power is surging.

The Knave:

Wha— The atmosphere's changed...

The Knave:

What's going on? Is this still the experiment...?

The Knave:

No... There's no time to think about that. "She" has launched an attack...

Perform the third round of the Delusion experiment

At the start of the third round, amid an ominous crimson glow, The Knave seemed to glimpse her own "shadow"...

Researcher:

Hmm. Detecting abnormalities in the Abyssal influence readings... Test subject's vital signs are fluctuating erratically...

Researcher:

My Lady, what is your status?

Researcher:

Please respond, My Lady!

Traveler:

Arlecchino!

Traveler:

Something's wrong! Stop the experiment!

Researcher:

The readings are still increasing! Quick, turn off the test units!

The Knave:

Something's changed... Has the experiment stopped? No, "she" still exists...

Traveler:

Arlecchino, are you okay!?

Help The Knave purify Abyssal power

The experiment was brought to a halt. You hurriedly absorbed the Abyssal energy within The Knave, preventing it from affecting her any further...

Researcher:

Confirming that Delusion output has terminated. And the Abyssal Influence Index... it seemed to drop to zero in a split-second...

Researcher:

Panic over, everyone. The Knave's vital signs have mostly returned to normal.

Paimon:

What about Arlecchino's lifespan? Will it be affected?

Researcher:

Thanks to Traveler's quick response, the Abyssal energy did not have enough time to cause significant corrosion. Safe to say, there will be no impact.

The Knave:

Did the experiment fail?

Researcher:

I sincerely apologize, My Lady... We encountered unexpected circumstances during the experiment, placing you in danger...

The Knave:

The groveling is quite unnecessary. This would not be a meaningful experiment if there were no risks.

Traveler:

So what exactly happened just now?

Researcher:

Hmm... From what I observed, I would surmise that the new model of Delusion inadvertently drew upon another of the Crimson Moon's authorities besides Death alone, introducing an unstable variable into the equation...

Researcher:

It can induce hallucinations and cause the user to lose control over their power. It's our fault for not researching the authority of the Crimson Moon thoroughly enough...

The Knave:

Don't blame yourselves. Five hundred years ago, not even those "monsters" from the Universitas Magistrorum in Khaenri'ah would dare to claim that they fully understand the power of the Crimson Moon.

The Knave:

Considering Snezhnaya's current technological capabilities, you have done remarkably well.

Researcher:

Thank you, My Lady... that means a lot... We will keep researching to find a solution that eliminates unstable factors and minimizes the side effects.

Paimon:

So the experiment failed... What a pity. Paimon was hoping we'd get to witness the birth of Snezhnaya's new secret weapon today.

The Knave:

I have to disagree. I think this was a valuable experiment.

The Knave:

At the very least, I had the chance to properly experience the maximum power output of the new Delusion at the beginning of the third stage...

Traveler:

So? What do you say?

The Knave:

It's nowhere near enough. We're being much too conservative. This timid approach to getting stronger will not bring about the kind of fundamental change we need to stand a chance against Ronova.

The Knave:

At this stage, even if the experiment were a success, it would change nothing.

Paimon:

There's still a long way to go, then... Will we even make it in time?

The Knave:

By the way, could I trouble you to relay the results of the experiment to Pierro, along with the thoughts I just shared?

The Knave:

The process took something of a toll on me in the end. I need to rest.

Paimon:

Sure thing! Glad you're not over-exerting yourself for once. Get some good rest!

The Knave:

Of course. Recovering my strength is the least I can do out of respect for your assistance. It's thanks to you, after all, that I didn't suffer any serious physical harm.

The Knave:

Thank you, Traveler.

Paimon:

Hehe.

Etched in Time

Efforts to improve the Delusion have unfortunately stalled, and time is running short. Might it still be possible to turn things around in whatever little time that is left?

Report the experiment results to The Jester

Paimon:

There you are, Jester. The experiment just finished.

The Jester:

Arlecchino isn't with you... Did something go wrong?

Paimon:

Funny you should ask... Things got a little dicey for a moment...

The Jester:

...What is Arlecchino's current condition?

Paimon:

She seems fine... And the research guy said it was nothing serious. So she should be okay, right? She just said she wanted to get some rest.

The Jester:

I must admit, her verdict cuts to the heart of the matter. This is precisely the greatest problem we are currently facing in the Delusion project...

The Jester:

Perhaps our understanding of the Authority of Death is still far too superficial... It is time to make some trade-offs.

Paimon:

How about things on your end — any new discoveries? Like... about Ronova and Rhinedottir?

The Jester:

There is little new information left to gather, and everything I could find is highly fragmented. The vast majority is either known to us already, or useless details.

The Jester:

Perhaps given the sheer size of the power gulf between us, those up above simply feel no need to hide anything.

Paimon:

Hmm, maybe... Sounds like intel-hunting is tough work, Pierro.

Paimon:

So just to recap, the most valuable tidbit we have so far is that conversation between Ronova and Rhinedottir, right?

The Jester:

Very well. In the interests of progress, it is wise to make the most of what information we have available.

The Jester:

One moment, I will retrieve it for you.

Paimon:

Check you out, Traveler. You have so much clout, you can boss around the mighty Director of the Fatui.

The Jester:

Ready. Please proceed.

Touch the Mirror of Remembrance

You touched the Mirror of Remembrance and caught another glimpse of that memory...

Rhinedottir:

Death is not a power to be abused, Lady Ronova. You should know this well.

Rhinedottir:

The Heavenly Principles has a deep love for humanity. To punish humans with death without the Heavenly Principles' approval would be a grave sin in their eyes.

Ronova:

I am well aware. But during this period of slumber, Celestia only monitors our actions periodically.

Traveler:

Hmm... Like The Jester said, given the sheer size of the power gulf between us, those up above have no need to hide anything.

Traveler:

Even if we had access to all the information we could want, it might not make a difference.

Traveler:

Ronova also said that when the Heavenly Principles awakens, there will be a reckoning in Snezhnaya...

Traveler:

That would surely be the absolute worst-case scenario... Does Snezhnaya really face the same fate as Khaenri'ah? Would the Heavenly Principles really do that?

Traveler:

The fact is, I actually know very little about the Heavenly Principles.

Traveler:

They must have fallen asleep long before my journey through Teyvat even began. But when? Was it at the time of the Khaenri'ahn cataclysm?

Traveler:

Even now, after making it all the way to Snezhnaya, I've barely scratched the surface of all the secrets hidden in this world...

Traveler:

...

Paimon:

Traveler?

Traveler:

...In the past, I might have thought: What do the Heavenly Principles, Celestia, and the secrets of this world have to do with me anyway?

Traveler:

All I wanted to do in Teyvat was find my sister.

Traveler:

But somewhere along the line, I began to care about this world.

Traveler:

The people I've met, the things I've experienced, the sights I've seen... If they're facing a threat, I will not stand by and do nothing.

Traveler:

Oh, Lumine... is this the meaning of my journey?

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...Yes, you're absolutely right. I can't believe I didn't think of that.

Traveler:

Huh? Who did I just hear talking...

Traveler:

Was that a different memory?

Traveler:

Wait a second... Was that The Jester as a younger man?

Within the Mirror of Remembrance, you seemed to glimpse other "memories." In one of them, The Jester, in his youth, studied and conducted research alongside Hroptatyr, The Wise. Later, however, their efforts to save their teacher drove a wedge between them, and they eventually went their separate ways...

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The Jester:

I see you're finished. You spent a long time looking at that memory... Did you learn anything new?

Traveler:

Hroptatyr... He ended up as one of the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah, didn't he? "The Wise"...

The Jester:

...Ah...

The Jester:

It would appear that you caught a glimpse of some of my own memories...

The Jester:

Hardly surprising. I've spent several days now sifting through information here. The prism must have projected some of its power onto me without me noticing.

Paimon:

You saw The Jester's memories!? What happened? Oh, wait... Maybe it's a bit rude of Paimon to pry into someone else's secrets right in front of them...

The Jester:

It is of no consequence. My past is but a tedious tale of a failed life. It contains no secrets worth hiding.

Traveler:

May I ask a question?

Traveler:

What was the mystery solution The Wise found back then? The one that he thought would save your professor?

The Jester:

...

The Jester:

That very question once plagued my mind... but to this day, I have yet to find the answer.

Traveler:

Could the answer be in his notebook?

The Jester:

Ah yes... that notebook...

The Jester:

I remember it like it was yesterday... It took place not long after the Khaenri'ahn cataclysm, when the entire kingdom lay in ruins.

The Jester:

He found me among the rubble. Hroptatyr, now a Sinner who had absorbed the power of the Abyss.

The Jester:

By then, I no longer had the strength to rebuke him or condemn his crimes. When I looked at him, I saw only a monster.

The Jester:

But Hroptatyr simply handed me that very notebook. As he placed it into my hand, he said a few words...

The Jester:

He told me that he was leaving Teyvat. He was preparing to venture into the depths of the universe and merge with the Abyss to acquire infinite knowledge... To me, they were words of utter madness.

The Jester:

He also said that the notebook contained the truth I once wished to know, along with the last trace of his humanity, which he was now abandoning.

Paimon:

So... D—Did you open it? The notebook?

The Jester:

I held nothing but contempt for it at first. I did not even wish to touch it...

The Jester:

Only much later, when my hatred for the man who had forsaken his nation and betrayed his teacher had begun to fade, did I first attempt to study the secrets hidden within that notebook.

The Jester:

Yet, when I opened it, I discovered that... much of its contents were far beyond my comprehension. Or, more precisely... I knew that what was written in that notebook would drive me to madness.

Traveler:

Almost sounds like... forbidden knowledge?

The Jester:

By that time, I was already serving under Her Majesty the Tsaritsa as Director of the Fatui.

The Jester:

I knew all too well the danger that notebook posed. It could spell disaster on a national scale... I would not allow Snezhnaya to repeat the mistakes of Khaenri'ah.

The Jester:

Thus, I submitted a request to the Tsaritsa, and after gathering all the other Harbingers, together we sealed the notebook away.

Traveler:

I suspect that, by this point in time... that notebook no longer poses such a great risk.

The Jester:

What do you mean?

Traveler:

During my journey in Sumeru, the Dendro Archon, Nahida, and I completely erased the forbidden knowledge from Irminsul.

Traveler:

Today, forbidden knowledge tainted by the Abyss should no longer be able to exist in Teyvat in any form.

The Jester:

I heard of the events of which you speak, but I never connected the dots between this and the notebook... Hmm. I agree with your judgment.

The Jester:

Just as we reach a bottleneck in our Delusion project, our attention is drawn to research by the Universitas Magistrorum — which under Hroptatyr's leadership was also focused on the Crimson Moon...

Paimon:

With any luck, his notebook could be helpful, huh?

The Jester:

Hmph... It is a cruel mockery indeed that even today, five hundred years on, I still find myself unable to step out from his shadow in the field of research. Curse the scourge of his genius...

Paimon:

Hey now... There's gotta be plenty of people out there who see you as a world-class genius too, Pierro.

The Jester:

...

The Jester:

Thank you, Paimon.

Paimon:

Oh gosh, so formal... Hehe, you're welcome... Hehe, you're gonna make Paimon blush...

Traveler:

(Seems like Paimon's approval holds some special significance for The Jester...)

The Jester:

Then it is decided. I will prepare to summon the Harbingers.

Paimon:

Whoa, all of them? Why, what are you planning now?

The Jester:

A rule was laid down when the notebook was sealed away...

The Jester:

Any decision that entails a national-level risk must be voted on in person by all active Harbingers. The motion must pass unanimously before it can be executed.

Paimon:

Whew. That's so strict... But surely nobody's gonna vote against it under the circumstances, right? Paimon bets you won't have any problem getting that notebook unsealed.

The Jester:

Will you join me? The notebook is sealed in the innermost depths of the Armory Palace archives. I will summon the Harbingers there.

The Jester:

If everyone agrees to remove the seal, a truth laid buried for five hundred years will come to light, and both your questions and mine will be answered.

The Jester:

There can be no harm in having an additional witness.

The Jester:

Then I shall meet you there a little later. The Knave will still be resting, and the other Harbingers no doubt have their own affairs to attend to, so it will take me some time to summon them all.

Wait for The Jester to gather the Harbingers

Go to the sealed-off archive

Paimon:

This is where Pierro told us to meet him, right? Looks like we're the first ones here...

Paimon:

Yeah, not like us! We get to travel wherever we want and do whatever we feel like. Paimon would take being your travel buddy over being a top dog in Snezhnaya any day! Even if she actually had the chance.

Traveler:

I do sometimes wonder what life as a Harbinger would be like...

Paimon:

What? You mean, you wanna become "The Traveler, Twelfth of the Fatui Harbingers"?

Traveler:

...That would mean ranking below Tartaglia. No thanks, I'll pass.

Paimon:

Hehe... Fair point, he's definitely no match for you now.

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Childe:

Oh? Traveler and Paimon?

Paimon:

Oh... Uh, hey, Tartaglia! Good to see ya!

Paimon:

Hoping he didn't hear that...

Childe:

Hmm...? Am I in the wrong place? I could have sworn this is where Pierro said we were meeting...

Paimon:

No, no, you're right! Pierro asked us to come too. He said we can be here as witnesses.

Childe:

Aha~ No wonder. Heh, for a moment there, I almost thought Lord Pierro had managed to recruit you as a Harbinger.

Childe:

What do you think? Fancy a shot at becoming "The Traveler, Twelfth of the Fatui Harbingers"?

Paimon:

The heck...? How are we back to that again...

Traveler:

Hah, not a chance. You lost the right to rank ahead of me all the way back at the Golden House.

Childe:

Ouch... Alright, if you wanna go there, let's go there... We are definitely overdue a rematch! I'll have you know that while you've been off traveling the world, I've been working relentlessly hard to get stronger!

Paimon:

Watch out, "Councilor Tartaglia"... If you lose again this time, Paimon's gonna laugh at you sooo hard.

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Childe:

Ah, Mr. Mayor has arrived.

The Rooster:

Hello, Tartaglia, and greetings to Snezhnaya's two esteemed guests.

Traveler:

Delighted to meet you.

Childe:

How's everything going for you these days, Mr. Pulcinella? I hear you haven't had a single day off since Project Stuzha began.

Childe:

I saw Teucer the other day — he says he hasn't seen his Grandpa Pulcinella in ages. He misses you, y'know.

The Rooster:

Haha... Things haven't been so bad lately. With Project Stuzha on hold, the work of resource allocation has become much less of a headache.

The Rooster:

I'll take another trip to Morepesok as soon as I have the chance. It would be nice to see Tonia, Teucer, and the others again.

The Rooster:

How about yourself? I hear you and your troops have been busy fighting off monsters in the outskirts...

Childe:

Just a little cleanup operation after the fallout from the Tsaritsa's recent campaign. Nice to get some exercise, though. You know me — I much prefer slaying monsters to doing paperwork.

Traveler:

Mr. Rooster, I have a question...

The Rooster:

Hmm? By all means, what can I help you with, sir? Now is a good time — for once, we don't have the media breathing down our necks.

Traveler:

Between you and the Rokot...

The Rooster:

Ah, the Rokot, yes. They've become quite a prominent civilian organization as of late. Their members are quite mysterious, I must say. I can arrange for someone to look into them for you if you'd like?

The Rooster:

Oh yes... you're rather close with the Korolevskiy Theater crew, if I'm not mistaken?

The Rooster:

I am a great admirer of their recent performances... In particular, those of Miss Vodyanitsa, Miss Odette, and... ah yes, Mr Alyosha.

Childe:

I had no idea you were such an avid fan of the arts, Mr. Pulcinella. I always assumed you'd never have the time to visit the theater.

The Rooster:

Haha, everyone has a side to them that is hidden from the public eye. It's quite normal.

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Marionette:

...At the risk of repeating myself, Pantalone... Yes, the Northland Bank's vault is an important facility, but the level of security measures you're asking for is quite excessive.

Regrator:

I fear you misunderstand me, Miss Sandrone. That is not at all how we should be looking at this.

Regrator:

We should capitalize on this opportunity to substantially upgrade the security system. Not limit ourselves to mere repairs.

Regrator:

Otherwise, the loss from this incident will be a loss alone, when it could be so much more...

Marionette:

A loss is a loss, however you cut it. What more are you looking for? You're not making any sense.

Regrator:

The amateur businessperson sees only loss. But the superior businessperson seeks out the opportunities that loss brings.

Marionette:

Traveler, Paimon.

Marionette:

It feels like you've been showing up everywhere I turn since you arrived in Snezhnaya... But an internal meeting of the Fatui Harbingers? How?

Traveler:

The perks of being well connected.

Regrator:

We meet again. Miss Sandrone and I were just discussing the matter of upgrades and repairs to the security systems at the Northland Bank.

Regrator:

As I'm sure you know, Miss Sandrone is the best engineer in all of Teyvat. No one but she is qualified for this task.

Marionette:

Cut the flattery. *sigh*... If you're serious about the plan you proposed earlier, then make me an offer.

Regrator:

The figure I had in mind was... this.

Marionette:

Reasonable enough. But aren't you the richest person in all of Teyvat? I dunno — I guess I just thought it would be bigger than that.

Regrator:

Haha... Richest or not, I'm certainly the best businessman.

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Paimon:

Hey, it's Arlecchino! How are you feeling now, Arlecchino? We were all pretty worried about you.

The Knave:

I got some sleep, and now I'm more or less recovered. At least enough to continue with the experiment at any time.

Paimon:

Uh... sounds like you might be pushing yourself a little too hard again.

The Knave:

I understand you made some new progress while I was resting... Am I correct that we have been summoned here concerning a notebook belonging to The Wise?

Paimon:

Yep! Pierro says it likely includes some notes from his Crimson Moon research. Hopefully it'll help us out.

The Knave:

Repulsed? Hardly. Whatever methods the Universitas Magistrorum used to study the Crimson Moon, it was centuries ago. It's all history now.

The Knave:

My focus is on the future of the Crimson Moon and of Snezhnaya. If his notes prove useful, I am the one who stands to benefit the most.

Paimon:

Whew... sounds like the most unpredictable vote is in the bag, then.

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The Jester:

Thank you all for arriving on time. I trust everyone is aware of the circumstances that bring us together.

The Jester:

Let us begin.

Paimon:

Ohh... Why does Paimon suddenly feel so nervous? Paimon kinda feels out of place around all of these big shots...

Paimon:

Oh yeah, that's true...

Talk to The Jester and witness the Harbingers' vote

Childe:

Look how few of us there are left... Feels a little empty.

Childe:

Thinking back to when we last gathered for Rosalyne's funeral... Who could've known we'd lose so many more people in such a short time.

Marionette:

True as that may be, I'd hate to think that anyone would take that as license to start reminiscing about that monster, Dottore.

Regrator:

I must admit that the atmosphere is much less tense now than it was back then.

The Rooster:

This goes to show that those of us who remain stand united behind a common goal.

The Knave:

For now, yes. And that should last at least until the Ruler of Death issue is resolved.

The Jester:

Let us return to the matter at hand. Our purpose here today is to vote on whether to unseal the notebook that once belonged to The Wise.

The Jester:

Please listen attentively as I outline the potential risks and rewards...

The Rooster:

Hmm...

The Rooster:

If I understand correctly, the main reason that this notebook was sealed away was out of a concern that Snezhnaya might become a "Second Khaenri'ah" by inviting unwanted attention from the Heavenly Principles and the sustainer thereof.

The Rooster:

But as of today, we have long been a thorn in the side of the Ruler of Death anyway, which I believe renders these concerns unnecessary. I vote in favor of unsealing it.

Childe:

And I suppose any concerns about Abyssal corruption would be redundant too, since we're joined by an expert who knows how to deal with it.

Childe:

Right, comrade? With you here, I'm definitely "for" on this one.

The Knave:

We are at a stage where we must resort to any means at our disposal in the pursuit of our goals. If the Heavenly Principles desires our destruction, it could happen in an instant.

The Knave:

I do not wish to reach the final hurdle, only to regret leaving unplayed a valuable card in our deck. I vote in favor of removing the seal.

Regrator:

To me, the risk falls well within the acceptable range.

Regrator:

Or to put it another way, in desperate times, the greatest risk may come from not daring to gamble at all. I vote to unseal.

Marionette:

...

Marionette:

Just to be clear... The Wise, who used to own this notebook — he was one of the Sinners of Khaenri'ah, correct?

Marionette:

Like the Rächer of Solnari?

The Jester:

Correct. They were accomplices.

Marionette:

And this person was so infatuated with his research that he couldn't care less about anyone else, and eventually turned into a complete madman.

Marionette:

Like Dottore, right?

The Jester:

...The two men were vastly different in terms of personality. Otherwise, your description is indeed an accurate one.

Marionette:

Ugh, this is bringing up a lot of horrible memories for me. I wish I could just press a button and delete them all. How all of you are so comfortable with relying on the technology of someone like that is beyond me...

Paimon:

Sandrone does not seem very positive about this... Is she gonna vote against?

Marionette:

...One more thing. When he handed you the notes... he said they contained the "last trace of his humanity"?

The Jester:

Yes.

Marionette:

...Fine. You have my vote then. Unseal it.

Paimon:

What? Paimon was so sure you were about to vote "no"!

Marionette:

You can thank my curiosity — I'm dying to know what makes someone into such a psycho. Maybe his notes might shed some light on it. Worth a look, at least.

Traveler:

That's... an interesting angle...

The Jester:

Very well. Since I raised the motion, my vote is not needed.

The Jester:

In which case, the proposal passes by unanimous consent among the Harbingers. Everyone, come with me.

Enter the sealed-off archive

Childe:

I thought I'd be free to leave after casting my vote.

The Rooster:

In the event that any of the risks of this decision do materialize, we who cast the votes should bear the consequences together.

Regrator:

One might also argue that he who leaves early is simply helping to preserve Snezhnaya's vital forces.

Marionette:

Stop it, both of you. Let's not tempt fate.

View The Wise's notes

The Knave:

Well? Is the notebook still intact?

The Jester:

Yes. The notes are here. If anything goes wrong while I am looking through them... please do not hesitate to do what must be done.

Paimon:

Wh—What do you mean, "do what must be done"?

The Jester:

Hmm...

The Jester:

It is as Traveler predicted. This notebook is not as it once was.

The Jester:

Much of its contents are now blank, presumably forbidden knowledge that has been erased.

The Jester:

What remains are some of Hroptatyr's personal thoughts as well as research findings at various stages of progression from the Universitas Magistrorum.

Paimon:

What about the big question you've been waiting to answer all these years? Is there any mention of the mysterious method he tried using to save your teacher?

The Jester:

...

The Jester:

"...My hypothesis was correct: The Crimson Moon does possess an authority related to Death. This discovery was made possible thanks to recent research, which has given us a deeper understanding of the power of the Abyss."

The Jester:

"With the technology now available at the Universitas Magistrorum, we should tentatively be able to extract this authority and harness its power."

The Jester:

"Without a doubt, this is the most promising line of inquiry to date. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this time, we are sure to succeed."

The Jester:

"With the power of an authority on the level of the very rules of the world, it's possible to avoid death entirely. Professor Mimameith will surely be able to survive."

The Jester:

"I must tell Eftirvit as soon as possible. Oh, and of course — I should give a name to this great achievement..."

The Jester:

"I think I'll go with... the 'blessing of immortality.'"

Traveler:

Huh!?

Paimon:

The Blessing of Immortality? Why does that sound so familiar... So is that the answer? ...Pierro, what's wrong? What comes next?

The Jester:

...

The Jester:

This name... Hroptatyr crossed it out, and replaced it with a revised version...

The Jester:

..."The Curse of Immortality."

Traveler:

!!!

Paimon:

The Curse of Immortality...!

Paimon:

So The Wise managed to research the Curse of Immortality all by himself at the Universitas Magistrorum?

The Jester:

There is more...

The Jester:

"How did I not realize this sooner? I was so focused on keeping the professor alive that I let the excitement of those results go to my head..."

The Jester:

"It is no blessing at all. It could never be... 'Immortality' of this kind offers only endless pain and suffering. Even leaving Professor to die would be a kinder fate..."

The Jester:

"I don't think Eftirvit would understand, and there's no need to try and explain. His worldview is so pure, so black and white... to him, there is right and wrong and little else besides."

The Jester:

"This research should be permanently sealed away. No one should have to endure that kind of suffering..."

The Knave:

I think I have a general idea of the story now. Surely, back then, The Wise never imagined that you would one day come to understand him in this way.

Marionette:

Is this enough for you to forgive him, Pierro?

The Jester:

Fate is always looking for opportunities to mock you... The longer you live, the more apparent this becomes.

The Jester:

This changes nothing of my opinion towards him. The rift between myself and Hroptatyr began with this incident, but it is not the source of my hatred for him.

The Jester:

Perhaps he did not betray our teacher after all. Yet still, he betrayed our nation, the people of Khaenri'ah, even this entire world.

Regrator:

Mind you, he was clearly a sensitive and thoughtful individual. It would appear to me that he is no out-and-out villain.

Regrator:

Did he not say that this notebook contains the last trace of his humanity? What do you suppose he was referring to?

Marionette:

That's what I'm wondering, too.

The Jester:

...

The Jester:

Hmm...? There's something wedged between these pages.

Paimon:

What is it? Let Paimon see...

Paimon:

A picture? Huh, maybe not... Well, is anything written on this page of the notebook?

The Jester:

"I have decided to leave. My life in Teyvat is coming to an end."

The Jester:

"Only after making contact with the true Abyss did I realize how empty, how utterly unremarkable, my life has been."

The Jester:

"It is like I have always been trapped inside a sealed cocoon where no light can reach, and completely oblivious to it all along."

The Jester:

"And yet, even so, I still find myself looking back fondly upon the seminars under the tree... Reminiscing about the view there, and about that precious time when everything seemed so hopeful."

The Jester:

"But I need reminisce no longer. When I look to the future I'm about to embark upon, it seems entirely unnecessary."

The Jester:

"I have decided to engrave those memories and leave them behind in Teyvat, along with the 'humanity' this land fostered in me."

The Jester:

"For all of life's encounters should be defined by their finest moments."

Paimon:

What's he talking about in those last couple of lines? Engraving memories?

Paimon:

Huh, now that Paimon looks more closely... is this supposed to be a picture of one of those "seminars under the tree"?

The Jester:

"Engraved"... This is no picture. The material seems to be that of a prism... Yes, a prism with an image carved upon it using the power of the Abyss.

Marionette:

So The Wise left a prism behind? Isn't that the material that can store memories?

Paimon:

Waaah!

Enter etched memories

The Jester:

I know this place...

The Jester:

This must be inside Hroptatyr's memory. Then his nostalgia for the seminars under the tree was genuine after all.

The Jester:

And yet, something here feels different from a memory as replayed by an ordinary prism. Could it be the influence of the Abyss?

The Jester:

It would appear that in this case... I am more than a mere spectator.

The Jester:

...Time to explore.

Hroptatyr:

You're finally here, Eftirvit. It isn't like you to show up late.

Eftirvit:

(It feels so real... This is more than a memory — of that, I am certain)

Eftirvit:

(Hroptatyr stands right in front of me. From what he wrote in his notes... this must be the last trace of his humanity.)

Eftirvit:

(So he sealed his humanity inside this memory? ...Just the bizarre behavior I would expect from him...)

Hroptatyr:

Eftirvit? Aren't you going to say something? You... seem like you really don't want to be here.

Eftirvit:

Correct. You are the last person I wish to see right now.

Hroptatyr:

Huh? Wait, you're not still upset about that thesis topic from last time, are you? I don't know how else to say I'm sorry... The overlap in our research topics was purely coincidental, I promise...

Hroptatyr:

After all, the allure of the Crimson Moon is irresistible for scholars like us.

Eftirvit:

I do not put myself in the same category as you.

Hroptatyr:

...You're being awfully aggressive today, Eftirvit.

Hroptatyr:

Tell you what. To make up for it, how about you pick the topic for today's seminar? I'll do my best to help come up with some ideas.

Eftirvit:

Given your current level of scholarship and understanding of the Crimson Moon, I doubt you can be of any help to me.

Hroptatyr:

...What? I can't just pretend I didn't hear what you said there. What is that supposed to mean?

Eftirvit:

...

Hroptatyr:

Hey, Eftirvit, quit putting me down and just state the problem already. We can bet on it: If I solve it, then you have to...

Hroptatyr:

...Transfer half of next month's research funds to my lab. Dare to play?

Eftirvit:

*sigh*

Eftirvit:

...Suppose there were a weapon that worked by utilizing the authority related to Death within the Crimson Moon...

Although he considers it a waste of time, The Jester poses the future problems plaguing the Delusion project to The Wise, albeit speaking in hypotheticals...

Hroptatyr:

...

Eftirvit:

You can think about it by yourself. I have to leave now. There is much for me to do.

Hroptatyr:

Thank you, Eftirvit. This is all so exciting...

Hroptatyr:

These theories you brought up... Even though they're just hypothetical, I feel like they could be a reality in the future. It's a real eye-opener.

Eftirvit:

Don't thank me. If anyone, thank yourself — many of the basic theoretical foundations behind it are the result of your own work.

Hroptatyr:

My feeling is... the problem with your hypothesis is this: Don't you think the design of this "weapon" is a little too... gentle?

Eftirvit:

Oh?

Hroptatyr:

If the ultimate goal is to raise your status enough to achieve rule-level power, why waste so much energy on something like mitigating side effects?

Hroptatyr:

How can you hope to reject death and seize authority over it at the same time?

Eftirvit:

...You really are despicable.

Hroptatyr:

...Here. With a structure like this, you could use the remaining authorities of the Crimson Moon as a conductor to provide an instant burst of power, dealing a true finishing blow.

Eftirvit:

That may actually work... I truly did not expect you to gain such a thorough grasp of this material in so short a time, Hroptatyr.

Hroptatyr:

Heh, well, I'm no amateur when it comes to this stuff. I've researched in my spare time before.

Eftirvit:

Then the gulf began to form far earlier than I thought...

Hroptatyr:

*sigh* Anyway, these plans are just a pipe dream at the end of the day. Fascinating to discuss, and theoretically feasible, of course, but...

Hroptatyr:

A weapon that kills its user after a single use? Seems... pointless. When would there ever be a use for it in actual combat?

Eftirvit:

In fact, it may not be pointless... the future me can use it.

Hroptatyr:

...How are you doing in the future, Eftirvit? It seems like you're having a really tough time.

Eftirvit:

So you've noticed. I am not the Eftirvit you know from this point in time.

Hroptatyr:

Yeah, I'm not that oblivious. Besides, it didn't seem like you were making much of an effort to hide it.

Hroptatyr:

Can you tell me what the world is like in the future? What kind of person am I in your time?

Eftirvit:

...

Eftirvit:

The future is a dark place... and you are the scum of the earth.

Hroptatyr:

Huh...?

Hroptatyr:

You're finally here, Eftirvit...

Hroptatyr:

Oh, I'm sorry, I mistook you for somebody else. A friend of mine. I didn't expect anyone but him to be showing up here at this time.

Hroptatyr:

I don't suppose you saw him on your way over? Serious-looking fellow. A researcher, with slicked-back hair.

Traveler:

Hmm? Are you talking to me?

Hroptatyr:

Of course. We're the only ones here, aren't we?

Traveler:

(So this isn't just a memory... Somehow, I can actually interact with the people inside it.)

Hroptatyr:

Judging by your outfit, I'm guessing you're not from the Universitas... Are you lost?

Traveler:

No, I'm just passing through.

Hroptatyr:

Ah, I see. That's good.

Traveler:

...

Traveler:

(Since we can communicate, I'd better make the most of this chance to talk with the Sinner himself...)

Hroptatyr:

It seems there's something on your mind.

Hroptatyr:

...Sorry, I didn't mean anything by that. I just get a vague sense that you're shouldering a heavy burden. And there's something else about you... something I've never encountered before...

Hroptatyr:

Hmm, I wonder what it could be... Something from beyond this world, perhaps? Very intriguing...

Traveler:

(The Wise has exceptionally sharp intuition. Since he's gone there anyway, I might as well ask...)

Traveler:

I've been looking for my sister. We were separated... a long, long time ago.

Traveler:

I understand she spent a long time in this nation. We look quite similar. She's blond, just like me. Have you ever seen her?

Hroptatyr:

You were separated from your sibling? Gosh... I'm terribly sorry, but I haven't seen anyone matching that description...

Traveler:

(So this must be before Lumine arrived in Khaenri'ah, then... Got it.)

Hroptatyr:

Although, speaking of blond hair... A most extraordinary acquaintance of mine once told me a certain parable.

Hroptatyr:

It's a little lengthy, but the long and short of it is the story of two blond heirs to the crown who sought the Genesis Pearl.

Hroptatyr:

After he finished relating the tale, he told me this parable was in fact a symbol of what would happen in the future.

Hroptatyr:

He also told me that, in the near future, the first crowned heir will answer my call... and finally embark upon their destined journey.

Hroptatyr:

This... wouldn't have anything to do with you, would it?

Traveler:

(This is so confusing. "Crowned heir"... Could that refer to Lumine during her time in Khaenri'ah?)

Traveler:

(And what could "answering the call" of The Wise really mean? I need to talk to The Jester about this.)

Traveler:

...I'm not sure what it means. But I don't think I'm the one.

Hroptatyr:

Heh, true. This is just a fleeting encounter between two strangers.

Hroptatyr:

Well, I'm sorry I couldn't help you... This will probably leave you with more questions than answers.

Talk to the Harbingers present

Paimon:

Uh... what the heck happened? Is Paimon back in reality?

Paimon:

Listen, Traveler. Something crazy happened! Paimon thinks she just entered a whole other space. And there was this guy there — Paimon has a sneaky suspicion that it was—

Paimon:

What!? You saw him too?

Childe:

It wasn't just you two — I had a chat with him as well. He even said he'd like to help me improve my Foul Legacy if he gets the chance...

The Knave:

It seems that we all entered that place.

The Knave:

This Sinner certainly knows a great deal about the power of the Abyss. He gave me some good advice on how to control the Abyssal corruption that afflicts me.

Marionette:

Hmph, well I wasn't a fan. He had no manners — but plenty of nerve, acting all buddy-buddy... But I'll admit, the Khaenri'ahns did have some engineering expertise.

The Rooster:

I wonder what to make of The Wise's friendly demeanor... Is this simply his natural personality? Or was there some other intent behind it?

Regrator:

What do you mean, Mr. Mayor?

The Rooster:

Back when The Wise was preparing to leave Teyvat, he went out of his way to leave his notes with Pierro...

The Rooster:

Perhaps, within what he called the "last trace of humanity," there was the desire to help an old friend.

The Jester:

It serves no purpose to speculate on his past intentions. That person we saw, the man The Wise once was, is long gone. It is the person he gave up on.

Paimon:

What about you, Pierro? What did you talk about with him?

The Jester:

Just like in the past, we discussed challenges at work.

The Jester:

It proved fruitful... I now have a new plan to complete the Delusion project.

With the matter concluded, The Wise's notebook is sealed away again, and the Harbingers start to file out.

Paimon:

We finally got the answers we needed — and even got to meet The Wise! Good thing we came along after all.

Paimon:

Let's go, Traveler! ...What are you staring into space for? C'mon, Sandrone invited us to have tea with her before she leaves!

Traveler:

Pierro, I have another question.

The Jester:

What is it? Ah... Your conversation with Hroptatyr. You haven't discussed it yet. Is it something he said?

Traveler:

He spoke of an "extraordinary acquaintance," who told him that...

Traveler:

A blond-haired crowned heir will answer his call.

Paimon:

A blond-haired... "crowned heir"?

The Jester:

Vedrfolnir must have told him... The Visionary.

The Jester:

From the vantage point of the present, it is clear what he was referring to.

The Jester:

I suppose I never told you of this before... When I summoned Paimon from Celestia, Hroptatyr summoned someone else at the same time...

The Jester:

...It was none other than your sister.

Paimon:

Like Paimon?

The Jester:

I never made a point of bringing up this information before, since I am unsure what it could mean to you.

Traveler:

(Good question — what does this mean? What was Lumine doing in Celestia? And what did she experience there?)

Traveler:

(I'm still piecing together information about her past. It feels like I'm so close to finding something that connects the dots, but it keeps slipping through my fingers.)

Traveler:

(I'm still waiting for the moment during this journey when the whole truth is revealed. Is it ever going to come?)

Black Feathers Scattered at Parting

The time to go toe-to-toe with the Ruler of Death draws near. But is it really possible for a few mere mortals to prevail against the deity of death?

Attend Marionette's tea party

Marionette:

Finally. The tea's about to go cold. What took you so long?

Marionette:

Better late than never. With you and Paimon here, that makes four of us. Just enough to make it feel like one of our old tea parties.

The Knave:

You have more nostalgia for those times than I expected, Sandrone.

Marionette:

All I'm saying is that two people drinking tea doesn't count as a tea party. That's all.

Paimon:

So... what made you suddenly wanna hold a tea party, anyway?

Marionette:

To get a much needed breather. Don't you feel it too? That looming feeling that a huge battle is just around the corner... It makes the atmosphere so suffocating.

The Knave:

Agreed. The thought of having to fight Ronova is at the back of all of our minds, even when we're not choosing to think about it.

Paimon:

She is one of the Four Shades, after all. They have the power to enforce the rules of the world itself. It's gonna be so tough to defeat someone like her...

Paimon:

Yeah... Geez, when you look at it like that, everyone's been doing a pretty amazing job of keeping their cool!

Paimon:

If anything, Paimon of all people should probably be a little more nervous than she is, considering... Ugh...

The Knave:

Pierro must be under a great deal of pressure right now. That is one of the reasons I am so willing to cooperate with the Delusion research.

Traveler:

And what about the Tsaritsa?

Marionette:

The Tsaritsa, huh? ...Who knows?

Marionette:

Her mind is like a lake frozen to the very bottom. There are no ripples on the surface, nothing to reveal what lies underneath.

Marionette:

The surface might look pure and transparent, but just when you think you can see to the bottom, you realize it's so profoundly deep... you actually can't see anything at all.

The Knave:

I wouldn't even call that an exaggeration. Though it is reassuring to think the Tsaritsa must seem just as impenetrable to her enemies.

The Knave:

Regardless, I believe she has anticipated this day for a long time. It's possible she's been preparing to confront the Heavenly Principles since before she even ascended to godhood.

Paimon:

You guys really trust the Tsaritsa, huh. The Jester basically said the same thing.

Marionette:

Trust goes both ways. The more you trust someone, the more you want to prove yourself worthy of their trust. It's honestly kind of annoying.

Marionette:

Point is, I don't make a habit of trying to get in the Tsaritsa's head. Better to just accept the work assigned to you, and get it done.

Paimon:

Speaking of, what have you been up to, Sandrone?

Marionette:

Oh, y'know, repairing military fortifications, upgrading equipment for all ranks of combat personnel, fortifying battlefields that might not even be used...

The Knave:

Our altercation with Ronova is likely just the beginning. No one knows what Snezhnaya will face in the future, so one can never be too prepared.

The Knave:

For now, at least, I suppose I can take a short break before the experiments for the revised Delusion project are ready to begin.

Marionette:

No rest for the weary, huh, Arlecchino... Alright, let's talk about something else. This is supposed to be a tea party, not a work meeting...

The tea party shifts to more lighthearted topics. Overall, it's a relaxing and peaceful time.

Under the methodical command of the Tsaritsa, things proceed as normal over the next few days. The day of the appointment with Rhinedottir arrives before you know it ...

Return to Podvorye Restaurant for a rest

Danica:

...There must not be even a speck of dust on the tablecloth. Pay attention to the table settings. I don't want a single utensil out of place.

Danica:

And the lights seem dimmer than expected, Tropina. I told you this was a key element. Are you certain you polished all the fixtures?

Danica:

Tropina?

Tropina:

Oh, uhh... Apologies, Miss Danica. I'll check at once.

Danica:

This lack of focus is unlike you. What's going on?

Tropina:

N—Nothing. I'm... just a bit nervous...

Danica:

You know the identity of today's guest, then. Who told you?

Tropina:

N—No one! I just overheard it by chance. I'm sorry, I didn't know it was a secret...

Danica:

It's not a secret. The guest arriving today is Lady Rhinedottir, the Ruler of Life. I chose not to inform everyone in advance because there was no need to do so.

Danica:

As maids, the standard for our work is always the same — we accept perfection and nothing less. The identity of the guest has no bearing on that... I'm sure I've told you that many times.

Danica:

Whether our guest is an envoy of the heavens or a beggar on the street, all visitors are to be received with the utmost care and courtesy. Understood?

Tropina:

Of course. Forgive me, Miss Danica.

Danica:

All is well. There is nothing different about the palace today than any other day. It is up to us to give our guest a good first impression...

Danica:

... We'll leave the rest to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

Return to Podvorye Restaurant for a rest

Paimon:

Phew, the Tsaritsa's meeting Rhinedottir today, isn't she?

Traveler:

It's finally time to make our move.

Paimon:

How nerve-wracking... Well, it's still early. Should we go to the palace and see how everything's going?

Paimon:

True, Danica definitely takes her work very seriously. So where should we go? Paimon can't just sit around here and wait...

Paimon:

Ooh, good idea! Maybe there's something we can help out with over there.

Go to Rankova Zorya

Paimon:

Even though we don't know the whole plan, based on what Pierro said, this is definitely where Mitya should be right about now...

Paimon:

Huh? Where? Who are you talking about?

Dainsleif:

Huh? I didn't expect you to be the first people I'd run into after getting off the train.

Paimon:

Dain!

Dainsleif:

I appreciate you coming all this way to welcome me. I hope you haven't been waiting long.

Paimon:

You're always finding new ways to make an entrance, huh, Dain... Paimon's almost used to it by now.

Paimon:

So, what brings you to Snezhnaya?

Dainsleif:

Eftirvit contacted me, so here I am.

Dainsleif:

His officers were quite relentless in their search for me. I was half-convinced the Fatui was out for my arrest.

Traveler:

The Jester did say he wanted to unite all possible allies. If he called you in, guess he means business.

Paimon:

Well, it makes sense. Rhinedottir isn't just the Ruler of Life. She's also "Gold"... one of The Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah.

Paimon:

Whenever a Sinner or the Abyss Order shows up, Dain's never gonna be far behind. It's basically a law of the universe at this point...

Dainsleif:

I'm not just here for Rhinedottir's visit...

Dainsleif:

Ronova, the architect of my torment over the past five hundred years, the one who inflicted the Curse of Immortality upon me... She also makes it worth the trip.

Dainsleif:

Not to mention, Eftirvit relayed to me via his subordinates that Snezhnaya has found a way to converse with a past incarnation of The Wise...

Paimon:

Oh, yeah! It's true!

Dainsleif:

He fled Teyvat like a coward... I have many things to say to him. Many things indeed.

Traveler:

(Considering when that version of Hroptatyr is from, he probably doesn't have the answers Dain is looking for...)

Paimon:

Well, you definitely have a good reason to join the cause... Speaking of, are you and Pierro close? You share a homeland, after all.

Dainsleif:

We're merely acquaintances. We crossed paths a few times in the royal court, but that was the extent of our interactions.

Dainsleif:

For now, Eftirvit has asked me to "set aside my own agenda and focus entirely on fighting Ronova"... I suppose I can humor him this once.

Dainsleif:

As much as I wish I were the one confronting Rhinedottir in the Tsaritsa's place...

Dainsleif:

Hmph. You think I don't know what's at stake? ...Forget it, we'll do as he says.

Dainsleif:

So, what's your next move? What is Eftirvit planning?

Paimon:

He's researching a secret weapon, but we're not sure if it's ready yet. We were gonna go meet up with our Snezhnayan friend, Mitya. You should come with us!

Talk to Mitya

Vodyanitsa:

...This is the last batch of equipment. Once this is delivered, we'll be all set!

Mitya:

Thanks for the efficient work everyone! ...Oh, Traveler, Paimon. What brings you here?

Paimon:

Hey, Mitya! We're here to help! Oh, Vodyanitsa! You're here too!

Vodyanitsa:

It's been a while, Traveler and Paimon! You're both looking well!

Mitya:

We don't really need any help, actually. We've had a bunch of support from the military, thanks to Valeriy and Miss Vesna...

Mitya:

Plus, my friends from the Rokot know their way around the station, so they helped me get everything sorted out in no time.

Paimon:

Wow, everyone really rallied around!

Vodyanitsa:

*sigh*... Could you be a little more discreet when mentioning the Rokot, Mr. Mitya? You make it sound like we're a public organization.

Mitya:

Ahaha, sorry. Honestly, though, I don't think it'd be that bad if everything you did was out in the open. I think the people of Snezhnaya appreciate you all a lot.

Mitya:

Oh, and who is this?

Mitya:

Wait, let me guess... Your friend must be here to help us fight Ronova. Is he an old acquaintance of The Jester, then?

Paimon:

Yep! This is Dainsleif. Sounds like you guessed already, but he's a Khaenri'ahn survivor from five hundred years ago. Did you figure that out from his eyes?

Mitya:

Hello, Mr. Dainsleif. It wasn't just the eyes that gave you away. I also recognized the signature of the Curse of Immortality... It's the same one I sense on The Jester.

Mitya:

Ever since my soul was marked with the sign of Ronova, I've become sensitive to things like that.

Vodyanitsa:

Hello! Nice to meet you!

Dainsleif:

Likewise... Hmph, every time I hear Eftirvit referred to as "The Jester," I can't help but feel as if I have more cause to mock my fate than he does.

Paimon:

So. What are you guys transporting to Snezhnograd?

Mitya:

Haha, nobody told you yet? It was top secret at first, but as of today I'm free to divulge all the details to you.

Mitya:

During some time off a while back, an idea suddenly popped into my head... a way we just might be able to bypass Ronova's technological blockade.

Mitya:

Get this: We're going to turn the theater into a fully fledged laboratory.

Mitya:

This is all newly purchased equipment for the new lab. Transporting it was the only hard part — it'll be quick to set up once we're there.

Vodyanitsa:

Wanna guess whether I got a choice in the matter? Nope, of course I didn't. *sigh*...

Mitya:

Haha... Sorry about that, Vodyanitsa.

Mitya:

...Anyway. The recent incident at the theater proves that even if someone dies inside, their soul will be trapped there for a short while, unable to return to the Ley Lines.

Mitya:

So I'm thinking... as long as we have enough people in the theater, even if the Curse of Death gets triggered, there's still a chance of completing the experiment in the afterlife.

Paimon:

Huh? What are you talking about, experimenting in the afterlife?

Mitya:

My soul bears the mark of Ronova. That means, I can remember everything that happens while I'm dead.

Mitya:

If the experiment succeeds, then as long as I'm around, I can bring the findings back to the real world.

Mitya:

The Ley Line issues at the theater go way back, so I doubt Ronova has the means to fix them anytime soon. Could be just the opportunity we need.

Vodyanitsa:

Gotta say, I have my doubts too... Let's not forget, the afterlife is Ronova's territory. Won't she be able to interfere with the experiment somehow?

Paimon:

Also... Well, not that Paimon's the expert here, but how do you know that any research findings from the afterlife will even apply in the real world?

Mitya:

Mm, hmm, all good points — you raise some excellent questions. Yeah, who knows? None of us can be certain that this plan will succeed. But by the same token...

Mitya:

...Nor can Ronova be certain that this plan will fail.

Dainsleif:

So you're counting on Ronova not to leave it to chance. Correct?

Mitya:

Basically. All we need to do is make sure Ronova won't turn a blind eye to—

Ronova:

I hope you're enjoying causing trouble for me.

Traveler:

Ronova!

Paimon:

Waaaaaah!

Mitya:

Tch... Earlier than planned, and it's the wrong location... Vodyanitsa, get Valeriy and Vesna! Tell the Rokot to evacuate the locals!

Traveler:

Don't worry, I'll protect you.

Paimon:

Okay!

Confront Ronova

A short while earlier, Rhinedottir, the Ruler of Life, paid a visit to Zapolyarny Palace at the Tsaritsa's invitation...

Danica:

This way please, Madam Rhinedottir.

Rhinedottir:

I saw the same look in many people's eyes on the way here... But yours is different. I see no fear in your eyes at all.

Danica:

I understand that you are this world's Ruler of Life. But for here and now, for my purposes, you are but a guest at Zapolyarny Palace.

Danica:

As a maid of the host, I should not, and need not, be afraid.

Rhinedottir:

You've made quite an impression on me. Thank you for escorting me here, my lady. You are an excellent maid.

Rhinedottir:

Now, it is time for the host and your guest to speak privately.

Anastasya:

...

Rhinedottir:

Good morning, Tsaritsa Anastasya.

Rhinedottir:

Although complimenting one's host is only proper, your elegance and beauty really are quite striking. I mean that sincerely.

Anastasya:

Thank you for honoring our arrangement, Lady Rhinedottir. You seem to be in a good mood today.

Rhinedottir:

Indeed. This land is brimming with primal and untamed natural power...

Rhinedottir:

To behold a civilization built in such a place... One can feel an intense pulse of life everywhere. It's quite refreshing.

Anastasya:

I shall take that to mean you appreciate how the Snezhnayan people have thrived in defiance of fate. Please, take a seat.

Rhinedottir:

...I wonder, did you ever visit the royal palace of Khaenri'ah? Before the Cataclysm, of course.

Anastasya:

Only once, and it was after the Cataclysm.

Rhinedottir:

Is that so? It merely struck me that your aesthetic taste differs so vastly from that of the Vinster King.

Rhinedottir:

Hm, quite lovely. It almost makes me want to speak up on your behalf and ask the Heavenly Principles to stay their hand a little longer.

Naberius:

When it comes to the value of a civilization's continued existence, I believe aesthetic beauty holds little weight.

Rhinedottir:

My dear Naberius, I seem to recall you saying you had no interest in attending this meeting. Please refrain from popping in and interrupting my train of thought.

Anastasya:

You make it sound like Snezhnaya's destruction is an inevitable eventuality.

Rhinedottir:

Do I? I don't recall using those words.

Rhinedottir:

I have no interest in announcing a civilization's impending doom. It's an incredibly thankless task, and one that will most certainly fall to someone else.

Anastasya:

I see. Then we should get to the matter at hand.

Rhinedottir:

So soon? Very well. I thought we might enjoy an engaging conversation first, but you are much more... restrained than I imagined.

Anastasya:

Recently, I caught sight of Asmoday, the Ruler of Space.

Anastasya:

It was during my expedition to subdue an unknown beast that had found its way into Snezhnaya, bringing with it an unrelenting snowstorm...

Anastasya:

The monster grew increasingly powerful the further it advanced, and the power emanating from it quickly became too much for my subordinates to withstand.

Rhinedottir:

Sounds like an interesting creature indeed.

Anastasya:

I had no choice but to venture deeper into the storm alone. The ferocity of the blizzard completely obstructed my vision...

Anastasya:

Until I reached the heart of the storm. Finally, I was able to see the monster clearly. But, more importantly, I saw two figures standing close to it.

Anastasya:

The first figure was wearing a hood, so it was difficult to identify them, but the other... I'm certain it was Asmoday.

Rhinedottir:

Asmoday is indeed hard to mistake. This hooded figure, though... Who could it be?

Anastasya:

I could not say for certain, but I was able to overhear parts of their conversation...

???:

"This is indeed something worth witnessing — the end of the ███████████████'s story..."

Anastasya:

Before long, they seemed to notice my presence. Asmoday then used the power of space, and the two of them disappeared.

Rhinedottir:

The figure said they came to "witness" something? Witness what, I wonder... The monster's existence, or its death?

Rhinedottir:

So, what happened next? You killed it?

Anastasya:

Yes. The creature was barely conscious. It put up some resistance, but only on a purely instinctual level.

Rhinedottir:

Valuable information indeed. Could there be something special about that monster...?

Rhinedottir:

It certainly wasn't on Celestia's radar, but that comes as no surprise. If your godly powers were enough to slay it, the creature can't have been much of a threat.

Naberius:

I received no warning either. A case like this would be classified as spontaneous monster evolution and nothing more.

Rhinedottir:

That leaves us with many questions that need answering. Why would Asmoday be interested in that monster in particular?

Rhinedottir:

And that hooded figure, is it possible that was... Asmoday's "new master"?

Naberius:

You still haven't given up on that theory, Rhinedottir? More likely than not, it was an idea Istaroth had on a whim. I doubt she even gave it a second thought.

Rhinedottir:

As usual, my meticulous nature forbids me from overlooking the possibility, Naberius.

Rhinedottir:

Now that we know about this monster, we have a new direction to investigate at the very least. Thank you, Your Majesty.

Anastasya:

You're welcome. It is what I promised, after all.

Rhinedottir:

Well, I know for certain you didn't offer up this information to curry favor with the Heavenly Principles.

Rhinedottir:

So, then... What do you want in return? What is it you wish to know from me?

Anastasya:

Tell me the current state of the Heavenly Principles, and when they will awaken.

Rhinedottir:

How very direct, Your Majesty. Even more so than I imagined. One might expect you to leave your intentions a bit more to the imagination.

Naberius:

I suggest we end the meeting here, Rhinedottir.

Rhinedottir:

Agreed, Naberius.

Rhinedottir:

My apologies, Tsaritsa Anastasya. I find myself unable to provide an answer to that question. Given my position, it's hardly the most reasonable request.

Rhinedottir:

In the interest of ending things in a dignified manner, let's wrap this up here.

Anastasya:

Very well, Madam Rhinedottir. I respect your wishes. The fault is mine for expecting too much.

Anastasya:

It would seem possessing absolute power means Celestia feels little need to treat its rivals with respect. Consider the intel on Asmoday a gift, then.

Naberius:

"Rivals"?

Rhinedottir:

"Rivals"?

Anastasya:

Is that not what we are? Your unwillingness to share intel shows that you're treating Snezhnaya with even more caution than I expected.

Rhinedottir:

Hardly a clever attempt to goad me. Surely you're not under the delusion that my leaving this meeting... means Celestia recognizes Snezhnaya as a rival?

Anastasya:

You're the one leaving. You could just as easily choose to stay and finish this pot of tea with me.

Rhinedottir:

What do you think, Naberius?

Naberius:

As disgusted as I am by her words... Upon reflection, perhaps we were a little too hasty just now.

Rhinedottir:

Very well. I will play the part of a proper guest and finish this tea with you. But only because I choose to.

Rhinedottir:

Just as it is my choice not to answer your question. So let us change to a different topic entirely.

Anastasya:

As you wish.

Rhinedottir:

We could talk about your own past... Of how much of it are you currently aware?

Anastasya:

That question is impossible for me to answer. Ever since the Heavenly Principles manipulated my memories, I have long since lost trust in my own recollection.

Anastasya:

If you're referring to the part I was forced to forget, the Belyi Tsar once told me about it...

Anastasya:

But it sounded like someone else's story. It did not feel real at all. Besides... I never had much trust in the Belyi Tsar either.

Rhinedottir:

Hm, the situation may not be as dire as you assume, you know.

Rhinedottir:

The only thing the Heavenly Principles erased from your mind... was the Third Descender and all memories related to him.

Rhinedottir:

And it wasn't just you. At that time, the Heavenly Principles used Irminsul to erase all traces of the Third Descender's existence from the world...

Rhinedottir:

By fleeing into the Shadow Realm, only the Belyi Tsar was able to retain some memories of him. In all likelihood, what he told you was true.

Anastasya:

It matters not whether those past events are true or false. As long as the Heavenly Principles are allowed to exist and have their way with this world, I choose to live in the present.

Rhinedottir:

Hm, is that so... Well, I have my own perspective, of course. I could share it with you if you were so inclined.

Rhinedottir:

After all, I once reviewed the records in Celestia concerning the Third Descender incident. It made for quite fascinating reading.

Anastasya:

Very well. I can't say I've ever had the opportunity to listen to someone tell my own story over tea before.

Naberius:

I'm not sure it's appropriate to reveal that which you are about to reveal. I would proceed with caution.

Rhinedottir:

Just think of it as a small token in return for her intel on Asmoday... Besides, you can turn a blind eye every once in a while, you know.

Rhinedottir:

First, as a Khaenri'ahn, I suppose I should pay my respects to you... "Mother of Khaenri'ah."

Rhinedottir:

As I'm sure you know already, all Khaenri'ahns are descendants of a bloodline that began with you and the Third Descender.

Anastasya:

I am aware, although I have no memory of it. I found out about it much later... I've just never known how to face you all.

Rhinedottir:

I don't blame you. In fact, I understand that sentiment quite well... as a "mother" myself.

Rhinedottir:

Maternal love is instinctual. But it's not an instinct that can be triggered simply by being told that one is a mother.

Rhinedottir:

Not to mention... The love that compels you as a god has been twisted and warped by the Heavenly Principles.

Rhinedottir:

You were forbidden to love those who were owed your affection. Instead, all you have left is the love the Heavenly Principles bestowed upon you.

Rhinedottir:

How unfortunate the people of Khaenri'ah were. We lost your love, and that misfortune can be traced back to the very incident in question.

Rhinedottir:

On that fateful day, the Belyi Tsar incited you — a mere herald of the court at the time — to open the gate to the Abyss alongside the Third Descender.

Rhinedottir:

This single act triggered the numerous Abyssal disasters that have plagued the world over the past millennium.

Rhinedottir:

It was, without a doubt, an unforgivable sin, but in all honesty, the true blame should lie with the Belyi Tsar as the instigator.

Rhinedottir:

However, at the time, the Heavenly Principles cared little for such details, and immediately erased your existence as punishment.

Rhinedottir:

The Belyi Tsar, on the other hand, escaped all consequences by fleeing to the Shadow Realm, and was never pursued further.

Rhinedottir:

Meanwhile, the Third Descender ascended to Celestia to negotiate with the Heavenly Principles, willing to trade his own life to bring yours back.

Rhinedottir:

There was something special about his physical constitution. He possessed an unparalleled affinity for the power of Teyvat's Human Realm, and could even amplify the power of the various elements. This is what he would use as his bargaining chip.

Rhinedottir:

As long as the Heavenly Principles agreed to resurrect you, and promised to never lay a hand on his descendants — those who would later be known as Khaenri'ahns...

Rhinedottir:

He consented to have his remains be split into seven pieces to consolidate the system of rule established by the Heavenly Principles.

Anastasya:

Then, he was naive. Attempting to negotiate with a higher being... Any promise made would be nothing more than empty words.

Rhinedottir:

Actually, he was more resourceful than you give him credit for. He had his own way of holding the Heavenly Principles to their word — a curse, profound and complex, one that would only take effect if the promise was ever broken.

Rhinedottir:

Of course, the Heavenly Principles had conditions of their own. They agreed to resurrect you, but everything about him would be forgotten...

Rhinedottir:

After all, his power, his knowledge, his final acts upon this earth... They all made him dangerous in the eyes of the Heavenly Principles, and there was zero tolerance for such uncertain variables.

Anastasya:

So, when the Cataclysm occurred in Khaenri'ah, it must have triggered the Third Descender's curse... That's why the Heavenly Principles are asleep.

Anastasya:

I suppose that answers my initial question regarding the current state of the Heavenly Principles. Thank you for that.

Rhinedottir:

Ah, no, no, no. No need to thank me. That was just a story — your story, in fact. I certainly wasn't answering any particular question.

Rhinedottir:

I am somewhat surprised, however. You learn of the sacrifice the Third Descender made on your behalf, and yet, your focus remains on the Heavenly Principles.

Anastasya:

Like I said, I choose to live in the present.

Confront Ronova

Traveler:

Don't worry, I'll protect you.

Paimon:

Okay!

Ronova:

Oh? What do you suppose you're doing? Preparing to fight me?

Ronova:

I must say, you surprise me... Surely, you don't really think you have what it takes to face me head on?

Dainsleif:

I didn't know gods liked to trash-talk their opponents.

Ronova:

Heh. I had only planned on punishing a few researchers to teach you a lesson before leaving.

Ronova:

But under the circumstances... It looks like a higher caliber of divine punishment is in order.

Seeing everyone ready for battle, Ronova prepared to mete out "divine punishment." With a single devastating strike, she transformed Rankova Zorya into a battlefield where judgment would be passed.

Defeat Ronova, the Ruler of Death

Escape the afterlife

Confront Ronova

Traveler:

(Phew... Am I back in reality...?)

Traveler:

(But everyone else is still...)

Ronova:

...Back so soon? Hmph, you're getting awfully comfortable with death.

Ronova:

Unacceptable. I'm seriously considering destroying your body completely the next time I kill you...

Traveler:

...

Traveler:

(This is it... The Jester's plan, the mission he gave me... The moment has finally come to act.)

The Jester:

As for the precise action you will need to take, the details are as follows...

The Jester:

...On the day that the Tsaritsa meets with the Ruler of Life, Mitya will make a delivery of equipment from Rankova Zorya to Snezhnograd.

The Jester:

All you need to do is wait for the right moment. Wait until Ronova appears and kills everyone... then, stall her. Do not let her leave the scene.

Paimon:

...Is that it? Is that all?

Ronova:

Hey, are you even listening to me?

Traveler:

You kill me... and now you want to chat?

Ronova:

Hmph, how obnoxious. I truly do not know what it is that the Heavenly Principles values so much about Descenders like you.

Ronova:

But don't push your luck. If you don't behave yourself, you will soon find that neither the Heavenly Principles' tolerance of you, nor my own, is limitless.

Ronova:

And lest you think this to be an empty threat, consider the clear precedent before you. The Third Descender's remains have been the playthings of the gods for centuries now...

Ronova:

If I were you, I would carefully consider the consequences of my next steps... then, I would either live with the utmost caution, or simply leave this place.

Traveler:

If I were you, I'd think long and hard about whether living like this is really worth it.

Traveler:

You act high and mighty, like you can dictate people's fates at will, holding all the rules in the palm of your hand...

Traveler:

But the truth is, you are bound by a far greater number of rules than those under your control. You can't do whatever you please.

Ronova:

...

Ronova:

Do you really presume that I have no way to kill you and your cohort once and for all?

Ronova:

I simply need to wait for Asmoday to return, and the Four Shades can jointly activate our authority... Or until I find the conclusive evidence I need for a conviction...

Ronova:

Failing that, I simply need to bide my time until the Heavenly Principles awakens...

Ronova:

The civilization of Snezhnaya has been hanging by a thread for a long time, and you have made yourself a willing accomplice in their schemes... I will not make excuses for you.

Traveler:

I thought you would have figured out a way to get rid of me for good by now... Guess I was wrong.

Traveler:

The way I see it, as creations of Celestia go, Paimon is far more impressive than you.

Traveler:

You say she has none of Celestia's power or authority... and you talk of "reclaiming" her like she's a mere object...

Traveler:

But all along, she's the one who's been there to guide me. Countless people have witnessed our journey, and she has subtly influenced many of their fates.

Traveler:

These are bonds that exist only between humans — between living beings. Don't you see? Paimon is writing her own destiny.

Traveler:

But you? You're the one who's more like an object. You're just someone else's tool.

Traveler:

All you are is a set of shackles used by the Heavenly Principles to keep humanity under control. And you've never even known true freedom yourself.

Ronova:

...

Traveler:

(Maybe that was going a little too far... I only meant to stall her, but thinking about Paimon made me lose my cool...)

Ronova:

I really thought you would have learned your lesson by now. In fact, this is where I was planning to leave things for today...

Ronova:

But now? Hmph. I've changed my mind.

Ronova:

Since the Heavenly Principles won't allow me to kill you completely, there is no need for me to do so.

Ronova:

Death is a relief. Only the living can experience endless torment... And I have plenty of methods of inflicting that.

Ronova:

I will make you hate the Heavenly Principles more than ever... You will hate them for not allowing me to kill you completely.

Traveler:

(Uh-oh... Well, I guess there's no backing out now.)

Ronova:

The time is almost here. Now, I just need to wait for Rhinedottir to resurrect you...

Traveler:

...

Ronova:

...Huh?

Ronova:

...What's going on? Why hasn't the resurrection started yet?

Confront Ronova

Rhinedottir:

...So your hostility toward the Heavenly Principles... It doesn't necessarily stem from past grievances. It's more about Snezhnaya's ideals and future...

Rhinedottir:

Khaenri'ah would have been proud to have a "mother" like you. It's just a shame Khaenri'ah no longer exists.

Anastasya:

...

Rhinedottir:

Is something wrong? You look a little out of sorts.

Rhinedottir:

Is this conversation making you uncomfortable? I made sure to rein in my authority as the Ruler of Life, so that shouldn't be the cause.

Rhinedottir:

Ah, actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask you from the beginning... Do you really think it's appropriate for you to be playing host and sipping tea with me at a time like this?

Rhinedottir:

The best of your people, and the outside help you've enlisted... They all must be risking their lives fighting Ronova right now.

Rhinedottir:

You have six Gnoses in your possession. If you joined the battle with all that strength...

Rhinedottir:

...You might just be able to raise the odds of victory from zero to a snowball's chance in hell.

Anastasya:

It's quite alright. I have deemed talking with you to be of greater importance.

Rhinedottir:

Very well. Suit yourself.

Rhinedottir:

Not having to face her is something for which you — or anyone, really — should be truly grateful.

Rhinedottir:

Don't let her appearance fool you. She may seem serious about her work, but at her core, she has a capricious temperament indeed.

Rhinedottir:

Yes, there she goes again. Another massacre... I do hope you weren't counting on those armed forces of yours too heavily... I believe they've already died once by now.

Rhinedottir:

Well then... As much as this has been a pleasant chat, let's end things here. Time for me to clean up after my willful colleague...

Rhinedottir:

...

Rhinedottir:

Hmm? Wait... The flow of time, it's...

When Ronova realized the resurrection had not gone as planned, she prepared to leave and find out why. You, Dainsleif, and The Jester threw everything you had into stopping her, and in the end, Celestia reclaimed her authority. Meanwhile, at Zapolyarny Palace, the true cause behind it all was revealed: the Tsaritsa, with six Gnoses in her possession, had tampered with the space and time around Rhinedottir...

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Rhinedottir:

You uncovered the Heavenly Principles' "monitoring cycle" as well? It would seem Celestia gravely underestimated your determination to rebel.

Rhinedottir:

As well as the amplifying effects of the Third Descender's remains...

Rhinedottir:

Using Cryo to influence time and space, rewriting the rules of the world on a small scale... Obviously, this is power beyond what a god should be capable of possessing.

Anastasya:

The Gnoses are just one aspect. My own insights gained over the past thousand years also played a part.

Rhinedottir:

To think a mere god could reach such heights of power...

Rhinedottir:

So, under the influence of your amplified Cryo power, the flow of time within this hall has become significantly slower than the outside world...

Rhinedottir:

In other words, while you and I were leisurely chatting without any sense of urgency... Outside, time was passing rapidly.

Rhinedottir:

And the window of resurrection that Ronova and I agreed upon to bypass the Heavenly Principles' monitoring system... It must have passed by without me even noticing.

Naberius:

I doubt things are looking good for Ronova right now. The Authority of Death has most likely been reclaimed.

Anastasya:

You may analyze it all you want, but there is nothing to be gained from it. I know this strategy isn't going to work on you twice.

Anastasya:

Now, it's about time you resurrected those killed by Ronova. This is still your duty, is it not?

Rhinedottir:

Indeed. Celestia has detected this incident, and thus, a directive has been provided.

Rhinedottir:

In fact, it's echoing in my mind at this very moment, demanding that I use my authority to rectify Ronova's mistake.

Rhinedottir:

Though, I'm sure you were counting on this all along as well...

Anastasya:

What can I say? I don't believe in sacrificing pawns as a means to an end.

Rhinedottir:

Very well. They shall be resurrected.

Rhinedottir:

Now, as for you, Tsaritsa Anastasya... You've been very bold indeed. Just what shall we do with you, I wonder?

Naberius:

Unfortunately, this act of "rebellion" cannot be judged by Celestia, and falls far short of the threshold for casting down a nail of retribution.

Naberius:

But as far as the Tsaritsa is concerned, she has quite clearly overstepped the bounds of her authority, and that is sufficient grounds for punishment.

Anastasya:

...

Rhinedottir:

...

Naberius:

Rhinedottir?

Rhinedottir:

...Haha, just kidding. No need to be so nervous.

Rhinedottir:

Ronova was just punished, and Naberius and I could arguably be considered accomplices, so Celestia is keeping a close eye on us right now.

Rhinedottir:

I'd rather not have the Authority of Life reclaimed as well, if it's all the same to you.

Naberius:

...You're using that as an excuse? Don't tell me... You intend to spare the Cryo Archon?

Rhinedottir:

I must say, I've gained a lot of admiration for your courage and resourcefulness. You've proven yourself to be quite a worthy rival after all.

Rhinedottir:

I think we'll leave things here for today. It's hardly polite for a guest to impose upon their host for too long.

Anastasya:

I do hope your stay wasn't too unpleasant.

Rhinedottir:

Allow me to set aside my identity as the "Ruler of Life" for a moment, and speak solely as Mage R, "Gold," descendant of Khaenri'ah...

Rhinedottir:

I'm beginning to suspect Snezhnaya might be capable of achieving some monumental things indeed.

Naberius:

I am most dissatisfied with how you've handled this, Rhinedottir. Snezhnaya will surely escalate things after this...

Rhinedottir:

Hm? What did you say, Naberius? The signal seems to be quite poor on my end...

Naberius:

Ugh... Meddling mage...

Confront Ronova

Ronova:

The authority... You... You really are a conniving crew...

Mitya:

I think I'm back in reality now... Well? Did we succeed?

The Jester:

If you're back, then prepare for battle. She will not take this lying down.

The Jester:

Her Authority of Death may have been the biggest hurdle to our success, but even without it, Ronova's strength is still formidable.

Ronova:

This is pure folly... It makes no sense... They stripped it from me, just like that...

Ronova:

So be it — I am quite finished with showing restraint in any case. Now... I can kill without further consequence.

Ronova:

I will admit that you have gotten your way for now... But we will see if you can bear the cost of breaking the shackles that bound me.

Defeat Ronova, who's now been stripped of her power

Even without her authority, Ronova still possessed power befitting one of the Four Shades, and now she was ready to unleash it in full. The battle grew ever more brutal, slowly but surely drawing toward its final clash...

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With you and Dainsleif keeping Ronova occupied, The Jester was able to land a devastating blow at the cost of his own soul and life force. When the smoke cleared, Ronova was nowhere to be seen. There was no doubt — you had won...

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Paimon:

Is... is it over? Is Ronova... dead?

Vodyanitsa:

Can the Ruler of Death even die at all...?

The Jester:

In fact, Snezhnaya achieved its goal in the moment that her authority was reclaimed by Celestia...

The Jester:

Yet, it was all but inevitable for things to end this way.

The Jester:

From the moment the Curse of Immortality was cast down... it created a feud that, perhaps, was also destined never to die.

Mitya:

Whew... Now that the blockade on Snezhnayan technology has been lifted, Project Mistilteinn can finally move forward.

Mitya:

If you'd told me on day one that defeating the Ruler of Death would end up being a necessary step in our plans... I definitely would have thought twice about taking the job.

Dainsleif:

Are you certain that your final strike finished her off?

The Jester:

Unless she used some means to escape the battle that went undetected by us all...

The Jester:

But even so, she will have sustained fatal and irreversible damage.

The Jester:

Regardless, from this point on, we all must remain on guard against potential retaliation...

The Jester:

For in our struggle against the gods, no one can see the full picture of fate.

Talk to Paimon

Paimon:

...It's over, it's over! Paimon was a little nervous before meeting with the Tsaritsa this time, but there was really no need, huh?

Paimon:

It was basically an awards ceremony! And we totally stole the show.

Paimon:

Hehe... Actually Paimon thinks the Tsaritsa herself deserves the most credit.

Paimon:

It took a whole bunch of us to deal with Ronova, but she handled Rhinedottir all by herself! Someone ought to commend her, too.

Paimon:

No way! Paimon wouldn't dare! That's one thing she's been worried about... What if the Tsaritsa secretly suspects that Paimon's a spy from Celestia, or something?

Paimon:

Alright! Paimon's sticking with you, then!

Paimon:

Hey, Dain's over there. Paimon was gonna say back in the palace — he's the last person Paimon would expect to show for this kind of event... Dain!

Dainsleif:

What is it? You need something?

Paimon:

Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Where are you going?

Dainsleif:

I just can't wait to get out of here. I find occasions like this uncomfortable.

Paimon:

...If it makes you so uncomfortable, why'd you come at all? Honestly, Paimon never expected you to show up for an audience with the Tsaritsa.

Dainsleif:

She's different. I could never deny the Mother of Khaenri'ah the courtesy of a straightforward audience.

Paimon:

Hmm... Seems like "Mother" is the most powerful title in the world.

Paimon:

How about Pierro — did he keep his promise? Did you get to see The Wise?

Dainsleif:

I did. It was a little disappointing.

Dainsleif:

The most that The Wise as a young man can offer is the chance to reminisce about the past. He hasn't been exposed to the dark side of Khaenri'ah at all.

Dainsleif:

Eftirvit, on the other hand, seems rather eager to discuss his work with him.

Dainsleif:

What can I say... he's more forgiving than I expected.

Dainsleif:

Although, it could also be an attempt to resist erosion.

Dainsleif:

That battle with Ronova took an exceptionally heavy toll on his mind and soul.

Dainsleif:

To wield the immense power that he did, one always has to pay an irrecoverable price.

Paimon:

No wonder we haven't seen him all day. He definitely needs to get some good rest.

Dainsleif:

Snezhnaya has every right to consider their victory absolute... They finally defeated the Ruler of Death, Ronova.

Dainsleif:

Five hundred years ago, when the Khaenri'ahns looked up at her during the cataclysm, all anyone saw was an untouchable god.

Dainsleif:

Yes. Although, one thing is certain... It will not be a peaceful era.

Somewhere else in Snezhnaya...

For the first time, Ronova, the Ruler of Death, felt "death" drawing near. Weakened, she fused the Embryonic-Ichoric-Telluric-Rudiment with Snezhnaya's Nail of Retribution, hoping to make all of Teyvat experience that same sensation as the Holy Soil spread across the land...

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