The Truth of the Battle of Seven Colors

Huh? What are the Fatui doing here?

That's a little concerning... Let's go over there and see what they're up to.

Also, how did they get this close to a tribal settlement?

Huh... All the Fatui left in Natlan are probably The Captain's subordinates. That basically makes them followers of one of Natlan's heroes.

Still, once a Fatuus always a Fatuus. Something seems off, seeing them here... Let's go check it out!

Ahem! What are you guys doing here?

Heh, following orders. If you have a problem, take it up with our employer.

Hey, what's with the attitude? Can the Fatui even work for a private employer?

Ahem! This is Grudoc — I hired him to be my bodyguard in Natlan. As you can see, he's not the sociable type. I'm sorry for any offense.

My original plan was to hire someone from the local tribes, but a priest recommended Grudoc and his squad.

I was told they were capable fighters and had the time to spare, so they fit the bill... It seems like the Fatui's reputation in Natlan is quite positive.

So, that's what happened... Then, you must be from Fontaine?

Precisely! Montluson, at your service. I work in the publication business. And you two... Wait, you must be Nhà Lữ Hành and his fairy companion!

Oh, you know us?

A golden-haired Traveler with a floating companion... There's no mistake!

Your exploits in Fontaine have all the makings of a best-selling series! I'd be a failure of a book merchant if I couldn't recognize you.

Wow, we're really famous at this point, Nhà Lữ Hành!

It's truly my lucky day! I know this is sudden, but I was actually looking for you two... You see, I have a favor to ask.

So, you... chased us all the way to Natlan? That's a little creepy...

You'll be generously rewarded, I promise you!

...Well, at least he got straight to the point. Should we hear what he has to say?

*ahem*... Alright, we'll hear your request.

You know the great shaman, Citlali, right? I need her help with something!

Uh... Yeah, but the chances of her helping a random stranger just because we asked...

With her personality? Pretty slim...

Yeah, Citlali really doesn't like dealing with strangers...

I heard about that from other members of her tribe. But, they told me if one person could convince her, it would be the golden-haired Traveler.

If you manage it, I'll even double your pay!

...

Why do you need her help?

Oh, yeah... We should definitely get to the bottom of that first.

It's kind of a long story, and there's tribal history involved, so you should hear it from an expert. Allier, if you could...

Of course! I don't often have an eager audience for this kind of thing... Nice to meet you. The name's Allier — I'm a Researcher from the Fontaine Research Institute.

Unlike most researchers, I have a keen interest in ancient ruins. That's why I was invited to join Monsieur Montluson's team.

Have you heard the legend of the great shaman, Huitzilin?

Yes. According to local records, she was a color mystic who lived over two hundred years ago, the most adept in her tribe at using that particular technique.

Out of all her exploits, her most celebrated is "the Battle of Seven Colors."

According to legend, the battle was triggered by an Abyss invasion, one of the most brutal in Natlan's history, even from a greater historical perspective.

Amazingly, Natlan was able to turn the tide despite being at an extreme disadvantage. The key to victory was none other than a "color" Huitzilin created on the battlefield.

The "color" was extraordinary — illusory in appearance while also seeming to possess physical form. Legend has it that Huitzilin used the "color" to construct a magnificent maze on the battlefield...

...And trap all the enemies inside. This allowed her allies to launch a counterattack and, ultimately, secure victory.

*ahem*... Anyway, that's the gist of it. We don't want to take up too much of your time.

That story is the reason I came to Natlan. I often publish books about the history of other nations. They always end up faring well on the market.

When I heard this story for the first time, I wanted to include it in my next collection, but...

Historical records about Natlan aren't very detailed. We haven't been able to determine where the battle took place, or find any definitive evidence that it occurred at all.

Even within the Masters of the Night-Wind, people dispute the legitimacy of the story. Some believe it to be a myth.

If that were the case, the story would not be fit for publication...

Uh, but, if you're just including it in a story collection, why does it matter if it never happened?

Well, you see, the slogan for the collection is "restoring the truth of history." Naturally, I need it to be factual.

That's why I'm here. The Masters of the Night-Wind are said to have a tradition of recording past events, so I wanted to consult their records.

But, I was refused access to the Obsidian Altar. Application after application, and all I received were a few ordinary woven scrolls with nothing to offer. Honestly, I'm just trying to promote their history, and they make such a fuss...

According to my research, their scrolls are considered sacred relics in addition to historical records. Naturally, outsiders are rarely granted access.

Not to mention, the scrolls we did get to review actually contain a huge amount of information. I just need more time, and I could—

We've been over this, Allier. There's no need to waste time on those scrolls when we have a better way.

Citlali, you mean?

Exactly. You're well aware, I'm sure, that Citlali has been alive for more than two hundred years. That means she lived during the era of the Battle of Seven Colors!

If she agrees to be my consultant, then no other historical records are necessary.

Oh, that's what you want...

So, what do you say? I'll quadruple the pay if it helps sweeten the deal!

Well, it's not that we don't want to help you...

Oh, right! The duty the chief gave us has a lot to do with Huitzilin...

Who knows? The "Battle of Seven Colors" might lead us in the right direction!

Alright, we'll help you convince Citlali. Just let us do the talking, okay?

Of course!

So, this is where the great shaman lives? A bit... far from civilization, isn't it? I hope the person who pointed us in this direction wasn't mistaken...

For someone like Citlali, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Is this graffiti her work, too? I wonder if it's a cultural practice... If I could just copy it down—

We're here for a reason, Allier. As agreed, you two can do the talking, and we'll wait for you here.

Okay, we'll go knock on the door! Hopefully she's not hungover...

Citlali? Are you there? We need your help with something!

...No response. Maybe she's not home?

Let's try her other name.

Oh, uh... Granny Itztli? Are you home?

Hey, kid! If you're here to challenge me, book an appointment first!

(So, Citlali's a real hermit, huh...)

...Nhà Lữ Hành!

...Looks like we came at a bad time.

*ahem*! Are you still there? Just come in, we can talk inside.

Well, at least we didn't get turned away...

Huh, so this is where Citlali lives...

I, uh, didn't have time to fully clean up the place... Complain if you want. Menial housework means nothing to a great shaman like myself.

Besides, in light novels, people who keep everything neat and tidy are always too boring to be the protagonists.

Also, I'm not a hermit. I'm just above superficial rules of societal etiquette.

She sure does care a lot about what we think of her...

Oh, and that spell I used to transfer my senses to you... You're not still, uh, experiencing the side-effects, are you?

It's my duty as a great shaman to check that kind of thing.

Oh, you mean when we could hear your thoughts? Nope! It's been so long. We don't have to worry about that anymore, right?

Then, why do I hear Nhà Lữ Hành's thoughts in my head?

What?

(Oh, she heard me call her a hermit... That bothers her? I thought she was "above superficial rules of societal etiquette"...)

I can still hear you, y'know!

I apologize for offending you...

Don't bother, I'll find a way to fix it. First you hear my thoughts, now I'm hearing your thoughts...

It was just a simple spell. I use it on you, and now it's on the fritz...

Forget it. Just tell me why you're here.

Well, someone asked us... to ask you... to be their consultant. They have questions about the history of Natlan.

So, they asked the hero of Natlan to put in a good word? Sounds like they know I don't usually trouble myself with other people's problems.

The pay is really good!

Doesn't matter. I'm busy.

She sure doesn't look busy... Paimon knew this wouldn't get us anywhere...

What if the request comes from me?

From you...

Yeah, we were given a sacred duty to help your tribe weave a special scroll!

Huh? So, you're the appointed ones this time?

We were surprised, too! After all, we have no idea how to weave a scroll like that.

But, with Chief Biram's help, we were able to make some progress!

We still haven't succeeded, but we learned that the key to weaving the scroll is a special kind of color.

The historical event those men want to ask about also involves color. If you help them, you might end up helping us, too!

...

She's giving us that face again... Did Paimon not explain things clearly?

I can't decide whether this twist is completely out of the blue, or if it was foreshadowed all along...

Um... Does that mean you won't help us?

I... I need to think about it.

Then, there's still hope!

Hey! What's the hold-up? Just give us an answer already!

Y—You agreed to let us do the talking!

Ugh...

Citlali...

Stand down, Grudoc! As your employer, if I tell you to wait, then you wait.

Understood.

You're the great shaman who's been alive for centuries? But you're so... Ahem, apologies for the disturbance. Grudoc is a recent hire — so difficult to restrain sometimes.

Phew... You're lucky you didn't force Citlali's hand.

Well, since you're here, how about a discussion...?

Do you have any idea who I am? Did you think Granny Itztli would be fooled by your little performance?

Um...

I have no intention of speaking to you. Your "recent hire" interrupted me right as I was about to make an important decision.

Pull a trick like that again, and I'll make your lives a living horror novel, except ten times worse. That's all I came out here to say.

Whoa...

Nhà Lữ Hành, we have a discussion to finish.

You live up to your name, Granny Itztli. I apologize for the offence. I'm just surprised the Battle of Seven Colors didn't pique your interest...

You're investigating the Battle of Seven Colors?

Ah, Nhà Lữ Hành didn't get to that part?

Yes, I thought Nhà Lữ Hành could help me convince you. But, if I'm not mistaken, you have a personal interest in this matter, don't you?

I heard that the great shaman, Huitzilin, was a friend of yours. You two must have been close...

If I can resolve the controversy and prove the Battle took place, I'll include it in my next collection. Then, all of Teyvat will learn the truth.

With your support, your friend's heroic deeds will once again be known throughout the land... Inspiring, don't you think?

If this is really about that duty, then... Fine, I'll help you.

I'm honored—

Save it — I agreed to help Nhà Lữ Hành, not you. You'll just have to leech what you can.

Well, at least she agreed to help...

(Looks like my friendship with Citlali came in handy after all. I never took her to be the heartless type, anyway.)

Who are you calling heartless?

Not a problem! I always planned to work with Nhà Lữ Hành.

So, did you directly experience any events of the Battle? Do you have any idea where it took place? Can you think of any relics we could use to prove it?

Talk at me why don't you...

Um...

I'd like to know, too.

Fine — no, no, and no.

Uh...

I did live during the same era as her, but that doesn't mean we experienced the same events. I've lived a long time, but I'm not a walking encyclopedia.

You decide the angle of your investigation, and I'll provide answers if I'm familiar with the subject.

...Alright. Even if you didn't witness the battle yourself, you still lived through that era. Your insights are very valuable!

Allier, you had an idea about where to start, yes?

Oh, well, my plan was to consult the members of the tribe in charge of recording history.

Then, let's start there.

Nhà Lữ Hành, what do you say to officially working together? After all, it appears I can only get Miss Citlali's help through you.

Sounds good.

You don't seem super invested in this whole thing, Citlali...

The Battle of Seven Colors is something I've only ever heard about. I know as much as anyone else in my tribe.

But how? Weren't you alive when it happened?

I wasn't there when it took place, and she never told me about it — that's how.

But, Montluson said the two of you were close friends. The battle was legendary! Why wouldn't Huitzilin tell you about it?

Close friends? More like archrivals — something Montluson would know if he actually did his research.

Did you see the graffiti outside my house? That's not my doing.

All students from Huitzilin's school of shamanism must pass an extremely difficult trial before graduation — defeating me in battle.

Those graffiti drawings are how they challenge me.

Wait, what?

Of course, none of them ever succeeded.

So, after Huitzilin's death, her students had no choice but to modify the requirement. Instead of defeating me, all they have to do now is last long enough.

Yeah, that sounds like a necessary change...

As my rival, Huitzilin only had one achievement that surpassed my own, and that was the Battle of Seven Colors. I can only assume she had some kind of secret technique at her disposal.

It makes perfect sense that she kept it from me. I'm a fast learner — telling me about the technique is no different than handing it to me on a silver platter. As if she would give away her one advantage...

Oh, that makes sense.

Anyway, all of that is secondary. Like I said, I'm only here to help you fulfill your duty.

(So, Citlali is doing all this... for me?)

D—Don't misunderstand... This duty is important for my tribe, too. A great shaman should do her part to see it done.

(A great shaman should also be bit more... organized at home.)

Excuse you, I fail to see what housekeeping has to do with my duty as a shaman...

(...)

Why is it that you're the one whose thoughts are exposed, but I'm still the one suffering...? I need to get to the bottom of this.

Pfff...

Excuse me, great shaman, but we have a situation over here. We could really use your help!

Please, great shaman!

Okay, okay...

Of course the Battle of Seven Colors happened! The woven scroll proves it! Huitzilin used a mysterious color to construct a maze and trap the enemies inside!

That's just your interpretation. There's more than one way to understand that scroll. Besides, constructing a maze out of a color? It's ridiculous!

Huitzilin was one of the most powerful shamans of her time. She definitely could have pulled it off!

That's the biggest problem! She had students — why not pass it down?

A technique that powerful, and no shaman since has ever used it?

Her students are keeping it a secret, of course! If you knew a technique like that, you'd be a fool to show it to just anyone!

Hmph!

Hmph!

I didn't mean to cause an argument. I just wanted to ask... Is there anything we can use to prove the battle took place?

Of course it took place! Why would you need to prove it?

You'll have to excuse him. Some people in our tribe insist on clinging to outdated views of history. I'd give up now if I were you — it only gets more ridiculous from here.

Please don't fight...

Wow, so the battle really is controversial...

Am I the outdated one? Kids these days can't find anything better to argue about?

These arguments are precisely why I hesitate to include this story in my collection.

Neither side was able to offer anything useful... What should we do?

Huitzilin was a passionate teacher... We were opposites in that sense. The technique she used in the battle must have been her masterpiece. There's every reason to pass it on.

Still, if the technique is powerful enough to single-handedly stop an invasion, it also makes sense that her disciples would keep it a secret.

We should check with the students from her school. If we can confirm the technique exists, we can deduce certain things about the battle.

But, as far as I know, most of the shamans from her school occupy high positions in the tribe — not the type of people outsiders like us can speak to on a whim...

Ah, right, the Obsidian Altar is off limits to you. But, uh, if I go...

Is there a problem?

Most of Huitzilin's students are respected priests in the tribe. But, that means they had to go through me... or try, at least. I, of course, humiliated them from a young age.

Those who hold the position now are the ones who lasted long enough before I wiped the floor with them.

If I show up without warning, they'll run for dear life... That's not gonna get us any answers.

Yeah, Paimon can see it now...

(Run for dear life? It's like Citlali's some kind of tyrant...)

Hey, don't jump to conclusions! That was just a metaphor!

Heh, only you have the guts to joke like that with me, Nhà Lữ Hành... Fine. I said I'd help, so I'll help. But, don't blame me if it goes wrong.

Alright! The rest of you can wait for us here!

We appreciate the help!

Oh, are you in the middle of a ceremony?

Granny Itztli!?

Wh—What is she doing here?

Did some coward not show up after challenging her to a fight?

Or... is she here to officially take over the tribe?

Whoa, it's like they really do see her as some kind of tyrant.

No matter what, we'll defend our dignity as priests to the end!

You talk a big game for someone who lost to me the most out of the entire priesthood.

I...

All I want is to ask some questions...

So, you're here to... interrogate us?

Someone didn't sit pretty for their beating, is that it? You want their name, don't you?

We should just run!

Don't be afraid.

Yeah! With the hero of Natlan here, Granny Itztli will be on her... best behavior!

Sure, whatever you say.

Oh, it's Nhà Lữ Hành and his companion... That does make me feel better. How can we help you?

We wanted to ask about the technique you inherited from Huitzilin...

Heh, so you can eradicate our school once and for all?

Disciples of our school have challenged her year after year, just as our master instructed. Sounds like she's finally had enough...

Well, you're not wrong...

If we want to protect our legacy, one of us needs to run!

Not this again... Just how much did you traumatize them, Citlali?

(She beat them in a duel. So what? There's no reason to be this terrified. Citlali is someone worthy of love and respect.)

Hey! You can't just... say whatever you want just because it's in your head.

I'm Granny Itztli — a mere mention of my name, and kids burst into tears. Love and respect? Heh, no one has the guts for that.

(Well, I do.)

Wh— You know what, forget about your duty. We really need to fix this mind-reading situation!

Sorry to disappoint, but if you're here to question whether we're qualified to inherit our master's legacy, we... we're not going down without a fight!

We're not getting anywhere... What should we do, Nhà Lữ Hành?

Let me think...

!

Huh? Oh, it's you...

Elder Tlapo... We must have disturbed your meditation. Our deepest apologies. Please, forgive us.

...

Did... Did Elder Tlapo just issue a declaration?

From what I can tell... In a single word, the message was "friend"?

Is Elder Tlapo telling us to... treat Granny Itztli as a friend?

...That's not possible, is it?

Oh, you forget yourselves, my friends. You are esteemed priests of our tribe. Where are your manners?

Chief...

I didn't expect to see you here, Great Shaman. My sincere apologies for the lack of hospitality.

...Well, I wasn't exactly planning to come to this crowded place, so you can save the pleasantries, Chief. I'd rather get this over with.

Understood... Now, as successors of Huitzilin, I understand your friction with Granny Itztli.

However, Elder Tlapo's declarations have always showed us the correct path. You would do well to respect his counsel.

So, mind your manners and allow Granny Itztli to ask her questions.

Phew... Good thing Elder Tlapo and Chief Biram are on our side.

Hi there, Elder Tlapo!

It's been a while.

!

Hey, he seems pretty happy to see us!

He's the one who put you in charge of the scroll, right?

Yeah, Elder Tlapo appointed us to the task!

Elder Tlapo, huh... He's still "Claw" to me.

...

Hey, don't pull that cutesy stuff with me. You're an Iktomisaur Elder now. You occupy an eminent and important position within the tribe.

...

So, you already know each other?

Claw was only this big when we first met. He was Huitzilin's saurian companion back then. She kept dragging him to my place, so, over time, we got to know each other.

Sounds like you and Huitzilin were close.

She only came to my place to fight me. But, at the same time, she always claimed to be my friend. She was the only one who dared to try, at least.

...Well, you've lived a long time! You've probably made a bunch of friends over the years, right?

The more time you have... the more friends you lose.

Oh, um...

Anyway, let's get back to business. I hate talking about the past.

...

Two hundred years, and you still haven't given up, Claw?

...

I still haven't made up my mind, so you should head back... Nhà Lữ Hành, Paimon — let's go.

Hey there, Chief Biram!

Hello, Biram.

Oh, wait, we haven't reached out since the last time we failed the task, huh...

Haha, I'm just grateful you haven't forgotten that duty.

Actually, we have good news! We found another clue.

I'm all ears.

It's the Battle of Seven Colors!

Huitzilin's claim to fame? That sounds promising... But, the battle took place hundreds of years ago. An investigation is bound to be difficult.

True, but Granny Itztli promised to help!

Is that so? I've tried seeking her help in the past, but I never managed to coax her out. You should cherish this opportunity.

Hey, don't complain — none of the previous chiefs succeeded, either.

Ah, forgive me — that wasn't my intention. It was a comment on my own failings.

Paimon said you've been trying to figure out how to weave the special scroll?

It is my duty, great shaman.

Why bother? The scrolls always end up completed on time, so what's the point of figuring it out for yourself?

If I may, this task concerns the history of Natlan as a whole, and in many ways, history is the memory of a people.

Memory is sacred to our tribe. I'm sure a great shaman understands that better than a humble junior like myself. Something this important cannot be left to baseless rumors.

I know you don't concern yourself with the daily affairs of the tribe, Granny Itztli. Even so, as a priestess, I trust you wouldn't leave something like that to chance.

I get your point...

Something on your mind, Citlali?

Of course, the one time I wish you could read my mind, it doesn't work...

(The chief referred to himself as a "humble junior." Maybe Citlali's worried she looks old?)

No, that's not it!

Huh?

It's not important... Rest assured, Biram, with my help, Nhà Lữ Hành and Paimon will definitely be able to complete the task.

You have my thanks, then.

...

So, are you here to test whether we're qualified to inherit Master Huitzilin's legacy?

You've already been tested, haven't you? Frankly speaking, I don't think any of you are qualified.

But, that's not why I'm here. All you need to do is be good and answer my questions.

Fine... Ask away.

You've heard of the Battle of Seven Colors, right?

Of course! It's our master's claim to fame, an immortal legend inscribed in the very history of our tribe!

Then, I'm sure you know there are those who question whether it actually occurred.

I did hear people arguing about that the other day...

It's disgraceful! How can they question something like that?

It doesn't surprise me. Natlan has had more tourism lately. A lot of people have started getting strange ideas after interacting with outlanders.

After all, everyone who took part in the battle has returned to the Ley Lines. Without witnesses, it's hard to refute detractors.

Well, it just so happens... the questions I want to ask are directly related to the legitimacy of this battle.

Listen... We know you were rivals, but do you really have to question her legacy?

You think she's like you — someone who can't survive a little scrutiny?

No, of course not!

Then, let me finish. During the battle, Huitzilin most likely used a technique powerful enough to turn the tides of war. I'm sure she was very proud of it.

Proud enough to pass it on to her disciples. So, which one of you inherited that technique?

Uh... I don't think any of us have heard of it.

Listen, I'm not trying to take it for myself, so be honest! With or without it, I can wipe the floor with any of you.

Yeah, no objections there... But, I'm telling the truth! None of us have ever heard of that technique.

Tch, what's wrong with her? Why would she let it go extinct?

Master's body of work is massive. No one student could hope to learn all her techniques... Mastering just a few already takes a lot of effort.

Master had no choice but to recruit many students, split up what she knew into different portions, and pass it down through various individuals.

So, even though we see ourselves as representatives of Huitzilin's school of shamanism, what we know isn't the sum of her legacy.

Actually, I know of a shaman family that inherited some of master's techniques. The family fell on hard times and lost the right to the priesthood. Still, could be worth a shot...

But, if they inherited Huitzilin's secret technique, shouldn't the family be thriving?

Well, it's the only thing I can think of...

...Alright. Give me their address.

I'll mark it out on your map.

To be honest, I'm not optimistic about the future of this investigation.

You're really giving it your all, though.

That's because the request came from you. You don't know the power of your own words, do you?

Proving the legitimacy of this battle seems more hopeless by the second.

Nothing we can do about that.

...Well, even if our investigation ultimately proves the legend to be false, that's still a worthwhile result.

Although I'm here for business purposes, I have a personal interest in this as well. I'm drawn to matters of historical truth.

That's exactly why I chose to follow you, Monsieur Montluson!

Listen, I'm just updating you on the situation, not asking for your opinion. I don't really care whether you continue your investigation.

Um...

Nhà Lữ Hành, you came to me for help with your scroll-weaving duty, right?

You thought looking into the Battle of Seven Colors could give you answers — that's understandable. But, based on our progress, I'd say this is a dead-end.

Instead of wasting time, you might consider taking a different approach. I'll try to think of another way to help you.

Respected Nhà Lữ Hành, let's not forget about the compensation I promised! You shall have it in full — extra, if that's what it takes!

What makes you say that?

Because it has to do with Huitzilin's past.

Yeah, based on what you've told us so far, it kinda seems like there's unresolved tension between you two.

Y—You... think so?

She claimed to be your friend, but picked fights with you nonstop... and never told you about her biggest accomplishment.

By figuring out the truth behind the battle, maybe we can finally help you get closure!

Closure? I'd say we're two hundred years too late... But, fine. If you want to keep investigating, be my guest.

Ah, that's wonderful news!

Alright, let's go visit the shaman family!

Hello! Are you Etchemin?

Yep, that's me... Huh? Granny Itztli!?

Get up... In a crowded market like this, the only person who should be trying to hide is me.

M—My apologies... Ever since my grandfather's generation, the shamans of my family have given up on passing your trial, Granny Itztli. Have we... offended you in some other capacity?

Man, this is generational trauma at this point...

Whenever I misbehaved as a kid, Grandpa would tell me about the thrashing he received from Granny Itztli. I still get nightmares about it sometimes...

(I wonder what Citlali looks like in those nightmares...)

Hey, don't get any funny ideas! This was your idea, remember? Keep asking your questions. I'm going to find somewhere quiet to wait.

Okay, so, your family studied under Huitzilin, right?

Yes, although that pretty much ended with my grandfather's generation, unfortunately.

The techniques my family learned from Huitzilin didn't have much practical use in terms of tribal affairs, so during my grandfather's time, we quit the priesthood.

Turns out, shaman techniques aren't that useful outside the priesthood, either. So, over time, we abandoned them altogether...

Of course, it's possible that we were just too foolish to understand the true power of those teachings...

After all, Huitzilin was a genius. None of her students have been able to fully reproduce her talent.

Do you know which techniques were passed on to your family?

I'm not sure... As a kid, I remember hearing my grandfather talk about them, but it's not like I can use them myself.

Just think about it for a sec... Do you remember anything about a technique that can decide the outcome of a battle?

Decide the outcome of a battle? No, I don't remember anything like that.

Besides, my family wasn't really known for our talent. If a technique like that exists, I doubt Huitzilin would pass it on to us.

You might have better luck asking one of the priests. They're descendants of Huitzilin's most gifted students.

Well, looks like we're back where we started.

Still no definitive evidence the Battle of Seven Colors took place... Allier, do you think we have enough to draw a conclusion?

All we have are non-witness accounts. We could put together an interview, but that's not going to hold up in academic circles.

Then, we have to keep going...

Oh, you're investigating the Battle of Seven Colors?

Yeah! You know about it?

Not a lot, but there's something special about my family — in addition to shaman techniques, Huitzilin's stories were passed down to us as well.

Say what you want about my ancestors' dedication to shamanism, but they definitely paid attention to those stories.

And of course, the Battle of Seven Colors is the most exciting story of them all.

We don't need another story, we need something concrete! Does no one in your tribe understand that?

I'm not sure if this is helpful, but the story passed down in my family is a little different from the one told in the tribe.

Really?

How so?

Well, it's Huitzilin's personal account of the events, so it's a lot more detailed.

For example, in the version I heard, the battle took place in a location known as "Chicomostoc Cave."

That means you can tell us where to find it! Have you ever been to this place?

Unfortunately not...

I studied maps of Natlan before we left, Monsieur Montluson. I don't remember ever seeing such a name...

Hmm... Could your ancestors be mistaken, Mr. Etchemin?

It's unlikely. My family may have let the shamanism side of things fall by the wayside, but we're serious about these stories.

In the words of my grandfather... Some things deserve to be passed down more than secret arts.

If Huitzilin's version of events differs so much from the general understanding, that makes it even more likely the battle is completely made-up...

Yeah... That's disappointing.

Hold on, you mentioned Chicomostoc Cave?

Oh, um, yes. Can I... clear something up for you?

It's been more than two hundred years... I never thought I'd hear that name again.

What do you mean?

That location is now known as The Valley of Fog. Chicomostoc Cave is what it was called two hundred years ago.

Precisely when Huitzilin was alive! That means... Monsieur Montluson, we can confirm the original site of the battle!

Once we get there, the evidence we need should be at our fingertips...

Haha... Just when we thought all hope was lost! I never doubted you, Great Shaman. Allow me to present you with a gift as thanks!

Save it... Flattery won't get you anywhere with me.

Wait, Mr. Montluson works in publishing! You're a huge fan of light novels, right Citlali? Maybe he could get you some that are out of print?

R—Really?

Out of print, huh... Sure! Do you have any in mind?

Well, if we're talking collectibles, then the first edition of "Shogun Almighty: Reborn as Raiden With Unlimited Power" is a must.

It's the first major hit of the isekai genre. Several editions have gone to print, but copies of the first edition are exceedingly rare and valuable.

I see...

There's also its sister work, "Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji?". It was Yae Publishing House's attempt at gauging the new market trends.

It opened the door to a new genre after readers grew tired of isekais. The sales speak for themselves.

Actually, Yae Publishing House released a limited edition not too long ago, but it's almost impossible to get. Anyway... I'll take those two.

Sorry, I'm not sure I caught all that... What were the titles again? Reborn as... Kitsune Guuji?

Hah! These two titles are among the most successful and well-known works in the entire industry. You're telling me, as someone who works in publishing, you've never heard of them?

...I'm a merchant from Fontaine, after all. Regarding this particular genre from Inazuma, I'm afraid I lack your level of expertise.

Hah... Amateur.

Um...

Of course — sounds like a perfect arrangement! Now, there's no time to waste. We should head to the site of the battle right away.

Once we get there, it'll take a bit more work to determine the actual location. Right now, all we have is a general idea.

Well, I'm sure Miss Citlali can help us with that!

Have you even looked at the time? It's already evening, and I have important plans tonight. You expect me to work through the night?

Um, well... What do you think, Nhà Lữ Hành?

Okay, we'll find a place to rest for the night. When should we meet tomorrow?

He's persistent, huh...

What do you think, Citlali?

Hmm... How about noon?

Do we have to wait that long?

Great shamans have important matters to attend to in the morning.

(My guess is that she just wants to sleep in...)

Th—That's only because I have important tasks to complete at night!

Alright, as Miss Citlali instructed... Let's meet back up tomorrow at noon. We'll be waiting at the exit of the tribal settlement.

Sorry, I just wanted to ask... Is Granny Itztli satisfied with my answer?

Yeah, of course! You really helped us out!

Oh, good. I'm glad I didn't offend her somehow...

You're really that scared of her?

To be honest, Granny Itztli almost never interacts with ordinary tribespeople like us. Everything we know about her comes from rumors.

She's a powerful shaman who's lived for over two hundred years. As a great hero, you're probably the only one who isn't intimidated by her.

Well, thanks for today, Citlali!

Hm, that's quite considerate of you. Alright, let's grab a few drinks, just like last time.

Wait, didn't you say you had "important plans" tonight...?

What did you think I meant?

...Does that mean you've gone drinking every night for the past two hundred years? Now, Paimon's worried about your health...

Same place?

No, I've had enough socializing for one day... I know somewhere quiet. We can just buy some drinks and head over.

Which will also give us a chance to solve the mind-reading issue. Considering the necessary spell work, I'd rather do it in private.

Whoa, this is like a secret base!

Sometimes, I want the fresh air, but not the company, so I come here.

Let's see if my stash is still here... Great, the Halberd-Crest Birds didn't eat my snacks.

...Now for the mind-reading issue. Give me your hand.

Just like last time?

It might take a little longer, actually. I just need to share my senses, make a clean break...

And... that should do it, right?

(This really is a one-of-a-kind view. That must be why Citlali likes to come here.)

You're not wrong... Hold on! Why do I still hear you in my head?

No idea...

Did I not separate our senses completely? Maybe using my palm isn't enough... Close your eyes!

(Please work! Please work! A great shaman should be able to handle this...)

Okay, what about now?

Huh!? And now?

It's gone.

Huh, whenever I try to remove the effect, it just flips direction and gets worse...

(Was that Citlali's forehead just now? It was really warm...)

That was just to help with the spell... Shoot, I still hear you...

...For a human soul, to lose the boundaries of the mind is to drown in the sea of consciousness without a concept of self...

Wait, that sounds bad!

I read that in a light novel. When it comes to the real world, I think it's pretty accurate...

Uh, is Citlali drunk? She's not making much sense...

Anyway, we'll just have to leave it for now...

Hearing Nhà Lữ Hành's thoughts isn't that bad, right? You should just tease him! That's what Paimon would do.

It's just... I'm not good at this. I'm not used to being close to people.

Sorry, I said we could be friends, but I guess I'm not ready.

I'm used to being Granny Itztli — someone intimidating, someone people are scared to approach. I don't have to deal with people that way.

Why live like that?

Yeah, Paimon's been wondering... Why do you insist on living so far away? You could easily become a leader of your tribe, someone everyone loves and respects...

When you live as long as me, a person is like a flower.

The color draws you in. You water it to see it bloom. It rewards you with its fragrance...

But, it doesn't last. With the passing of the seasons, everything withers away. You can try to water it, but it will never bloom again.

Even if the same plot of soil is covered in flowers the following year, the one you remember won't be there.

That's just how it is — most of the people in my life will be gone one day, just like a flower.

Getting close means losing friend after friend for hundreds of years... until the weight of their memories crushes my soul.

If people don't care about me, then I don't have to care about them. It's better if the people in my memories are nothing more than fleeting strangers.

Citlali...

You won't live as long as me, so you don't have to worry about that.

Really?

Then, you should understand.... Nearly everyone you know will be gone one day.

All the more reason to remember them.

Nhà Lữ Hành.

(I have a friend who only lives in my memories now. In fact, you could say my memories are the sole proof that she existed in this world.)

(So, sometimes I tell myself... As long as I remember every single friend, they will never truly die.)

(Instead, they will live on in the world of my memories.)

(When friends create memories together, there's always something to hold on to. So, if you still need time, let me choose to remember you first.)

...

Is something wrong?

Stupid mind-reading side-effect won't go away... It's not like I want to hear you complain about me all the time...

Okay, she's definitely drunk... Uh, Citlali? Maybe take it easy. At this rate, you might sleep past noon tomorrow...

I'm not drunk... I remember everything Nhà Lữ Hành said.

Just gotta... think of a response... I'll think... of something...

Uh oh, not this again... Is she asleep?

I... I'm fine... can... get home... by myself...

Is she talking in her sleep or talking to us? She seems kind of out of it...

Bye... Gonna walk back... alone... Need some time... to think...

Alright...

This should be the place we decided to meet yesterday.

Who knows if Citlali will show up on time... She drank so much last night, she might not even be up yet...

Ahem...!

Citlali!

No need to sound so surprised... Drinking is just a way to pass the time. I mastered the art of moderation long ago.

(...)

Last night doesn't count... It was a minor slip up, that's all. Anyway, I gave everything a lot of thought, and I think you're right about something.

The Battle of Seven Colors holds the key to a lot of the answers I've been searching for.

So, that's why you're here so early...

Nhà Lữ Hành, Great Shaman, sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we head out?

Just follow me. I'll confirm the location myself.

Of course.

This should be it.

So, the battlefield is inside this place...

That could explain a lot of our academic questions...

Don't lose focus. Once we get to the actual site of the battle, all the evidence needed for publication will be at our fingertips.

Everyone ready?

Let's go!

So, the Abyss invaded through a cave like this?

When the Abyss first began to corrode the Ley Lines, they took every opening they could get.

All the items here should be useful for our research...

You're not to touch a single one without my nod of approval.

I don't support invasive excavation techniques, either...

...Ah, of course. I'll defer to the experts on this matter. Well, shall we continue?

There are weapons here from every tribe in Natlan. The battle must have encompassed the entire nation.

Hm, sounds like we're getting closer to what the legend describes.

But, all we can really say is that a battle took place here. There's still no evidence of any colors or some elaborate maze.

Wow, you're really invested in the Battle of Seven Colors...

Haha... Well, it's the reason I came to Natlan in the first place.

Grudoc, send some of your men to search the area. We might miss something all grouped together like this. I'd like to cover all our bases.

All the bases? You got it.

Don't jump to conclusions — of course this isn't the site of the actual battle. We have to keep going.

Whoa, we passed straight through! What was that? Some kind of color magic?

It's very close to the technique Huitzilin might have used.

That's it? Doesn't quite compare to the scale described in the legend.

Still, what a terrific archaeological find!

Enough chit-chat. We should keep going — the deeper we go, the more we'll find.

Wait, what was that? What is this place?

Look! A maze made of colors!

It's real... I can't believe it.

Hold on, the quality of this space... This isn't reality. It's a realm of memory!

Huh?

Is this the Night Kingdom?

No, this is a space constructed using memories as a medium. The principle is similar, but the two are not the same.

Correct!

Huitzilin!?

What?

...No, it's just a trace of her consciousness left behind after creating this space.

Friends, this is my question to you — what is our strongest weapon against the Abyss? In my opinion, it's "memory."

After all, is it not after losing the capacity for memory, love, and compassion that our enemies fell to the Abyss?

That is why, with our memories, we possess a power the Abyss cannot hope to match.

I have discovered the perfect medium for us to wield that weapon. You know it as "color."

The more cherished the memory, the more vivid its color. As memories disappear, their color fades first. That is why color is the best vehicle to wield the power of memory.

Guided by vibrant colors, your capacity for memory is what will allow you to navigate this maze.

Without that capacity, enemies will fail to cross the barrier in front of them and be trapped here for eternity.

So, be brave, my friends, and march forward!

Any ideas, Citlali?

Hmph, sounds like she left a tutorial. Not surprising, she always did have to hand-hold her talentless students... Follow me.

We're out... Looks like we made it through the maze.

Hold on, this is...

Whoa, so pretty! The thing inside the sphere looks exactly like the maze!

It's like a miniature blueprint made from a special dye.

That color...

The dye was modified using a secret technique to harness the power of memories and create mazes like the one we just witnessed.

Without that power, it's just a normal dye. But, the color it produces is still quite rare.

I would say this is the most direct evidence that the Battle of Seven Colors actually took place.

The expert has spoken!

Perhaps I could take a closer look? It's an important piece of physical evidence, after all...

No, you may not.

What are you doing!?

You noticed my signal... Not bad, Nhà Lữ Hành. We make a good team.

*scoff*... So, you've been watching me?

A self-proclaimed book merchant who's never heard of "Shogun Almighty: Reborn as Raiden With Unlimited Power"? Please, that work was a commercial success across Teyvat.

I knew you were fishy, but I didn't expect you to pull something like this.

Monsieur Montluson, we just need a few pictures for our research, not the artifact itself! What if it gets damaged or destroyed!?

Shut it! I couldn't care less about preserving this piece of trash. I would destroy it right now if I could!

But, then there would be no evidence to prove the battle took place!

What if that was my goal all along?

What!?

Hmph, pretending to be a book merchant, pretending to promote the history of Natlan and its heroes... was the only way to get information out of the people in this tribe.

But, make no mistake — I'm no lowly merchant. I am the future owner of the largest printing company in all of Teyvat!

But, the dye in that sphere ruined all my plans before they could even get off the ground...

We've received a report that your advertisement in the paper makes false claims. Fontaine law demands it be taken down immediately.

False claims? The dye I advertised is an unprecedented innovation! It produces colors of unmatched radiance!

Unfortunately, its qualities are neither "unprecedented" nor "unmatched." According to the lady who made the report, she saw a woven scroll in Natlan made with a similar dye.

Even more miraculous, that substance dates back hundreds of years.

How!? Creating this dye is the culmination of my entire life's work! You're telling me I'm hundreds of years too late!?

Calm down, sir...

Sorry, it's just... I know this product will be a hit. The economic boost to Fontaine will be huge! We just need to advertise it as written.

Fontaine's publishing industry is one of the best in the world. All we need to do is publish something in the paper, and all of Teyvat will think it was our invention first!

We don't need to worry about more reports. Fontaine is far more advanced than Natlan — no one will believe such an innovative product could come from a place like that.

That... That goes against all of Fontaine's advertisement regulations! We can't do that!

What if... I give you a portion of the profits? All you have to do is let the advertisement stay.

You're trying to bribe me? Careful, I'm dangerously close to reporting this to Monsieur Neuvillette.

*frustrated grumble*...

I knew, if I was just allowed to market my product, it would be a hit — a bestseller, even! I would be a giant in the printing industry!

But now, no one will see it as anything more than a... poor imitation marketed centuries too late. No matter how good the product actually is, not a single one will sell.

*scoff* I will never accept that someone from this backwards, ignorant nation could come up with that dye. Not two hundred years before me!

Even when the truth is right in front of you?

*scoff* "Truth" is in the eye of the beholder. I'm already in the printing industry — I can go into publishing no problem.

All I have to do is destroy this sphere, write a detailed report about my findings, and publish it around the world. Then, the so-called "truth" becomes your word against mine.

Once my report is accepted as "fact," no one can accuse me of making "false claims."

That's awful! What happened to "restoring the truth of history"!?

Haha, that plan hasn't changed! I will continue to spread MY truth for all of Teyvat to see!

Ah, you mean a hero of Natlan who's not actually from Natlan? And a great shaman who, according to rumor, abandoned her tribe long ago?

From a practical perspective, there's no reason for either of you to stand against me.

Shows what you know!

Since you like rumors so much, have you heard the one about what happens to people who get on my bad side?

Ah, the wrath of Granny Itztli... Like I said, our interests aren't at odds.

I knew from the beginning that you would accept my invitation, considering Huitzilin was your rival.

You've lived longer than her, you're far stronger than her... And yet, she has always been more revered than you. Now, that can change.

With the backing of the printing industry, I can take any book and send it to all four corners of Teyvat. This part of Natlan's history will be mine to tell.

And in my version, I can erase the Battle of Seven Colors. You can be the one to have all the glory!

That's not real history.

That's a no, then? *scoff* Your history means nothing to me. But, it's not allowed to stand in the way of my Mora!

Done running your mouth? Good... Before handing you over to the tribe, I think I'll have my way with you first.

If this comes to a fight, per my contract, you're gonna have to go through me.

That's right! I didn't pay all that Mora for nothing!

Wait, aren't you subordinates of The Captain? Why are you helping someone who wants to erase Natlan's history!?

The Captain? You actually bought that?

United in the pursuit of Mora, we travel the land to collect debts. Our loyalty is to Regrator, his interests, and his wealth.

Regrator!?

Haha, The Captain means nothing to them. They serve a different Harbinger altogether, Regrator!

This man has the potential to become a giant in the printing industry and disrupt Fontaine's economic system. This aligns with Regrator's interests.

It's all been a lie, from the very beginning!

I don't care who you serve. When it comes to punishment, I don't discriminate.

Hmph, that's what you get for messing with the Hero of Natlan and Granny Itztli! They could give Regrator a run for his Mora!

*cough*... When did this person get so strong? Looks like the men following The Captain failed to update us on the latest intelligence...

Not good... This is becoming more trouble than it's worth. You're on your own.

Hey! What about our contract? Your boss signed it himself!

Our boss never signs a contract without loopholes. Even a veteran businessman like yourself fell into his trap... That's what makes him the best.

Go home and read the fine print... All I did was trigger the exculpatory clause.

You...

The other stipulations have been fulfilled. I set up explosives around the cave, strong enough to destroy this place — as instructed.

Oh, and for security purposes, all explosives have been rigged to blow at a specific time. Shouldn't be too long now...

What? This whole place is gonna collapse?

You were supposed to wait until I made it out! Are you trying to kill me?

That depends on how fast you can run! I'm off... Ugh!

You think you can just waltz out of here? Nhà Lữ Hành, stop them, and then we'll make a break for it!

Can do!

Hmph, if I'm caught, I implicate my boss. Time for the backup plan...

Wait... Don't!

Where are we? Back in the maze? Our surroundings look different, though... What did that Fatui guy do?

Good point... She'll know how to get out of here. Let's hurry — if we don't make it out before the cave collapses, we might never be able to leave!

Where could she be?

Let's see... Citlali!

Looks like it's not gonna be that easy... What should we do?

The special color? The one you saw on that woven scroll? Why would it appear around here...

There's no time to think about that.

You're right... Lead the way, Nhà Lữ Hành!

He triggered it just like that!? If the technique isn't activated correctly...

Instead of a realm of memory, the subjects in question will be trapped in a temporary space like this.

If you cannot escape in time, it's mutually assured destruction. But, I can't fault someone for using it as a last resort.

...Hmph, I knew it. Someone of your skill wouldn't leave behind memory fragments just to parrot instructions. You must have the capacity for conscious thought...

I appreciate the compliment. It's been a long time, my friend.

This is no time for a reunion. The cave outside is about to collapse. I know time flows differently in this place, but that still doesn't leave us much time.

Can you help me get out?

You misunderstand, Citlali... I'm nothing more than a fragment of memory. There's not much I can do.

What do you mean? This space can be manipulated, right? The exit of your maze... I remember its structure. If I create an exit here, I can leave.

...You just need to tell me how to manipulate this space.

The maze you saw earlier was constructed using the memories of many warriors of Natlan.

When people leave deep impressions on each other, their memories form connections.

These connections are particularly strong between comrades-in-arms.

That is how I created my maze — the connections between the memories were my needle and thread, and the special color was my fabric.

But, if that color is crudely combined with an isolated memory, one without connections, you get a place like this.

This space is a combination of my color and your memories. There is no way to alter or construct anything within it.

Because there are no "connections" at your disposal.

...Hmph, over two hundred years, and not a single lasting connection. This is my punishment, huh...

Well, at the very least, you have a connection to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to appear in this space.

That's only because you never gave me a moment's peace... Still, it's a shame you're not around. You said it yourself — a memory fragment can't be used to create the "connections" I need...

Citlali...

But, now that I have the chance to talk to you again, I need you to give me an answer.

Your special technique... You didn't pass it on to your students. You passed it onto the rival you could never beat — me. What I want to know is... Why?

...So, you figured it out.

After what I saw in the maze and everything you just told me, I'm certain the technique at the center of all this... is the same one you taught me all those years ago.

But, you never brought up the fact that you used it to win a battle. From your description, it might as well have been a simple color trick.

I'm getting the feeling you always meant for me to come here... But, if this is a foreshadowed event, I'm not happy with the narrative setup.

Citlali, ever since you learned that technique, you've been able to see a special color, haven't you?

You mean...

That color is the core of the technique, but it isn't my invention. It's something I discovered in the work of our ancestors.

More specifically, you could call it... the color of memories.

In truth, passing on the technique is a process of using that color to "tint" another person's memories.

Yes, the technique has the power to decide victory. But, in my opinion, the capacity to add color to someone's memories is where the true value lies.

You are fated to live a far longer life than me, Citlali. I couldn't bear the thought of all those years existing as a blank canvas in your memory...

So, I wanted to leave a little color behind...

...Your color, you mean.

One day, you, too, will want to leave behind your color in someone else's memory. When that day comes, you will understand my decision.

I...

...I have to get out of here. That's the only way to rescue them.

Citlali, what are you—

I understand the true principle of this technique now. If I can't construct an exit, then I will separate this color from my memories by force!

But, you could lose a portion of your memories that way!

I know, but my memory is just a blank canvas I've neglected for two hundred years. My friends are worth the risk...

(I have to find her...)

Nhà Lữ Hành?

When you entered the realm of memory I constructed, I used your memories to learn about your recent experiences. I have a feeling... you're the one who will be saved this time.

After two hundred years, someone has appeared by your side — the kind of person I could have never anticipated.

The Night Kingdom harbors Natlan's memories, and the Traveler's connection to that realm is incredibly strong, surpassing even the shamans who worship the Lord of the Night.

This means that, even without your tutelage, he can see the "color of memories."

What did you say?

Although he doesn't know how to wield it, he unknowingly left behind a trace of color in your memories.

That was enough to guide him to this space. You now have a "connection" at your disposal.

Well, Citlali, it looks like part of this was foreshadowed, but the rest is a surprise.

Nhà Lữ Hành... Nhà Lữ Hành!

That's... Citlali's voice! She's just up ahead!

This is goodbye, my friend. Your memories over the past two hundred years are much more than a "blank canvas"... Cherish them.

Huitzilin...

Citlali!

Paimon, Nhà Lữ Hành...

...Hold my hand!

Did we teleport out? Man, that place was so—

Whoa! We made it out just in time!

Wonder what happened to the Fatui guy and the others...

He was most likely trapped inside that space, just like us.

The external structures supporting that space would have collapsed with the ruin. Unless he managed to escape, he would have been crushed.

He still preferred that to being caught, huh...

What about the Fontainians?

They were standing a bit further away, right? They probably weren't pulled into the space. Maybe they already made a run for it...

Um... Hello...

It's one of that guy's employees! Quick, restrain him!

I—I can explain! I had no idea Montluson was such a terrible person. I couldn't stop him from running, so I stayed behind and tried to find people to help rescue you.

I'm so glad you managed to get out of there!

Either way, the guards will take you back to the tribe. You'll be their problem.

I understand...

Anyway, I'm not here to harp on you. I just need to know one thing — which way did he run?

He went that way! But, I'm not sure if you can catch up...

That way... Hmph, unless he suddenly grows a pair of wings, I think we're okay.

Nhà Lữ Hành, Paimon, come with me.

Hey, it's Elder Tlapo and a group of iktomisaurs! They caught Montluson!

Something felt off about him yesterday, so I set a few things in motion... Looks like it's time for that foreshadowing to pay off.

My bank balance... No! NO!

What's wrong with him?

Ah, that's one of the tricks Claw uses to scare people... He makes people hallucinate the thing that scares them the most.

It's particularly effective on weak-minded people like him.

Serves him right!

...

I know, it was a lot to ask, making you come all the way out here during the day...

!

Was that a declaration? Elder Tlapo didn't appoint us to a whole other task, did he?

Forget about him for now... The iktomisaurs will make sure Montluson doesn't escape before the guards arrive. In the meantime, we have unfinished business, remember?

Right! The special scroll! But, the dye is buried underneath a bunch of rubble now...

Don't worry, Huitzilin's technique hasn't been lost at all. Come with me, I'll explain everything at my house.

Oh, and Nhà Lữ Hành, everything you said about memory... I've finally figured out my answer.

!

I knew you'd want to tag along. Let's go.

Now, when it comes to weaving the scroll itself, you don't actually need to lift a finger. But, if we're going to pass on Huitzilin's technique, your participation is critical.

What are you saying, Citlali?

Follow me.

Whoa, look at this place... Do you weave scrolls, too?

Scrolls...

Scrolls? I thought you were going to show me your masterpiece?

That I am, old friend. The technique I'm about to show you directly relates to woven scrolls.

*sigh* Fine, what is it? Something that can turn the tide of war or prevent a great disaster?

You probably want to challenge me, right? I know you don't have the strength for a real fight, so I'll let you beat me with words.

*cough*... Old friend, my life is nearing its end. I'm afraid... I don't have time for another match.

Hey...

Don't worry. I trust in the belief of our tribe... that death is not the end, but the beginning of a new existence in the Night Kingdom, where everything is made of memories.

So, do you know why our ancestors insisted on using colorful woven scrolls to record our history?

Because... history is the memory of a people.

We give our scrolls an orange hue so the dead can still feel the warmth of the setting sun.

We decorate them with kernels of Grainfruit so the dead can still enjoy the abundance of our harvests.

I know that... But, something this important? Why entrust it to me and not one of your students?

Hehe, as your friend, I admit... I'm being a bit selfish.

*cough* I don't have long, Citlali. I'm not sure... I can truly explain my decision. But, I know you will understand one day.

For now... will you accept my final request?

...Just this once.

I understand now, Huitzilin — just like you said I would... Claw, help me move this outside. I'm going to color it.

!

Nhà Lữ Hành, Paimon, come with me.

We are like birds, soaring through the horizons of time...

I knew you would understand.

This... This is the special scroll! How did you know how to weave it, Citlali?

Remember the "gift from the spirits"?

Hold on, you've lived for more than two hundred years, you know how to weave the special scroll — that must mean... You're the one behind the "gifts from the spirits"!

Well, it's not like I wanted to interact with the appointed, so whenever I delivered the scroll, I used illusions to confuse them.

The fact that it turned into some kind of "divine intervention" is because no one was skilled enough to see through my tricks...

Why not just tell them?

You've carried the duty alone for all these years? Even if you don't like interacting with people, why not teach someone else how to do it?

...Nhà Lữ Hành, you can see the special color, right?

Yes.

The essence of that color is memory. That means completing the special scroll is a process of searching for color within your memories.

Passing the technique on to someone means sharing your memories with them. You need to leave traces of your color in their memory, and they must do the same.

Even though I only confirmed that today, I've had suspicions for a long time.

And, well... ever since Huitzilin died, I haven't wanted to form that kind of connection with people.

Oh, yeah...

It was her final wish, so I kind of resigned myself to taking on the burden forever. After all, I have all the time in the world.

!

But, Claw never stopped appointing new candidates to weave the scroll — despite knowing exactly how I felt about the situation.

You mean, he never stopped trying to find new friends for you?

...I knew exactly what he was doing. And, yeah, if I ever did share my memories with someone, I guess that person would be a friend. But, it never got to that point.

This time, though, you win, Claw.

...

Take this. I guess... it's my response to what you told me the other night.

What is it?

If I had to choose my color, it would be the color of this handkerchief.

Countless people exist in my memories, and I know one day, that will be my fate, too — a memory living on in someone else's head.

Since you have a long lifespan, you're the perfect candidate to bear this memory... and carry my color in your mind.

Does this mean I'm officially your friend?

...Just keep it safe, and you better not forget my color when I'm gone.

Whoa, it's a little early to talk about death, don't you think? It's only been a few seconds since we made the friendship official...

Isn't that what friends are for?

Okay, this is a serious commitment... Well, Citlali, if Nhà Lữ Hành's going to leave their color in your mind, too, it'll probably be gold, right?

Actually, their mark is already there. Remember the mind-reading effect I couldn't fix? Well, I finally got to the bottom of it.

Sharing senses allows communication to occur between the consciousness of different people. Naturally, memories are also involved in that process.

Although I didn't know it at the time, we both have the ability to see the "color of memory," which means that when I shared my senses with you, a connection was created between our memories.

And that connection is what caused my original spell to go haywire...

So... you can hear Nhà Lữ Hành's thoughts because you left traces of color in each other's memories?

And that's why Nhà Lữ Hành could hear your thoughts, too! Because it works both ways, right?

Quick thinking, but only those trained in the mystic arts can maintain that level of connection.

That's why I can still hear Nhà Lữ Hành's thoughts, but not the other way around.

There's no need to worry, though. Now that I've figured out how it works, I'll get rid of it in no time.

Oh...

(I lied — hearing each other's thoughts actually depends on the strength of the connection between our memories.)

(So, after everything we just went through, I bet you can hear me again.)

(!)

(I knew it...)

(So, is there a way to stop it?)

(Since the connection between our memories is already there, the only way to get rid of the effect is for one of us to forget about the other.)

(...)

(Heh, just messing with you... I'm a legendary shaman of my tribe, now that I know the cause, of course I can figure out how to fix it.)

(It'll probably still take some time, though. So, bear with me for now.)

(Besides, I'm an open book. It's not like you're gonna hear anything embarrassing... Oh, um, unless I've had a few drinks.)

(A shame? I mean, if you ever miss this whole telepathy mess, I could always share my senses with you again.)

(No promises, though. Some thoughts are better kept to yourself.)

Uhh... Huh...?

Ah, you did it? Your investigation into the Battle of Seven Colors must have been fruitful indeed. I do hope you share what you learned.

Wow, the scroll is finished already!

Elder Tlapo's wisdom is never wrong!

Yeah, we should explain... Take it away, Nhà Lữ Hành!

I see...

You don't look surprised at all...

It makes perfect sense! History is the memory of a people. If we want to depict it, a dye derived from people's memories is, of course, the best choice.

Now, it's just a matter of preserving this secret technique...

Hmm... From your description, it sounds like learning the technique requires the previous holder to share their memories?

Well, yeah...

In that case, I must work with our priests to re-invent the technique based on the principles you described.

After all, memories are precious things — meant to be shared with those closest to us. I cannot take that choice away from you, Nhà Lữ Hành.

You completed your task admirably. Finding a way to carry on that legacy is now our duty.

Alright! We'll leave that to you!

Oh, and please pass along my thanks to Granny Itztli.

We interrogated the Fontainian merchant she apprehended, and it turns out, he is the reason some among our tribe started to question our history.

He hired people to spread misinformation about the Battle of Seven Colors. The recent friction within the tribe is entirely his doing.

We now have a record of his crimes and will begin working with Fontaine authorities in a few days.

So, he was behind the controversy in the first place! Guess it's easier to investigate when people are already questioning something...

Anyway, that clears it up! People don't just question their history out of nowhere.

Thank you, Biram. We'll be on our way.

Until we meet again.

You told him everything, right?

Yep! We left out the part about your contribution, but it kinda seemed like Chief Biram saw through us...

You could have just said it was a "gift from the spirits"...

Yeah, but Chief Biram deserved something in return for his hard work.

...I guess he is different from the previous chiefs. But, if he figures out it was me all these years, I'm in for a world of trouble.

There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!

Oh, it's the other Fontainian researcher... He wasn't taken away with his boss?

Please, call me Allier... After questioning, the tribe absolved me of any serious wrongdoing, so here I am.

I'll be heading back to Fontaine soon — no employer means no funding, after all. But, I wanted to finish my investigation first.

I'd like to ask some questions about Huitzilin. I want people outside of Natlan to hear her story, but my understanding still has some holes.

Questions? Hmph... Why should I let an outlander tell our stories?

Don't misunderstand — I have no intention of twisting your history or using it to make a profit. It's just honest curiosity, I assure you.

I believe amazing stories deserve to be shared with the world. Culture thrives through dialogue and exchange.

He has a point.

Alright, you can ask your questions, but be quick. I have important plans after this.

Important plans?

Thank you very much!

Another day, another drained social battery...

We should probably get going, then.

Mhm... Ah, hold on — you owe me a pair of books!

Oh, that... When it comes to light novels, your memory is like a steel trap, huh...

Books that rare will take some time to find...

You're telling me... Yeah, it's not gonna be easy — you might need to go to Yae Publishing House in person...

But, I don't need them right away. Just don't forget, okay?

Of course! We'll get them sent to you as soon as we can!

Sent to me...? Nuh-uh, I don't want a stranger knocking on my door when I'm hungover. Here, just take this.

And this is...?

The key to my house. Don't bother knocking next time — you'll disturb my sleep.