Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [22]

The 3rd, 7th, and 8th Company was dispatched to support the reconnaissance team, soon picked up Artem Vetrovski’s trail.

When they saw him carrying Diluc’s weapon, they immediately blocked his path.

“Stop right there!”

“Where did you get that weapon?”

The 8th Company's Field Officer, Nymph, barked the question, her tone sharp.

At the same time, she signaled with her hand.
In an instant, all three companies closed ranks, forming a tight encirclement around Artem. Weapons came out with a hiss of steel.

Longbows, swords, and heavy crossbows—all aimed squarely at him.

The Cavalry had set out ahead of them, and yet here was a stranger with Diluc’s weapon in hand.

It was hard not to suspect something terrible had happened to the cavalry.

“This?” Artem swung the [Favonius Greatsword] in his hand with casual indifference.

“I took it,” he said as if it were only natural.

Then he drew out Eula’s [Song of Broken Pines], flashing Nymph a lazy smile.

“This one, too—I took it.”

“On guard!!”

Nymph’s eyes widened to the limit as she screamed, voice hoarse.

With both of these weapons appearing at once, there could be no doubt about this man’s identity.

He was the one who’d single-handedly taken down the 4th Company.

And from the looks of things, the Cavalry had fallen to him as well.

“I’d advise you all to lower your weapons,” Artem said calmly, his smile undisturbed even as he faced down hundreds of blades.

“Otherwise, your teammates—and Diluc—might not survive.”

The threat was as clear as could be.

The three companies exchanged glances, none daring to move first.
Yet since their captains hadn’t given the order, every weapon remained pointed at Artem.

Nymph traded looks with the other two captains, silent messages passing between them.

At last, she grit her teeth. “We’ll put down our weapons—but sir, you’ll have to come with us to the Knights of Favonius.”

“If you refuse, we’ll take you down, even at the cost of our lives.”

Artem swept his gaze around, contempt flickering in his eyes.

“At the cost of your lives?”
“Hmph. Fair enough—at least, until I run out of strength.”

“I suppose I really couldn’t kill all of you before that.”

The moment those words landed, the Knights erupted in outrage, several stepping forward as if ready to rush him right then.

But unlike their subordinates, Nymph and the other two captains felt a chill climb up their spines, cold as death.

He means it.
He really could kill us all.

The realization struck all three at once, making their hearts pound and breath freeze in their chests.

Before anyone could react, Artem spoke again.

“Forget it—I don’t feel like wasting time on you.”

“I’m here for Varka. Take me to him.”

He wants to see the Grand Master?

The three captains let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding.

Nymph waved her hand, issuing silent orders.
A portion of the knights would escort Artem to the headquarters, while the rest continued searching for the missing reconnaissance and cavalry companies—Diluc’s whereabouts most critical of all.

The recent attack on the Dawn Winery’s master by Eroch had already strained relations between the winery and the Knights. Varka had worked hard to persuade Crepus not to pursue the matter.

If anything happened to Diluc now, it would be a disaster beyond repair.

But before the companies could move, Artem moved first.

In a flash, he blocked their way. A wild surge of Cryo exploded outward, dropping the temperature in an instant—frost crystallized over every blade in their hands.

“I said all of you are coming with me,” Artem growled, dual greatswords in hand, his face dark and cold.

“Do. You. Understand?”

Favonius Greatsword Art.
Dual Blade Style.

Created five hundred years ago by the Grand Master of the Knights, The Lionfang Knight, Arundolyn.

But the technique demanded impossible strength—no one in five centuries had ever mastered it again. The tradition died out.

It was only after Artem received a [Delusion] in Snezhnaya, using all seven elements to reinforce his body, that he learned this style—refining it even further, turning the original pairing of a greatsword and longsword into dual-wielded greatswords.

It was with this very sword art that he’d earned his reputation in the Fatui as a master of all forms.

Now, as Artem’s two swords shifted into position, the three captains of the Knights recognized the technique at once.

They immediately recalled the companies that had started to break off.

“I’ll say it one more time.”

“All of you—escort me. If even one of you is missing, you can start planning Diluc’s funeral.”

This time, nobody dared doubt him.

Even the knights who’d just been shouting fell silent, quietly filing to the front to lead the way.

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Three of the five companies sent out had returned.

And with them came a man carrying two greatswords.

Most striking of all:
One blade bore the name Ragnvindr, the other Lawrence.

After Nymph reported Artem’s request to see Varka, the Grand Master ordered her to bring him straight to the office. Everyone else was dismissed; even Bishop Seamus Pegg was stationed personally at the door.

As soon as Nimph and Artem entered, Crepus Ragnvindr burst in from the corridor, shoving past everyone in his desperation.

“I have to see Varka—let me in!” he insisted, refusing to be held back.

“Crepus, calm down,” Seamus urged, putting on a strained smile even as his heart pounded with dread.

“The Grand Master’s inside, negotiating with the man himself. He’ll make sure Diluc is rescued unharmed.”

But Crepus would have none of it.
He jabbed a finger in Seamus’s face, voice shaking with rage.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? How do you expect me to stay calm?!”

“If it were your daughter who’d been taken, you’d see how calm you could be!”

“Seamus, listen to me—Diluc is my only son. If anything happens to him, I’ll give up the winery, give up everything, and I’ll fight you Knights to the bitter end!”

Seamus was helpless.
He couldn’t risk angering Crepus—not when the Dawn Winery’s taxes and economic power put him nearly on par with Varka and Seamus himself in importance.

So all he could do was keep up the forced smile.

“Crepus, trust me. We’ll bring Diluc back safe and sound—no harm will come to him.”

“Diluc is the captain of our 9th Company Believe me, we’re just as worried as you are.”

“But worrying won’t help. We have to focus on resolving the situation, right? Varka’s negotiating with the kidnapper right now. Believe in him—he’ll bring good news.”

With everyone talking him down, Crepus finally, with great effort, managed to compose himself.

Just then, the door opened and Varka stepped out, face grim.

“Grand Master, how did it go?”

“Did he confess?”

“Did he say where Diluc is?”

“Is Diluc all right? Is he safe? Is he in danger?”

Crepus rushed up, firing off questions one after another.

Seeing his anxiety, Varka nodded toward the office and spoke calmly.

“Crepus, he wants to see you.”

“He won’t reveal Diluc’s whereabouts otherwise.”

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T/N: wow the knights of favionus actually have 10 Companies!

I'll liste them out

Investigation
The 2nd Company
The 3rd Company
The 4th Company, Reconnaissance
The 6th Company, Logistics
The 7th Company, Combined Arms
The 8th Company
The 9th Company, Cavalry
Outriders

wowie theres also the church :p

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