Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [7]

“Eula Lawrence is dueling the Fatui envoy!”

The news, spread by tipsy tongues, swept through all of Mondstadt by nightfall.

The higher-ups of the Knights of Favonius took notice at once, though among the common folk it didn’t cause much of a stir.

In the eyes of the city, neither the Lawrence clan nor the Fatui were seen as good people.

Eula Lawrence dueling Artem Vetrovski? To them, it was just two villains biting at each other.

Whoever won or lost—what did it matter?

Of course, a few voices argued that since Eula was now a member of the Knights of Favonius, if she lost, it would disgrace the order.

But others quickly countered—

What kind of Knight is a Lawrence, anyway? All she does is talk about vengeances, and she openly joined the Knights just for revenge. For all we know, she’s a mole.

Some even thought, if Eula lost, it’d be a great excuse for the Grand Master to kick her out once and for all.

The Knights themselves, though, didn’t see it that way.

When the news broke, the whole upper echelon broke into a cold sweat.

Apart from a select few, no one was worried Eula might get hurt or even killed. What really concerned them was that troublesome Snezhnayan envoy.

Everyone in the Knights knew Eula’s skills.
She didn’t have a high rank yet, but only because she was new to the order.

In terms of swordsmanship, she was at least top ten in all Mondstadt.

Not to mention, she possessed the Lawrence clan’s heirloom—[Glacial Seal]—which, paired with her [Cryo Vision], made her even more formidable.

So the real worry was: what if Artem got hurt in the duel?

He’d extorted ten million Mora just because Timmie blocked his way.

If he actually got injured, who knew how much he’d demand then!

No one protested more loudly than Inspector Eroch.

He was practically foaming at the mouth as he delivered his speech in the Grand Master’s office.

“The Lawrences, who cares about them? Even if one dies, it’s no loss!”

“But!”

“A Snezhnayan envoy absolutely cannot be harmed—not even a scratch! Otherwise, Snezhnaya will use it as an excuse to squeeze us dry again!”

Jean, who actually got along well with Eula, shot back:

“Eula is one of ours. No matter how important that envoy is, he’s still a Snezhnayan!”

“Besides, they both signed a liability waiver.”

“That envoy was very clear—no matter what happens, he won’t hold us responsible.”

“Oh, and you believe him?” Eroch sneered. “Then let me say this: the Gunnhildr clan is about to rebel. You buy that?”

“You—you… That’s impossible! The Gunnhildrs would never betray Mondstadt!”

Jean was so furious her face turned red, almost swearing on the spot.

After all, the Gunnhildr family creed was to defend Mondstadt, always.

There was even an old tavern joke—before a Gunnhildr child could say “mama,” they could already recite “protect Mondstadt.”

Eroch’s remark was about as insulting as it got.

Luckily, it was Jean standing here; if it had been her mother, Frederica, there would already be a duel to the death.

But Jean’s reaction only confirmed Eroch’s point.

Just because someone says something doesn’t make it true.

Especially with Snezhnayans, infamous for breaking contracts—if you didn’t have the strength to back it up, you were bound to get played.

That was the unspoken rule across all of Teyvat.

Surprisingly, even Diluc and Kaeya, who usually butted heads with Eroch, agreed with him—though they added that Eula should be protected too, if possible.

Varka alone gazed up at the ceiling, completely detached from the squabble.

Because he knew exactly what was up.

There’s no way Artem would make trouble over this, unless he wanted a beating himself. Eula might get banged up, but she’d never be in real danger—no spy worth their salt would kill their own side, after all.

With that, Varka cut off the debate, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Tomorrow, we’ll all attend the duel in person.”

“With me there, Eula’s life is safe.”

“As for the Snezhnayan envoy, leave him be. If he tries to blackmail us again, I won’t go easy.”

“Now—meeting adjourned!”

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Eula leaned on a lake-blue claymore, eyes closed beneath the great oak of Windrise.

This oak was what she’d meant by Knight Vennessa—the legendary founder of the Knights of Favonius.

Legend said that after toppling the old nobility, Vennessa had ascended to Celestia from this very spot in her twilight years, becoming an immortal deity.

This tree, planted by Vennessa before her ascent, had grown for a thousand years and come to symbolize the first Lion of the South Wind.

By now, a huge crowd surrounded the oak.

Apart from a few knights needed to guard the city, nearly every high-ranking member of the Knights was present.

Plenty of Mondstadters had turned out to watch as well, even if many thought the whole duel a joke.

Even the Lawrence clan—usually nowhere to be seen—had arrived in force, nearly the whole family.

Not for Mondstadt’s honor, of course.

They just wanted to see if Eula, wielder of the clan’s [Glacial Seal], could restore the family’s glory with a victory—or, if she lost, prove herself a failure and give the relic to someone else.

Whether she was hurt or even killed hardly entered their minds.

They waited and waited. Just before ten, Artem Vetrovski finally strolled into view.

“You came alone?” Eula asked, frowning as she gripped her greatsword.

Even as the despised “sinner’s descendant,” she’d drawn hundreds of spectators.

Yet the Fatui envoy showed up without a single ally in sight.

“We Snezhnayans aren’t as free as you Mondstadters,” Artem replied, drawing his ritual dagger with an easy air.

“And what’s the point of watching a match you already know you’ll win? Waste of time, isn’t it?”

A few of the Knights’ top brass flushed at his words.

Only Varka remained calm, whispering to his subordinates—prompting several captains to slip quietly back toward Mondstadt.

Eula looked up at the sun, then hefted her claymore, leveling the blade at Artem.

As her [Cryo Vision] flared on her right shoulder, the air around her dropped sharply. In the swirling snowflakes, a thin frost spread from her feet in all directions.

“Tch, Cryo again?”

Artem clicked his tongue. The [Pyro Delusion] at his waist gleamed in answer, and his figure vanished from sight.

This was nothing like his earlier spar with Rosaria.

He went all in from the start.

As soon as he disappeared, Eula’s eyes flashed blue, quickly picking up faint traces of fire in the air.

[Elemental Sight].

A technique only those with true command of elemental power could master.

But what she saw in the scattered elemental trails made her gasp.

Artem’s moves might still be those of a “Debt Collector”—

But he was fast. So fast that by the time she sensed his approach, he was already on her.

CLANG—

With a crisp ring of steel, Eula was knocked back, forced to retreat several steps.

Feeling the force through her blade, she was shocked again.

Debt Collectors were supposed to be ghostlike—nimble assassins, masters of surprise.

She’d fought more than a few herself.

But never had she met a Debt Collector who could strike this fast and hit this hard.

Is this really a Debt Collector?

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T/N: hes a... VENGEANCE COLLECTOR!!!

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