Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [6]

Artem Vetrovski slept straight through until nightfall.

With a satisfying stretch, he glanced at the sky outside and decided to head out for a drink.

That was a habit he’d picked up in Snezhnaya—when you live somewhere where it snows ten months out of the year, a stiff drink is the only way to keep the cold at bay.

As for where to go—

It could only be Angel’s Share.

The best tavern in all of Mondstadt.

And, incidentally, one of the businesses owned by his current assassination target, Crepus Ragnvindr.

The perfect excuse to scope out the situation.

Returning to Mondstadt after all these years, he found the streets almost unchanged from three years ago.

But unlike the cramped little city in the game, the real Mondstadt was a sprawling metropolis capable of housing a million souls.

Here in the land of wine-lovers, you could find a tavern in any corner of the city.

Of all of them, Angel’s Share was by far the most famous.

The reason was simple: as a Dawn Winery property, every bottle produced by the winery could be found here.

Especially their legendary Dandelion Wine, known throughout Teyvat.

For Mondstadters, that was simply irresistible.

So naturally, come closing time, Angel’s Share was packed to the rafters.

A man in a bard’s outfit played his lyre and sang to the crowd, who clapped and cheered, tossing more and more Mora into his hat.

Seeing there wasn’t a seat left, Artem shook his head and was about to leave.

Just as he pushed open the door, a clear, cool voice sounded from behind him.

“Hey, you over there—there’s no one at my table. You can sit here if you like.”

Artem turned back.

He saw a striking young woman in a blue-and-white knight’s uniform, her long sky-blue hair spilling over her shoulders. She held a wine glass and gestured invitingly.

In a bar so crowded you’d be lucky to find even standing room, the seats around her were conspicuously empty—a sharp contrast to the bustling tables everywhere else.

Eula Lawrence.

The name surfaced in Artem’s mind the moment he saw her.

According to Fatui intel, Eula was not yet the famed “Spindrift Knight” or captain of the recon squad.

She was just a newly minted member of the Knights of Favonius, someone who’d recently defied her family’s wishes.

Her clan—the Lawrences—were old nobility. A thousand years ago, they’d ruled Mondstadt with an iron fist, suppressing the people’s freedom until the Anemo Archon and the city’s rebels overthrew them and drove them out.

Haunted by her family’s notorious legacy, Eula was labeled the “descendant of sinners.” Even joining the Knights of Favonius couldn’t erase the prejudice Mondstadt held against her.

That was why, for all her beauty, not a single drunk dared sit at her table.

But Artem didn’t care about any of that.

He took the seat opposite her without hesitation, calling out with practiced ease, “One Death After Noon, please.”

“Thanks for sharing a table with me,” Eula said with a slight smirk, swirling her glass. The lamplight danced across her face, the flush on her cheeks making her look even more striking.

“Those drunks, all avoiding me… I will have vengeance.”

“Because of the Lawrence name?”

Artem sipped his Death After Noon.

“No wonder you’re Snezhnaya’s envoy,” Eula replied, not the least bit surprised he’d guessed her background. She snorted, “So you’ve been poking into a lady’s personal history? Another one due for vengeance.”

Heh.

Artem knew “I will have vengeance” was just Eula’s catchphrase—a habit, nothing more. Unlike the locals, he wasn’t the least bit nervous. He just smiled. “Come on, you didn’t invite me just for drinks, did you?”

“Of course not.” Eula’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing. “You had my mentor stripped naked in public. He’s been so ashamed he can’t eat or sleep and keeps threatening to retire. That’s a grudge I have to remember!”

It clicked.

Right, the old scout that Leonid stripped—that was her mentor. Not just Amber’s grandfather, but Eula’s teacher too.

With that in mind, Artem’s interest was piqued. “So you’re here just to tell me that?”

“Tch, you have a lot of vengeance to carry out—so what are you going to do about it? Destroy the Knights of Favonius, or maybe lead House Lawrence to ruin Mondstadt again?”

The words cut deep.

Eula slammed her glass down, glaring at him. “Or maybe I’ll just settle the score with a Fatui bastard right here and now.”

“You’re not up to it. You’re no match for me,” Artem replied, his smile never wavering.

“Such arrogance… I ought to—forget it, I’ll just settle things right now.”

She pushed up from the table, swaying a little, but the look in her clear blue eyes was cold as ice.

“What, you’re going to attack me right here in Mondstadt?”

“A rookie in the Knights of Favonius, huh?” He grinned.

“Do you have any idea what it would cost to lay a finger on a foreign envoy?”

His easy tone and questions took the wind right out of Eula’s sails.

She had to admit—he was right.

Right now, she was just a fresh recruit. Not only hadn’t she earned a knight’s title, but in the eyes of the city she was still the descendant of infamous traitors. To pick a fight with a high-ranking envoy now could see her kicked out of Mondstadt for good.

For someone determined to belong here, that was a line she couldn’t cross.

Defeated, Eula slumped back into her seat and drained her glass in one long swallow.

“If you two want to argue, take it outside.”

Eula’s outburst had caught the attention of Charles, the bartender, who promptly issued a warning.

Even in the noisy tavern, Charles’s voice cut through the din.

The bard’s song stopped, and a hush fell over the crowd.

Everyone turned to watch Eula and Artem.

From their eyes, Artem could read fear, contempt, and a deep, festering dislike.

Eula, her mood sour, slammed the table and swept the room with a frosty glare.

“Pretty gutsy, staring at me like that. I will have vengeance!”

The threat, combined with the Lawrence family’s reputation, made everyone flinch. Instantly, every head in the bar snapped away.

“Tch. Not fun. I’m done drinking.”

Eula slammed her empty glass onto the table and staggered toward the door.

“Hey, Lawrence girl,” Artem called after her.

She paused, this time with a hard edge in her eyes rather than the usual talk of grudges. “I’ve got nothing to say to the Fatui.”

“But what if I gave you a chance at revenge?”

“…What did you say?” Eula arched an eyebrow.

“I said, I’ll give you a chance to get even with me. Don’t worry—even if you strip me and hang me from the city gate for all to see, I won’t hold it against you,” Artem said with a teasing grin.

That actually got her attention.

She stared at him, eyes sharp, then checked one more time: “If I beat you up, you won’t make a fuss?”

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll even sign a contract.”

“Of course, you’ll still need the skill to pull it off.”

Artem shrugged, relaxed and unconcerned—as if her challenge was nothing to worry about.

His attitude clearly riled Eula’s competitive streak.

“Fine. Tomorrow at ten, at Windrise. Let Knight Vennessa serve as witness.”

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