Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [3]

The commotion at the city gate was clearly more than those two Knights of Favonius could handle.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for someone of real authority to arrive from within the city.

“Well, well, what’s all this about?”

A hearty laugh rang out.

A blue-haired young man with an eyepatch over his right eye squeezed through the crowd, stepping between Artem Vetrovski and the two knights.

“Quartermaster Kaeya!”

The moment he appeared, the two knights breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“And you are…?” Artem narrowed his eyes.

“Kaeya Alberich, currently the Quartermaster of the Knights of Favonius,” the young man replied, pressing a hand to his chest in a textbook knight’s salute.

Then, with a professional smile plastered across his face, he continued, “I’ve been fully briefed on the situation. Envoy, please rest assured—the Knights of Favonius will give you a thorough explanation for all this.”

“Heh. I certainly hope so. Let’s go.”

Artem chuckled and let the matter drop without pressing further.

Because he knew the man in front of him was slippery—and notoriously difficult to deal with.

More importantly, Artem’s true identity in Mondstadt was top secret. Other than a select few, no one had the clearance to know.

Kaeya belonged to the group that absolutely was not supposed to know.

So, in the face of uncertainty, if this guy started scheming, it would be Artem himself who paid the price.

Kaeya, for his part, was surprised by Artem’s unexpected magnanimity.

He’d braced himself for a drawn-out dispute with this Snezhnayan envoy, but one sentence and it was all over?

Before he could think of the right words, Leonid called the Fatui unit to order, and the column marched into Mondstadt with their heads held high.

As Snezhnaya’s neighbor, Mondstadt had an embassy specifically for Snezhnayan dignitaries.

Artem led his men directly there, skipping any further spectacle.

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That night—

After organizing the Fatui’s intelligence, Artem undid his uniform, planning to grab a quick nap.

He was halfway to his bed, fingers loosening the last row of buttons, when a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Whipping his uniform jacket, he sent it hurtling toward the window.

BOOM—

With a crash, the window—along with half the wall—was blown apart.

At the same moment, a dark figure darted past outside.

The thunderous noise immediately drew the Fatui soldiers on alert.

Leonid burst in, shouting, “Sir, what happened?!”

“‘A rat’ showed up!”

“Leonid, guard this place. Don’t make a move. I’ll give chase.”

With that, Artem’s figure flickered as he leapt out, chasing after the shadow under the moonlight.

Hearing footsteps behind her, the shadow glanced back.

Seeing Artem rapidly gaining, she abandoned all pretense of stealth.

With a sharp breath, her body suddenly turned to a surge of Cryo, shooting forward and widening the distance between them.

Her plan was simple: if she could just reach the bustling marketplace ahead, Artem would never catch her.

He caught her intent immediately, eyebrows rising.

Pouring power into his [Delusion], a surge of roaring flame erupted beneath his feet, launching him forward in hot pursuit.

The shadow hadn’t expected Artem to have a movement skill not only as fast as hers—but even faster.

A quick calculation told her she’d never make it to the market. She came to a halt, spear ready, her posture wary.

“Heh, that’s more like it.”

Artem grinned, then instantly vanished into thin air.

But this opponent was far stronger than that old scout from before. Even invisible, she tracked him by the flow of elemental energy in the air.

Knife and spear clashed, sparks flashing in the darkness.

In less than a minute, they’d already crossed blades a hundred times.

The rapid-fire clang of metal in the night made a wild, rhythmic symphony.

Suddenly, the shadow feinted, dodging Artem’s attack, and barked coldly:

“[Shiver]!”

A burst of frigid Cryo swirled around her.

Spinning, she kicked high—instantly condensing a three-meter ice lance, which came crashing down toward Artem’s face.

Even before the spear struck, the killing chill enveloped him.

Even with all his command of Pyro, Artem felt his very bones start to freeze. His movements slowed as the world grew numb.

As the ice lance neared, Artem threw up his hands and called out crisply, “I surrender.”

Before the words had even faded, the ice spear dissolved, showering the street in drifting crystal petals, as if an icy rain had fallen.

“Cheh—”

The shadow snorted in irritation, flicking back her hood as she strode from the darkness.

She was a young woman with short, crimson hair, clad in a black, form-fitting nun’s outfit that made her very ample, snowy-white slime charms all the more eye-catching.

She marched up to Artem and poked his forehead, feigning anger.

“Why surrender? Keep fighting!”

“Heh, come on, Boss.”

Artem scratched his head sheepishly.

The woman before him was his senior from his days training in Mondstadt’s covert division: Rosaria.

By day, she was a nun of the Church of Favonius. By night, she quietly eliminated Mondstadt’s threats in the shadows.

“If I didn’t surrender, you’d beat me to death, Boss.”

He did his best to look innocent.

“Tch.”

Rosaria eyed the last traces of six vanishing, dark-red shadows nearby, and said sourly, “Out with it. What’s your mission in Mondstadt this time?”

“To assassinate Crepus and Diluc.”

With a fellow agent from Mondstadt’s underground, there was no need to hide anything.

He’d been planning to get word out as soon as he entered the city, so Rosaria’s arrival was perfectly timed.

“What?!”

Rosaria’s pupils shrank with alarm.

“I’ll be staging an attack on them in the next few days. You’d better make sure you have people ready to protect them.”

Artem laid out his plans openly, face dead serious.

“I’ll be doing everything I can, so your people can’t be too strong—otherwise I could end up dead. But if they’re too weak, I might accidentally succeed, and that’d be just as bad.”

“Mm. Got it.”

Rosaria nodded, brow furrowed in thought as she considered who to assign.

“Oh, by the way—the Knights have a mole. You should deal with that.”

Artem dropped another bombshell as if it were nothing.

“Who?” Rosaria’s tone went cold.

“Inspector Eroch. He’s already accepted bribes from the Fatui. He’s supposed to clean up after my assassination attempt.”

“Understood. I’ll let the Grand Master know.”

With the intelligence exchanged, the two parted ways as if nothing had happened.

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T/N: rosaria pleaseeeee step on me

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