Jean: "Please Don't Spoil Klee!"
The Lady slowly lowered her hand from the half of her face hidden beneath the crown-shaped mask.
Only after several breaths did she fully pull herself out of the memories that had swallowed her whole.
She wore the mask to hide the hideous burns and disfigurement left by the flames that once consumed her life.
But now, her eyes—normally cold as permafrost—burned with a determination she had not felt in five hundred years.
"Whether it's truly you or not… I will find out."
No matter who or what stood in her way, nothing could make her retreat from that conviction.
"Someone—come."
At her command, several Fatui guards instantly appeared from outside the chamber.
"Your orders, Lady Harbinger?"
The Lady flicked the dossier containing Diluc's photo toward them. Her tone was icy and merciless.
"The man in the background. I don't care what methods you use—find him for me. Immediately. At any cost."
The Fatui guards looked at each other in confusion.
The picture only showed one-third of a man's silhouette.
Finding him on that alone was nearly impossible.
He might not even live in Mondstadt. He could easily have been a passing traveler.
And judging from the date of the dossier, the photo was at least half a month old.
But no one dared refuse.
Harbingers were not "heroes."
They were terrifying beings—brutal, eccentric, and utterly indifferent to human life.
Some enjoyed experimentation too much.
Some killed subordinates for incompetence.
Sometimes even for sport.
Compared to the others, The Lady was… tolerable.
Arrogant, yes—but not prone to pointless slaughter.
In fact, some strange Fatui members even enjoyed being harshly scolded by her.
Not that she had patience for their twisted preferences.
One guard finally gathered courage to ask:
"After we locate him… what should we do with him?"
"Inform me of his whereabouts. Nothing else. Do not—under any circumstances—touch him."
"Yes, Lady Harbinger!"
After the guards hurried away, the chamber fell quiet.
For the first time in centuries, the Lady's lavender eyes trembled with emotion.
Her fingertips brushed the broken skin beneath her mask.
If the man in the photo truly was him…
How was she supposed to face him?
How was she supposed to breathe, to speak, to remain composed…
after five hundred years of grief, longing, and regret?
West Wind Knights Headquarters
The man she sought—Luo Li—walked leisurely through the headquarters, blissfully unaware that he had been marked by one of the Fatui's strongest.
He had just finished assisting Jean and Lisa, providing solutions for the Lawrence–Fatui collusion and advising Jean on several other governance issues.
Jean often came to him when overwhelmed by the ceaseless stream of citizen requests:
Lost cats.
Stolen flowers.
Drunken disputes.
Fence repairs.
Fishing quarrels.
Because the people trusted her completely, they came to her for even the smallest things.
Jean bore their trust like a mountain on her shoulders.
Luo Li couldn't help feeling sympathy—her young shoulders weren't yet suited for the weight she insisted on carrying.
Mondstadt had no equivalent of Liyue's Qixing or its experienced secretaries.
Everything depended on Jean.
So Luo Li helped where he could.
After finishing the final report, Lisa stretched lazily.
"Whew~ Everything's done. Should we have some afternoon tea?"
Jean brightened instantly. "That sounds wonderful."
Lisa smirked.
"A rare moment—Jean willingly stepping away from work. I wonder who might be influencing her~"
"Lisa! Please don't say strange things! Mr. Luo Li has a wife!"
Jean's face flushed so quickly Lisa nearly burst out laughing.
Luo Li remained perfectly calm. Countless lifetimes had taught him the art of stillness.
On the way to the library, he suddenly asked:
"By the way… I haven't seen Klee lately."
Jean sighed helplessly.
"She was put in time-out for blowing up the fish in Starfell Lake again."
Klee's endless "adventures" always caused trouble.
She was fearless, energetic, and armed with explosives—and that combination terrified the Knights nearly daily.
Lisa giggled behind her hand.
"Such a pure little girl… Jean, you really have become like a mother."
Jean rubbed her temples.
"She really does rely on us too much. And… um… please tell Miss Makoto to stop spoiling her. Klee's begging for Mr. Luo Li to break her out of confinement was a nightmare."
Luo Li laughed.
Klee always pretended to be an angel around him—he hadn't realized she was a tiny menace outside.
"I'll speak to her," he promised. "We'll try not to indulge Klee too much."
As they walked and talked, nearing the library entrance—
They crossed paths with a rather distressed group:
Aether, Paimon, Fischl, Oz, and Venti.
Their messy appearance said everything:
They had failed to free Dvalin from corruption.
Luo Li wasn't surprised.
He already knew the reason—and they would soon learn it too.
Aether and Venti quickened their pace and approached.
And so, both groups entered the library together.
Chapter 73 — The Lady: Is It Really Him?
Jean: "Please Don't Spoil Klee!"**
The Lady slowly lowered her hand from the half of her face hidden beneath the crown-shaped mask.
Only after several breaths did she fully pull herself out of the memories that had swallowed her whole.
She wore the mask to hide the hideous burns and disfigurement left by the flames that once consumed her life.
But now, her eyes—normally cold as permafrost—burned with a determination she had not felt in five hundred years.
"Whether it's truly you or not… I will find out."
No matter who or what stood in her way, nothing could make her retreat from that conviction.
"Someone—come."
At her command, several Fatui guards instantly appeared from outside the chamber.
"Your orders, Lady Harbinger?"
The Lady flicked the dossier containing Diluc's photo toward them. Her tone was icy and merciless.
"The man in the background. I don't care what methods you use—find him for me. Immediately. At any cost."
The Fatui guards looked at each other in confusion.
The picture only showed one-third of a man's silhouette.
Finding him on that alone was nearly impossible.
He might not even live in Mondstadt. He could easily have been a passing traveler.
And judging from the date of the dossier, the photo was at least half a month old.
But no one dared refuse.
Harbingers were not "heroes."
They were terrifying beings—brutal, eccentric, and utterly indifferent to human life.
Some enjoyed experimentation too much.
Some killed subordinates for incompetence.
Sometimes even for sport.
Compared to the others, The Lady was… tolerable.
Arrogant, yes—but not prone to pointless slaughter.
In fact, some strange Fatui members even enjoyed being harshly scolded by her.
Not that she had patience for their twisted preferences.
One guard finally gathered courage to ask:
"After we locate him… what should we do with him?"
"Inform me of his whereabouts. Nothing else. Do not—under any circumstances—touch him."
"Yes, Lady Harbinger!"
After the guards hurried away, the chamber fell quiet.
For the first time in centuries, the Lady's lavender eyes trembled with emotion.
Her fingertips brushed the broken skin beneath her mask.
If the man in the photo truly was him…
How was she supposed to face him?
How was she supposed to breathe, to speak, to remain composed…
after five hundred years of grief, longing, and regret?
West Wind Knights Headquarters
The man she sought—Luo Li—walked leisurely through the headquarters, blissfully unaware that he had been marked by one of the Fatui's strongest.
He had just finished assisting Jean and Lisa, providing solutions for the Lawrence–Fatui collusion and advising Jean on several other governance issues.
Jean often came to him when overwhelmed by the ceaseless stream of citizen requests:
Lost cats.
Stolen flowers.
Drunken disputes.
Fence repairs.
Fishing quarrels.
Because the people trusted her completely, they came to her for even the smallest things.
Jean bore their trust like a mountain on her shoulders.
Luo Li couldn't help feeling sympathy—her young shoulders weren't yet suited for the weight she insisted on carrying.
Mondstadt had no equivalent of Liyue's Qixing or its experienced secretaries.
Everything depended on Jean.
So Luo Li helped where he could.
After finishing the final report, Lisa stretched lazily.
"Whew~ Everything's done. Should we have some afternoon tea?"
Jean brightened instantly. "That sounds wonderful."
Lisa smirked.
"A rare moment—Jean willingly stepping away from work. I wonder who might be influencing her~"
"Lisa! Please don't say strange things! Mr. Luo Li has a wife!"
Jean's face flushed so quickly Lisa nearly burst out laughing.
Luo Li remained perfectly calm. Countless lifetimes had taught him the art of stillness.
On the way to the library, he suddenly asked:
"By the way… I haven't seen Klee lately."
Jean sighed helplessly.
"She was put in time-out for blowing up the fish in Starfell Lake again."
Klee's endless "adventures" always caused trouble.
She was fearless, energetic, and armed with explosives—and that combination terrified the Knights nearly daily.
Lisa giggled behind her hand.
"Such a pure little girl… Jean, you really have become like a mother."
Jean rubbed her temples.
"She really does rely on us too much. And… um… please tell Miss Makoto to stop spoiling her. Klee's begging for Mr. Luo Li to break her out of confinement was a nightmare."
Luo Li laughed.
Klee always pretended to be an angel around him—he hadn't realized she was a tiny menace outside.
"I'll speak to her," he promised. "We'll try not to indulge Klee too much."
As they walked and talked, nearing the library entrance
They crossed paths with a rather distressed group:
Aether, Paimon, Fischl, Oz, and Venti.
Their messy appearance said everything:
They had failed to free Dvalin from corruption.
Luo Li wasn't surprised.
He already knew the reason—and they would soon learn it too.
Aether and Venti quickened their pace and approached.
And so, both groups entered the library together.