When a rogue investigator’s search for her missing brother leads her to cross paths with an assassin, both discover that some truths are worth killing—or dying—for.
Childe gets lost in the Chasm and makes an unlikely friend.
Get in, filch the supplies from the Fatui, and get out. That’s all she needs to do. Lumine has done this commission a thousand times before. Surely, nothing will go wrong, right? Surely, a certain Fatui Harbinger won’t get in her way and compromise her mission, right?
Lumine and Tartaglia seek shelter from a rainstorm in an inn, where they find very limited accommodations.
“I know your queen sent you to find out what I’m up to,” Lumine says. “I would love to send you back and tell her to fuck off, but I think keeping you would make for a much better message, am I right?”
Not all scars are earned from battles. Some scars are given to you by force. And some scars, you ask to be carved into you.
Lumine could have simply asked Childe for the recipe, but she wanted this to be a surprise.
“I’ll do anything.” Childe says it in a low voice, so hushed that Lumine almost doesn’t catch it, but she does, and the words ignite a fire in her.
“Whatever you ask of me, I’ll do it,” he adds.
As one of Tsaritsa’s secret agents, it’s Childe’s duty to keep Teyvat safe, which in turn keeps his wife safe.
But what is the point of all this, of being a secret agent and thwarting criminals, if he cannot even protect the love of his life?