"As expected of the youngest and most promising Electro Cicin Mage in the squad. She has completely seen through the enemy's thoughts and movements." Off to the side, Oz very cooperatively pointed out Fischl's current identity.
"Damn it, we were still one step too late." Venti got into character too.
"Put the lyre down, now!" Grand Master Jean shouted sternly.
"Grand Master Jean is—no, oh, you mean the Skyward Lyre. Right, put the lyre down, now, or don't blame us for getting rough." Paimon failed to react right away and looked straight at Jean, only then realizing that the "lyre" Grand Master Jean meant was the Skyward Lyre.
"Huh? Wait, why do you have a Fatui outfit, Fischl?" After Paimon finished her line, she immediately noticed a problem: Fischl was wearing Fatui clothing.
"Because these are garments personally crafted by this Prinzessin. Well? Do I not look exactly like a real Electro Cicin Mage?" Fischl's tone was extremely confident. When it came to making clothing, she had always been outstanding.
"I look exactly like a real Electro Cicin."
This was why Fischl was suited to playing an Electro Cicin Mage. If anyone else did it, they would still have to go find cicins.
"No, no, what a cunning enemy, to use a verbal trap and make me lower my guard. If I did not have absolute confidence, how would I dare appear here? Oz—cough, cicins, hold off these troublesome foes. The Skyward Lyre belongs to us Fatui now."
The next moment, Fischl immediately reacted and remembered that she was acting. She promptly ordered Oz to move. Oz then summoned more than a dozen Ozes, and amid a flash of purple lightning, Fischl's figure vanished.
"So amazing. A witch's magic can actually fly that far." Fischl's surprised voice rang out in