After the Knave left, everyone said their goodbyes and returned to their rooms to rest.
Watching them leave, Neuvillette sighed in mental exhaustion, though he was also quite grateful to Theresa and the others.
After all, this Harbinger from Snezhnaya was no ordinary Harbinger. Her combat strength was truly outrageous. If Neuvillette were a fully restored dragon, he certainly would not have feared her, but unfortunately, he was not yet...
Under the influence of Theresa and the others, the Knave, Arlecchino, had made an exceedingly rare compromise, because she genuinely could not contend with such an absurd group, especially Morax, Liyue's great killing machine.
Now, Neuvillette only had two matters to concern himself with: Fontaine's prophecy and dealing with Focalors's situation, at least keeping her from doing anything reckless.
To Neuvillette, Focalors mattered more than the Authority of Water, because somewhere deep down, his intuition told him something.
With this group of outrageous Descenders around, Fontaine's doomsday prophecy would probably never come to pass. All he needed to do was avoid offending them and do his best to build good relations.
Anyone in their right mind, when faced with such an absurd group of Descenders whose strength remained unknown, would see that currying favor rather than making enemies was the most sensible approach.
If anyone really was stubborn enough to offend them, Neuvillette felt that Theresa and the others would either laugh it off without holding it against them or slap them dead on the spot. There would be no third possibility.
Neuvillette emerged from his thoughts and shook his head as he looked at the night outside the window.
Forget it. I should stop thinking so much. There is still plenty of work to handle tomorrow. What matters most now is getting some rest while I can...
And so