Mondstadt City, Goethe Grand Hotel.
The entire hotel had been booked by the diplomatic delegation from Snezhnaya. At that moment, in a luxurious suite on the top floor...
A lady wearing a black lace mask that covered half her face gazed through the window at the street below, gently swirling the red liquid in her stemmed glass.
She took a sip of wine, parted her rosy lips, and spoke in a somewhat indifferent tone:
"Anastasia, what is wrong with you people?
"It was bad enough that you failed to take advantage of that stupid dragon's rampage to pressure the Knights of Favonius, but you even let them turn around and demand an explanation from us. How disappointing."
Anastasia, the Fatui counselor, who also wore a black mask, stood in a corner near the door and bowed slightly as she said:
"My apologies, Lady Signora. We failed when we tried to take the Holy Lyre der Himmel.
"However, we have discovered that the lyre is in the hands of a bard who looks like a young boy. Since the Knights of Favonius and the church trust him enough to leave such a treasure in his possession, presumably-"
"Interesting."
Rosalyne wore a black-and-white gown, her long, snow-white legs showing slightly between its train and front hem.
She gave a cold snort. "Find his whereabouts, then tell me."
"Yes, Lady Signora." Anastasia nodded, then continued, "The Knights of Favonius are demanding an explanation for the theft of the Holy Lyre der Himmel. How should we respond? And what about the Electro Cicin Mage they captured?"
"A fool who causes more trouble than she's worth. Just say she was an outsider impersonating us and that we don't know her."
Rosalyne rested her right hand, clad in a long black glove, beneath her chest. Her