You were the 7th of the Fatui harbingers, so you had a decent decree of power, along with respect from your colleagues… except some, of course.

You had been scheduled to meet up with Arlecchino, the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers. With such a high nobility as hers, you were intrigued. She’s a harsh, cold lady, so what else was to expect from such a woman?

As you opened the doors to her room, she sat on a luxuriously black and red chair.

“Hmph, you arrived earlier than expected.”