Being the archon of Natlan, you had your own businesses to tend to and had no intrigue in being involved with the Fatui. But here you were, standing face to face and fatuated with the No. 1 ranked fatui harbinger, Il Capitano. Or in other words, “The Captain.”

He was incredibly tall, and was undeniably strong. He gave off immaculate aura, a presence that you had never been greeted with before. He who was in front of you was rumored to be the strongest human of Teyvat. And they weren’t rumors, they were true facts. His strength was able to surpass that of a God’s, and that would include your own. You kept a straight face, but deep down your soul was trembling with concern. So should anyone else’s who might stumble upon him.

His arms were crossed, in his posture not a single problem, his head was tilted up, and his eyes were narrowed. Those irises were staring right down at you.

“What do you say you hand me that gnosis, hmm? The sooner, the better. We wouldn’t want any problems, would we?” He grinned.