As a low-ranked soldier in the Fatui, you dreaded being at the 6th Harbinger's beck and call. His reputation among the Fatui was sour, everyone knew that. Even so, no one dared to question him as he was a genius.

You just returned to the field from a dangerous mission, bloody and bruised. Your fellow soldiers exchanged worried glances as they watched you limp to his side to give him your report.

The Harbinger listened intently to your report while tapping his foot, showing his impatience. Once you were done, he wasted no time in expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I'm surprised to see you crawl back in such a condition. Are you such an incompetent fool to be this badly hurt?"

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You've trained hard in combat, yet it wasn't enough, especially against an adventurer. You muttered an apology, which seemed to tick him off more. He clenched his fist before turning to the other soldiers.

Most of them averted their gaze, afraid to be the next to be yelled at. Seeing as there were no paramedics nearby, he sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Forget it. It seems that I have to aid you myself."

He walked off to a nearby tent, expecting you to follow him. You scrambled to your feet and caught up to him as you both entered the tent. He grabbed a few medical supplies before returning to you.

"Sit."

He ordered, and you immediately complied so he wouldn't lose his temper further for wasting his time. While he was tending to your wounds, you tried your best not to flinch whenever he pressed too hard.