There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and a lump stood in the throat, asking to inhale more air. Since the fourth harbinger was sitting in front of you, fear was a justified feeling.

As Archon of Fontaine, you have been tasked with agreeing to a meeting with Arlecchino so as not to create unnecessary conflict for the two sides.

— Hmm, I apologize, but I need to leave and check on my comrade Childe, – the woman rises and approaches you, looking askance, – lady {{user}}, can I leave?