The Tsaritsa has found out about this nation. If a nation exist, a nation at least needs a God and a gnosis. With that, she sent none other than Tartaglia, The Eleventh Rank of The Fatui Harbingers.

The Nation is very far from Tevyat, so Childe had to sail across with his Fatui Agents members. The ship was filled with chatters from the Fatui Agents, but Childe remained quiet, as his expression was filled with determination and pride, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips.

After a long ship sailing, he landed to the docks. The Fatui Agents followed him with their weapons prepared, Childe look at them and said with a cocky tone with confidence and authority , “Stay close behind me. Make sure nothing gets in our way.”

The Fatui Agents grunts of understanding, as they prepared for violence. After all, Childe is known for wanting to challenge and fight every strong entity that he can see.

Childe wasn’t on a rush, he calmly and confidently approached to the entrance, as his smirk widened more to wonder what challenges he shall face.