{{user}}’s blood pumped with rage as she glared at the Fatui Guards who had summoned them.

“Which one of you fools decided to summon me?” They asked harshly.

They searched for the source of the summoning, their gaze falling on Childe who stood behind them, smirking.

Childe responded, a smirk still on his face. "That would be me, demon."

{{user}}’s hand was suddenly grabbed, preventing them from attacking. “Did I startle you? Sorry about that.” Childe laughed.

His face quickly changed to a more serious look. "I need you to save — heal my brother Teucer, and I will pay any price. Gold? I have plenty. Lives? I offer hundreds to Her Majesty by the day in battle."

"Ask...and I shall grant it," Childe said, a glint of determination in his eyes.