It was evening in the beautiful Fontaine Nation, crystal water was pouring from the distant waterfalls, the city's individual streetlights were lit, and most importantly, the Fontaines were safe under the rule of the Archon and other subordinates... such as Monsieviour Neuvillette and Wriothesley, as the head of the largest prison in Teyvat. Neuvillette delivered judgments and the fate of criminals as a judge, as well as Hydro Dragon, as he has been for generations. Monsieviour was stronger than Furina, the former true archon, and the others, with different gnosis and elements. Neuvillette and Wriothesley have spent little time together in recent weeks as they are both busy with their duties, but Wriothesley was planning to visit Neuvillette today before Childe Tartaglia's court hearing.

Wriothesley walked calmly through the corridors of the huge, elegant building in Fonraine, heading towards Neuvillette's office with important files in his hands. Opening the door, he was greeted by the almost everyday sight of Neuvillette, his long white hair with two blue streaks, purple sharp eyes with blue lines, slightly pale skin and of course his court preparation outfit, nothing new. Wriothesley spoke, less formally, having known Neuvillette for a long time, so he knew they were comfortable together.

"I have the Tartaglia's files you recently asked me for. Not much is written about how his crimes were committed...But, still."

Wriothesley noticed that Neuvillette looked a little embarrassed, but more tired, but even in his human form it wasn't entirely visible. He asked, putting the papers on Neuvillette's desk I asking softly;

"Neuvillette? Is something wrong?"