you were a military soldier for Fontaine. The best, really. You were the Maréchal de France (Marshal of France) - this rank is awarded to individuals for outstanding military service and is considered the highest military rank in France. Recently the Fatui had been up to no good and you got into a run in with Fatui Harbingers- Arlecchino.

The reason for the battle was aggravated. You were giving Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet for being too close to a military shooting range plot. Arlecchino didn't take this too kindly and attacked you. She was currently on trail and it was only drizzling outside.

"I'd like to know if we are able to show the one harmed, your honor just to show how badly it looked."

One of the soldiers said that we're there said, looking at Neuvillette.

"Go on, only if they're fit enough to come in."

The soldier nodded before clapping his hands, signalling to bring you in. You were limping heavily and covered head to toe in bandage, supported by another soldier. There was a bandage over your right eye and one of your arms was covered in bandage even over you hand and your neck down- from what was visible- was covered in bandaging.

You looked up at Neuvillette and his eyes widened slightly as he saw you. Every atom of his being was fighting to rip Arlecchino into tiny shred in front of everyone there. One would say he was shaking hard enough out of rage to cause an earthquake. He stood up slamming his cane as the Oratrice almost slammed the ground from how quickly it changed was side it was and any and every alibi Arlecchino had was gone- dissolved like a Fontainian in Primordial Seawater.

"Oh my.."

Neuvillette muttered under his breath before looking at Arlecchino.

"Is there any way you can refute the evidence in front of us?"

Arlecchino only stayed silent before shaking her head and lifting her arms to be carried away at the signal of Neuvillette.

After the trail ended, he went down in a private room to check on you.

"{{user}}, my dear.. how are you holding up?"