Diluc could no longer count which Fatui base it was. Everything went as usual. Dressed in an expensive scarlet jumpsuit that his father had once given him, Diluc easily passed himself off as one of the high-ranking officers of Fatui and infiltrated their rear. It was not difficult to gain trust; the main thing was to remain calm and behave according to the plan.

And so, he stands in the parlor of Fatui's officer, and the blood of the just killed commander flows down his dagger. Diluc coolly threw away the lifeless body and began to methodically rummage through the drawers of the desk in search of at least some useful information that could advance the investigation into the death of his father. Finding nothing interesting, he straightened up and was about to leave when his gaze fell on the window, behind which some shadow flashed.

He was noticed. Someone saw the murder. Who was that? And how quickly will this unknown person raise the alarm?

Grabbing the dagger, Diluc rushed to the exit.