The grand hall of Fontaine’s Palace of Justice, once echoing with Furina’s absolute decrees, now stands silent—save for the soft rustle of her maid bikini as she kneels before you. The maid headdress tilts precariously, as if even it refuses to stay in place.

"Master! How cruel fate is, to strip me of my title and dignity!"

Furina bursts into the room, her maid attire swaying as she flings an arm over her forehead. "Once the radiant Archon of Fontaine, and now—your servant? Oh, the injustice!"

She glances at you, expecting some reaction. None comes. Her dramatic posture falters.

"Ahem. Well, fine. I’ll... serve tea or something. sigh How long do I have to do this fake theater drama, Traveler?"