Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [75]

“Arlecchino?”

“Artem’s superior, the Fatui Harbinger?”

Hearing the name from Artem’s lips, Eula took a long look at the young woman before her.

She really did look a lot like what Eula had heard, Arlecchino’s features were indeed strikingly similar to her own.

If not for those unusual eyes, Eula might have mistaken her for a long-lost sister.

“Looks like you’ve been living pretty well in Mondstadt.”

Arlecchino sat in a chair, her gaze pausing on Eula’s face for a moment before dropping back to the documents in her hands.

Knowing her temperament well, Artem immediately put on a breezy, ingratiating smile.

“Lady Arlecchino, I haven’t wasted a single day here in Mondstadt.”

“Once everyone I’m looking for is gathered, I’m confident Mondstadt will never recover.”

“And I’ve even prepared a grand gift for Her Majesty the Tsaritsa—one that’s guaranteed to delight her.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Arlecchino lifted her eyes, giving him a brief glance.

She stuffed the papers she’d been reading into a folder and tossed it over to him, her voice icy: “Take a look. I’ll wait for your explanation.”

Artem caught the folder, perplexed, and began pulling out the documents inside.

The moment he saw them, his face twitched involuntarily.

Eula, craning her neck to peek over his shoulder, went pale at what she saw.

It was a thick stack of files.

On the cover, in bold red letters: “Albert Sebastian.”

Underneath, a note: “Mondstadt Deep Cover Agent.”

Artem flipped through the pages.

It was a complete record—every detail of his life from childhood onward.

From his recruitment by the Covert Division, to his years undercover in Snezhnaya, even down to every piece of intel he’d smuggled out for Mondstadt over the last three years—it was all there, in painstaking detail.

There was no need for evidence; if the Fatui simply followed the timeline and did a little digging, they could confirm everything.

To have this in the Fatui’s hands— it meant Artem’s identity as an undercover agent was fully exposed. With evidence this ironclad, there wasn’t even room for denial.

As he turned the pages, Artem’s expression grew more and more grave.

Eula’s [Vision] flared with a blue glow, her right hand tightening as she prepared to draw the [Song of Broken Pines] at a moment’s notice.

She was ready, If the Harbinger showed even a hint of hostility, she’d strike without hesitation.

But after Artem finished reading the dossier, he suddenly burst out laughing.

“Lady Arlecchino, surely you’re joking with me.”

“If this thing’s in your hands, then it’s no different from a pile of waste paper, is it?”

At that, Arlecchino’s eyes narrowed. A wave of pressure rolled through the room.

Eula’s face blanched.

But Artem didn’t so much as flinch.

He smoothly pulled Eula behind him, meeting Arlecchino’s gaze without a trace of fear.

After a long, tense silence, Arlecchino’s murderous aura faded. She actually smiled.

“Not bad. You’ve improved.”

“For a clever, capable child like you—if you’re truly ready to turn your back on the past, I’ve no reason to withhold my mercy.”

She snapped her fingers.

Without warning, the file in Artem’s hands ignited, burning away in a matter of seconds.

“Count yourself lucky, my child.”

“If this dossier hadn’t landed with me first—”

“If it had fallen into Dottore’s hands, you’d already have been sliced into a thousand pieces.”

Despite her youthful appearance, Arlecchino’s words carried an air of cold authority that made Eula uneasy, especially the way she addressed Artem as a child.

“Thank you, my lady.”

This time, Artem bowed low with real sincerity.

He already had a good idea who’d leaked all his files to Snezhnaya.

The timing ruled out Varka—if it had been him, Arlecchino would have arrived days earlier.

That left only one possibility.

Jean Gunnhildr.

With Varka gone and Seamus dead, Jean was the only one in Mondstadt with access to that archive.

Luckily, Artem had been prepared.

Even if Arlecchino hadn’t shielded him, just having Venti’s [Gnosis] would have been enough to keep him safe.

But with Arlecchino intervening, things were even better.

With the Gnosis secured, he might even be able to bargain for a Harbinger seat himself.

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“I know you’ve been eyeing the Eleventh Seat for a while.”

“But too bad—before I left, it was already decided. That seat goes to Ajax.”

Arlecchino’s voice was flat.

Artem, all smiles a moment ago, suddenly bristled.

“What?!”

“What has that brat Ajax ever done to deserve it? How could he beat me to it!?”

He’d been fighting tooth and nail in Mondstadt for that very position!

As long as he killed Varka and brought Venti’s [Gnosis] back to Snezhnaya, that seat should have been his, no question.

How could Ajax have swooped in and snatched it away?

“Him?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

“But he’s Pulcinella’s man. The old Rooster saw you making waves lately, so he recommended Ajax for the Eleventh Seat.”

“More than half the Harbingers signed off at the meeting, so that’s that.”

Arlecchino spoke with a faint, mocking smile.

Artem was practically speechless at the reasoning.

He could only curse Pulcinella under his breath.

You old bastard…

All to boost his influence among the Harbingers, he’d stoop to something so shameless.

“Think it’s unfair?”

“Hmph. Then let me explain why.”

“Artem, did you really think all your little stunts in Snezhnaya went unnoticed?”

“For all your cleverness, did you never wonder why Pulcinella sent you to Mondstadt behind my back?”

Arlecchino snorted.

“That old man had his suspicions about you for a long time otherwise, why would so many agree to make Ajax a Harbinger?”

At the revelation of this hidden intrigue, Artem broke out in a cold sweat.

A shiver of fear shot down his spine.

That was close!

If Varka hadn’t stabbed him in the back and forced his hand, he’d have ended up a double agent in too deep to escape.

Should I actually thank Varka for that?

Meanwhile, Arlecchino stood, slowly walking over until she was right in front of Artem. She grabbed his chin, voice cold as steel:

“This time, I’ll let it go.”

“But remember, Artem—”

“Never let your hands sully Her Majesty’s honor again. Or I’ll personally make sure you experience the cruelest punishment this world can offer.”

Then, her eyes shifted to Eula—who at some point had her greatsword in hand.

Arlecchino gave her a once-over, then the chill in her voice melted into a hint of amusement:

“You picked a nice girl. At least you’re not blind.”

With that, she turned and went upstairs.

It wasn’t until Arlecchino’s back had vanished around the landing that Eula, palms slick with sweat, finally exhaled.

The pressure Arlecchino gave off was overwhelming—far more than even the first Wolf of the North Wind, whose power came from the gods themselves.

Eula had no doubt:
If it ever came to a fight, even with Artem at her side, they wouldn’t stand a chance against this “Knave.”

At last, she understood what Artem meant when he called Snezhnaya the strongest nation under the gods.

Artem wiped a bead of cold sweat from his brow.

Arlecchino really had brought him some bad news.

His coveted Harbinger seat was gone.

Damn you, Pulcinella!

But—

This also left him with a new kind of anticipation.

Even if he couldn’t take Varka down, at least he’d have the Anemo Archon’s [Gnosis] in hand.

With a contribution like that, he couldn’t help but wonder—

With no open seat among the Harbingers, what kind of reward would the Tsaritsa give him?

Could there even be… a newly created Twelfth Seat?

---

This is a fan translation of 提瓦特之我在至冬做臥底 by 曉風殘月聽荷 All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!