Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [26]

Eula returned to Mondstadt alongside the reconnaissance and cavalry squads, her expression complicated.

Facing Varka’s concerned questioning, she had nothing to say.

Just as Artem had warned her—even if she told the truth, that it was a Snezhnayan envoy who saved them, no one would believe her.

What was scarier wasn’t disbelief, but the possibility that someone would believe.

If that happened, the accusation of “collaborating with the enemy” would never leave her.

So she could only say she was the first to wake up, broke free before the masked man returned, and led everyone back.

Varka didn’t question it.

He even praised her soundly in front of everyone.

Of course, it was only words—there was no actual reward.

Eula was used to it. She didn’t show any sign of dissatisfaction; she simply thanked him, retrieved her greatsword, and prepared to leave.

But Varka called out to her again.

“Wait, Eula—did you see Diluc?”

Eula turned, frowning in confusion.

“Wasn’t Captain Diluc supposed to have returned by now?”

Truth was, she really didn’t know where Diluc was.

Before jumping down the cliff, the masked man had made a point of knocking her out again.
She’d missed everything that happened after.

After they escaped, they did a headcount and realized Diluc was missing, but everyone assumed he’d gotten away already.

After all, even the reconnaissance squad leader—much weaker than Diluc—had managed to escape.

But now, hearing the implication in Varka’s words… Diluc still hadn’t come back?

Eula was about to suggest they search again, but Varka waved a hand, smiling, “It’s fine. I’m sure he’ll turn up soon enough.”

Seeing his calm assurance, Eula didn’t press the matter and turned to go.

...

Walking through the Knights’ headquarters, the all-too-familiar whispers started up again.

“Hmph, the Grand Master actually singled out a sinner for praise. Unbelievable.”

“Saying a sinner rescued both the reconnaissance and cavalry squads—who knows if she was actually working with the culprit, just trying to win trust by faking a rescue.”

“If you ask me, it’s obvious. The Lawrence clan is probably plotting rebellion again, so they sent her to worm her way into the Grand Master’s good graces.”

Eula stopped in her tracks.

Usually, she would just ignore it. If you’re upright, you have nothing to fear from the shadow.

If it got too much, she’d simply drown her frustration at the tavern.
Once drunk, it all faded away.

But today, hearing it again she couldn’t help but remember Artem’s words:
“Prejudice is a mountain in the heart; no matter how hard you try, you’ll never move it.”

After a brief pause, she changed direction and walked straight over to the group of knights whispering behind her back.

Seeing her approach, the knights fell silent, trying and failing to continue their conversation.

Eula said nothing, just stood before them, brow furrowed, eyes sharp.

One of them snapped, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen people talking?”

Eula met his gaze and asked quietly, “Do you know me?”

“No.”

She looked at the others.

“And you—do any of you know me?”

“N-no,” they stammered, wilting under her pressure.

“If you don’t know me, why judge me?”

“What happened to the honesty and justice in the Knights’ code? Did you eat it for breakfast?”

“Is your idea of honesty gossiping behind someone’s back? Your idea of justice—leaping to conclusions without seeing the truth?”

“The Lawrence clan’s sins were committed a thousand years ago—why should I carry them today?”

“Every day I risk my life fighting monsters, protecting Mondstadt’s peace. Is this how you repay me?”

“On what grounds?”
“Tell me! On what grounds!!”

Her voice rose—cold, cutting, impossible to ignore.

The hall fell silent, not a sound but Eula’s voice ringing in the air.

Even after a thousand years, Mondstadt could not forget the Lawrence clan’s crimes.

So even after joining the Knights, Eula was still shunned by townsfolk and colleagues alike.

She usually endured in silence, at most vowing to “have vengeance.”
No one had ever seen her erupt like this.

After venting, Eula felt her emotions settle.
She swept her gaze over the room, then strode out without another word.

...

At Angel’s Share, unlike its usual crowds, the tavern was almost empty—just a few scattered drinkers.

Eula sat alone in the corner, drinking glass after glass.

Even as her vision blurred, she didn’t stop.

“Yo, what a coincidence—drinking alone tonight?”

Artem pulled out a chair and sat across from her, grinning.

“Ah—”
“It’s you…”

“What, here to laugh at me too?”

Drunk and slurring, Eula lay sprawled on the table, still trying to pour herself another drink.

Before she could, Artem plucked the cup from her hand.

“Give it back—”
“G-give it…”

She reached for it, eyes unfocused.

“Tch, didn’t we agree that next time, you’d buy me a drink?”

“This one’s on you, then.”

He downed the cup in one gulp, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Left with nothing to drink, Eula suddenly felt an itch of frustration.
She sat up, swaying, braced on the table, fixing Artem with a stare.

“You… you here to bully me too?”

“Am I really so… detestable?”

Artem just laughed.

"You’re alright, honestly. A bit prickly, sure, but not exactly hateful."
"You just always look so serious—if you smiled more, you’d be even prettier.”

“Smile?”

Eula blinked, then slapped both cheeks and forced an awkward grin.

“Like this?”

“Hahaha—!”

Used to seeing her icy, stoic face, Artem burst out laughing at the sight.

“What—why are you laughing?”
“Didn’t you say I should smile?”

Flushed red—whether from alcohol or embarrassment, Eula scowled and dropped her hands.

Artem managed to rein in his laughter, wiping away tears.

“You really are adorable in a silly way.”

“But when I said smile, I didn’t mean that kind of empty grin.”

“When you’re happy, smile because you’re happy. When you’re sad, find a way to smile for real. Otherwise, if you carry everything on your back like a turtle, you’ll go crazy sooner or later.”

Just then, the tavern door banged open, and a worried voice called out, “Eula, how much have you had again?!”

Artem glanced at the red-haired figure hurrying in, then stood and gave Eula a thoughtful smile.

“Looks like your friend’s here to get you.”

“See you around.”

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T/N: i cant... i see Kronii in Eula...

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