Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [20]

Whispering Woods.

The patrol squad, having just cleared out a wave of monsters, was resting on the spot by the captain’s order.

The squad members sat around in small groups—some grilling meat, some chatting, and a couple quietly passing a flask back and forth.

This clear breach of military discipline seemed to bother no one. It was such a common occurrence that no one even raised an eyebrow.

Eula sat alone, far away from the others.

She hadn’t even put away her signature claymore, [Song of Broken Pines]; it stood silently planted in the ground at her feet.

As always, even her own comrades kept their distance.

They sat together and gossiped about her in hushed voices.

“Hmph, no surprise—Lawrence clan’s disgrace, even her weapon’s so flashy.”

“Flashy? You clearly don’t know—that’s the blade left from the Lawrence clan’s massacre of the Nameless Shepherds. It’s a hundred times better than our standard Favonius gear.”

“Typical of those Lawrence bastards. A weapon like that should have stayed with the Church, but instead it’s some kind of family ‘trophy.’”

The Knights around them quickly joined in the conversation, voices thick with contempt for the Lawrence clan.

No one cared that Eula was right there; they vented their disgust without restraint.

Even the patrol captain, who was supposed to mediate between squadmates, did nothing to stop it—he actually joined in on the mockery.

The discussion was getting heated when a cold, cutting voice rang out:

“Hmph. Whispering about a lady behind her back?”

“I will have my vengeance.”

Eula’s icy expression appeared before them.

Seeing her approach with her claymore in hand, even the most arrogant knights couldn’t help but feel a flicker of fear.

Though Eula had lost her duel with the Fatui envoy, her strength was undeniable.

If she wanted to wipe out the whole squad, no one would stand a chance.

“Eula, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Harming a comrade on a mission is a serious crime!” the captain shouted, trying to sound braver than he felt.

The others grabbed their weapons, preparing for a fight.

Eula only smiled coolly at their tension.

“So this is what the Knight’s Code taught you?”

“Weapons drawn against your own allies?”

That left them exchanging awkward glances.

Finally, after a signal from the captain, they put down their weapons—though none looked happy about it.

Seeing their faces, Eula felt a pang of loneliness.

Suddenly, her expression sharpened.

She sensed an intense burst of Cryo energy erupting in the forest, rushing straight toward the squad.

“Scatter!” Eula shouted, swinging her greatsword.

What frustrated her most was that, even now, their first reaction to her drawing her weapon was to aim theirs at her—instead of defending against the incoming elemental attack.

They realized their mistake only when a hail of Cryo arrows rained down.

But it was too late.

Eula managed to shield a few with her blade, but most of the squad were struck down, badly wounded.

“Ambush!” the captain yelled hoarsely, having narrowly escaped the first attack.

His answer was a single, high-pitched whine—the whistle of an incoming ice arrow.

It struck with terrifying speed, trailing frost in its wake.

From the moment he’d cried “Ambush!”, the arrow had already reached him.

Under the freezing power, the captain’s movements slowed to a crawl.

He had no time to defend himself.

But just as the arrow was about to hit, a slender figure leapt in front of him, slashing it in two with a sword.

“Get everyone out!”

“I’ll hold them off!”

Eula barked her orders, shattering incoming ice arrows with sweeping blows of her claymore.

The squad had already taken heavy casualties from the ambush.

With the enemy hidden and themselves exposed, they had no hope of organizing an effective defense.

Eula made her call without hesitation—the captain would lead the retreat, she’d cover their escape.

“You—”

The captain hesitated, looking at Eula’s determined face. But he didn’t thank her. Instead, his mind raced:

Could a Lawrence really be this selfless? Would she really risk herself for us?

“What are you waiting for? Go—get out of my way!” Eula snapped, not even bothering to guess what he was thinking.

“Go?”

“I don’t think any of you are getting away.”

A cold, menacing voice came from the trees as a tall figure stepped out.

He wore the uniform of a Knight of Favonius, but his face was hidden behind a savage-looking mask.

No sword in hand—only a long Cryo spear formed of pure elemental energy.

“Just one guy?” Eula’s gaze narrowed.

He dares to attack a full patrol squad alone? He must be sure of his own strength!

No time to think—
The masked man lunged, moving so fast he was on top of her in a blink.

Eula swung her greatsword up to meet him.

“Church spear techniques?”
“You’re with the Church of Favonius?” she demanded as their weapons clashed.

The masked man just chuckled.

“Church of Favonius? No, no.”

“I’m with the Lawrence clan.”

“Miss Eula, don’t you recognize me?”

The more he talked, the darker Eula’s expression became.

Others might not know, but I know exactly what the Lawrence clan is like…

All those proud, useless relatives who talk of noble etiquette but never work, living on scraps from the Knights—too proud and too pitiful to even survive on their own. I had to leave just to make a living!

How could they possibly have a [Vision] holder with this much power?

This bastard’s clearly trying to frame the Lawrences by attacking us here.

I may not be close with my clan anymore, but they’re still my family. Slandering the Lawrences so viciously, without any evidence, is unforgivable!

“Utter nonsense!”

“Die!”

Raging, Eula launched a flurry of blows, breaking the masked man’s spear into splinters in moments.

But he simply conjured another spear from Cryo, and another, and another—her advantage in weaponry was useless.

For a while, even with her skill, Eula couldn’t break through his relentless attacks.

Meanwhile, the squad was limping away, glancing back with conflicted faces before dragging themselves toward Mondstadt.

The masked man noticed.

Effortlessly swatting Eula’s blade aside, he flipped his grip, seized her claymore, and drove his knee hard into her stomach.

The pain doubled Eula over—she dropped to her knees, clutching her gut.

Her greatsword was wrenched from her grasp.

“None of you are getting away,” the masked man sneered.

He formed a Cryo bow in his hand, elemental energy swirling thickly.

Powerless to stop him, Eula could only watch as he drew back the bow and fired a single, massive Cryo arrow toward the fleeing patrol.

The arrow soared, then split into dozens of smaller arrows—homing in on the escapees like wolves.

Screams echoed through the forest.

Only two of the patrol, those with [Visions], managed to shield themselves with elemental power and escape.

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