Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [14]

“What… what is this thing?”

“Grand Master, I swear, I have no idea what this is!”

“I don’t even know how it ended up in my pocket!”

Eroch was panicking, staring at Varka’s grim expression.

This was genuine panic.

He truly had never seen this glove before.

And judging by what Varka was saying, wasn’t this the glove the assassin stole from Crepus?

It was supposed to be in the Fatui envoy’s hands—how could it have ended up with him?

A setup!

A blatant frame job!

Eroch shouted his innocence, “Grand Master, by the Anemo Archon himself, I swear my loyalty!”

“How could I possibly be the one who attacked Crepus?!”

The sudden turn of events drew the attention of everyone in the hotel—hundreds of eyes now fixed on Eroch and Varka.

Especially the Knights of Favonius who had just charged in with Eroch.
Having failed their search, they were already uneasy, and now hearing their own Inspector was a suspect in Crepus’s attack left them cold with dread.

The Fatui, on the other hand, seemed thoroughly entertained.

Especially Artem, who couldn’t help laughing as he leaned against the railing. “Ha! A thief crying ‘catch the thief’—Inspector, you’re really something.”

He continued with mocking sarcasm, “Hey, Grand Master Varka, your people tried to frame me—shouldn’t you at least give me an explanation?”

The moment Artem spoke, Eroch grew even more agitated. He pointed at Artem, cursing loudly.

“Bastard, it’s you! This is your doing, isn’t it?”

“Why are you framing me?!”

“We agreed on the plan—remember?”

“I get it now! I get it all!”

“So it was you! That person was you! You’re the—”

Halfway through his outburst, Eroch was about to shout Artem’s true identity, but Varka’s hand clamped over his mouth, lifting him bodily off the ground.

“Eroch, you have truly disappointed me.”

Varka’s voice was ice cold.

Eroch struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t break free from that iron grip.

He was a strong fighter, famous in Mondstadt, but before the city’s strongest—The Lion of the South, Varka—he was as helpless as a toddler.

And now, finally, the truth dawned on him.

The Mondstadt mole he’d been searching for all this time… was actually the Fatui envoy himself.

What a joke!

He remembered handing over that secret message—the one about a Mondstadt spy within the Fatui—to Artem himself.

No wonder the news vanished without a trace after he sent it.

It turned out the spy was actually the Fatui’s chief in Mondstadt all along.

And while he’d failed to find the spy, his own double-dealing had now been exposed right under Varka’s nose.

This so-called “assassination of Crepus” had just been a setup—an elaborate trap laid by Varka and Artem.

A scheme to get rid of him once and for all.

In utter despair, Eroch couldn’t even cry out—he could only glare hatefully at Artem, cursing him silently with all his might.

“Sorry for making you watch such a farce.”

With Eroch firmly subdued, Varka put on an apologetic act.

Artem played along with a sneer. “Watching you lot fight amongst yourselves—now that really is funny.”

“Grand Master Varka, I’ll overlook being woken up in the middle of the night this time. But your people wrecked half my hotel, dragged the whole city here to block my door, smeared our reputation, and nearly started a riot.”

“So tell me—how do you plan to make this right?”

As soon as Artem spoke, Varka knew what he was after.

But this time, Varka didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled, nodding. “Once I’ve sorted out this mess in the Knights, you’ll have your answer.”

“Fine, I’ll be waiting,” Artem replied, yawning and waving dismissively. “Now get out, would you? Some of us would like to sleep.”

...

Outside the Goth Grand Hotel, the mood among Mondstadt’s citizens had relaxed into idle chatter.

They’d seen the Grand Master go inside earlier.

With the Wolf of the North handling things, even a confrontation with the Fatui wasn’t something to fear.

But what no one expected—

When Varka finally reappeared, he was dragging Eroch out by the collar, limp as a dead dog.

The Knights who’d just been strutting about were now crestfallen, like roosters after a beating.

“Isn’t that the Inspector?!”

“Why is the Grand Master arresting the Inspector?”

“Wait, weren’t the Fatui the suspects? Why is it the Inspector getting dragged off?!”

“. . . !”

The crowd erupted in shocked uproar.

“Ahem.”

Varka cleared his throat.

Instantly, all conversation ceased. Every eye was on him.

“Here’s what happened,” Varka began, glancing at the ashen-faced Eroch. In a loud, clear voice, he declared, “After my investigation, Eroch is the prime suspect in the attack on Crepus.”

“The raid on the Fatui hotel was a deliberate ruse to cover up his crime.”

“His real aim was to spark a conflict between us and Snezhnaya.”

“And the evidence—right here!”

He held up the glove for everyone to see.

“This is the item stolen from Crepus during the attack. It is the most damning evidence.”

“Mmmph! Mmmph—!”

Listening to Varka pile all the blame on him in front of everyone, Eroch’s last shred of hope vanished. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped unconscious.

...

Outside, the crowd was abuzz.

Inside, however, it was quiet.

Leonid had already withdrawn the sixty-man squad, now helping the other Fatui clean up the chaos in the hotel.

Artem sat in his office, pen in hand, writing his mission report.

The Fatui’s internal regulations were strict.
No matter the outcome, every operation—especially with a surprise like the capture of the Snezhnayan mole Eroch—required a full report.

He documented the entire assassination attempt in detail.

From his arrival in Mondstadt and the start of his investigation, all the way to the battle in the wine cellar.

He spent thousands of words on the fight alone, every moment described so vividly anyone reading could imagine themselves there.

He made special note that no less than five people had moved to protect Crepus, including, unexpectedly, the Knights’ Chief Alchemist, Albedo.

Then he described Eroch’s arrival in Mondstadt to hunt for “evidence” as planned, only to have Grand Master Varka turn the tables and frame him instead.

He concluded with his own analysis:

"There is likely someone close to Eroch who betrayed him, reporting his corruption to Varka."

"Recommend a thorough sweep for moles within Mondstadt."

"After this incident, security around Crepus will certainly be strengthened. I recommend postponing further assassination attempts."

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T/N: hmmm who could be the mole...

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