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"Tartaglia, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers. Codename: Childe. Say your last words and pray that any archon will come save you."

...

"Huh?! Wait! There's no need...I...".

You were breathing heavily, and trying to regain your composure.

The man held his bow in place, but his expression softened.

"You what, girlie?".

"I'm...Lady Y/N L/N. If you kill me, you will be faced with the wrath of my father.".

Childe couldn't help himself but laugh.

"Ahahahaha...is that so, my fair lady? Right then. Let's take you back to where you came from..".

...

You found yourself being handcuffed and dragged by this vile man, who, to your distaste, had no sense of respect, dragging you alongside him like a dog on a leash.

He had taken your vision and stuffed it in his pocket

You reached your mansion.

"I never knew I'd actually get to meet the sole daughter of His Excellence Lord L/N...".

He held the buzzer.

"Excuse me, but I'd like entrance into this grand mansion.".

You scoffed at his audacity.

"Sorry, sir, but could you please state your name?", came the reply from the guards.

"Childe. I'm Childe.".

"Apologies, sir, but-".

"I have the fair Lady Y/N. I'm simply returning her home. It's a shame to see a lady of her status out at this ungodly hour.".

There was silence at the other end of the phone.

"You may come in, but at caution, sir.".

The doors flung open to the spacious reception area, where the two of you were met by guards.

"Unhand Lady Y/N at once!".

Childe scoffed.

"Please, save yourself the trouble. I won't harm the girl.".

He let go of you, and you thudded to the floor at his feet, still handcuffed.

He materialised two daggers of pure water in his hands, gripping them firmly.

You gasped, at the sight of the ocean blue orb on his belt, similar to his eyes.

A hydro vision.

"But if you won't so kindly move out of my way, then I'd be more than happy to rip you all to shreds...'.

The first guard lunged at him.

Childe easily slashed at him, sending him flying to the other side of the room.

You stared wide-eyed as Childe casually smiled at the guard, who lay pained on the floor.

You were amazed at his strength.

If he hit you with that arrow of his back at the lake...

You surely couldn't have survived, not with your petite figure, delicate and unscathed.

"Is that any way to treat your guests?!", Childe laughed, as he took down each of the guards, one by one.

Your father came down the stairs, at the commotion, followed by your mother.

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