Being the Former Archon's Live-in Cook

Act 8

Going to the Steambird at 9 am sharp in the morning either entertained the probability of exciting news versus the mundane ones that could just be glossed over without so much as a bat of the eye. It would, however, be preposterous to believe something like the latter would exist if someone like Charlotte was working for the Steambird due to her energetic pursuit of the truth. 

For someone like you with a 50/50 perspective on the world, you likened this short but purposeful visit to weather predictions. Just as the sunny weather brought forth warmth, brightness, and clear skies, the other side of it marshaled forth stormy skies looming over the horizon.  Though it was original to analogize things with the weather, that was not your goal for the day. 

Your sassy boss knew of a way to help you out in legal matters concerning your dad. If your mom wasn't an available choice then you'd go along with Furina's. Despite the comfortability a family member in the legal profession would provide, there were other reasons why you couldn't let your mom assist in this case. For starters, you weren't sure if familial relations would be an issue in the grand designs of the court. Ethical considerations, conflict of interests, the whole 'I'm-exercising-my-profession-the-right-way' shindig making itself known inside your mind. Some wanker in the sidelines would most likely comment that your mom wouldn't exercise a level of professionalism in favor of her family. Secondly, she wouldn't be notified of this being far away. And even if she was, she probably had already expected something like this to happen. You just had to hope your lucky stars she'd return sometime soon to see you as an excuse. 

It'd be a parodical and scarce decision to override this and go your own way now that it was delivered to you on a silver platter anyway. You'd settled already that whatever decision you ushered into your head would be momentarily discarded into the dustbin when Furina suggested a lawyer that boasted quite the clientele back in Liyue. 

Gifted with a sense of all-roundedness led you to obtain a knack in getting a good feel of certain things and knowing them to a decent extent. Such is the case when your passion wasn't limited to just cooking food with big expectations. A jack-of-all trades skill that you surely did not inherit from your dad. 

Fortunately, that individual Furina said to be a worthy recommendation was currently located in the said premises where Sir Arthur was (who constantly kept chirping with howdies and salutations).

"Before you question whether or not the person's here, you should ask dear Euphrasie at the front entrance about Yanfei."

How did Furina seem to exhibit traits of an infant at home when she functioned so normally outside like an independent human being? It inspired you to be honest, followed by a couple of fist-whackings from her.

To save your family name from further embarrassment, you just took your movements to stride and set to finish your objectives for today.

You marched up those steps, a bit too hasty for your liking, and stand face-to-face with the chief editor of the Steambird with a sassy brat in tow.

"Excuse me, is the person named Yanfei around here?" you ask Euphrasie as Sir Arthur, the official Steambird's verbal oscillations became more prominent with the distance covered. 

"Oh? Could you mean the woman hailing from Liyue? She had been here for over an hour ago." 

"Y/N, Furina de Fontaine." Clorinde appeared out of nowhere, scaring you effortlessly as the hair on your back raised up like a cat would in sense of danger. "It is nice to see you both here."