The four members of the squad finished having their wounds treated at the Medical Division.
They were assigned to a relatively isolated tent with a heater to rest.
“Aqina, are you really determined to go under Lady Rosalyne’s command?” Tatiana sat beside the heater.
“With your rating, you’re fully qualified to join the elite units under the Captain or Childe, and you might even be valued more.” “Yeah, I’ve heard the competition in the combat department under The Eighth Seat is fierce.” Iour also added, “Even though you’re unkillable, the pressure is immense.” Aqina leaned against the simple cot, feeling her body slowly recovering under the combined effects of skills and medicinal herbs.
She looked at the top of the tent and said slowly, “I know, but I still want to go to Lady Rosalyne’s.” “Why?” Tatiana asked, confused.
“Lady Rosalyne is mainly responsible for diplomacy and intelligence, right?
Although that’s important, there might not be as many opportunities for combat?” Aqina’s gaze went vacant, as if piercing through the tent.
Her tone suddenly took on a peculiar longing: “Lady Rosalyne is so beautiful.” “Huh?” The three looked at her together, stunned.
“Golden wavy hair, ice-blue eyes, such a great figure.
It’s simply amazing, the power of ice and fire intertwined in her…” Aqina simply counted on her fingers, her eyes getting brighter as she spoke, “That temperament, that aura, it’s absolute!” Tatiana choked on her saliva and coughed violently: “You…
you’re doing this for that reason?
Aqina, is your brain frozen?” Iour also held his forehead with a speechless expression: “Aqina, I thought you were a rational person.
I didn’t expect you to be like those lecherous old men in the regiment, drooling over the Harbingers’ portraits all day long?” “This is an appreciation of beauty!
A pure, noble appreciation!” Aqina looked serious and righteous, “Besides, how important are diplomacy and intelligence work?
This is called going deep behind enemy lines, strategizing; isn’t intelligence gathering more important than head-on confrontation?” Vera reminded her weakly from the side: “But Aqina, I’ve heard that Lady Rosalyne has a terrible temper, is extremely strict with her subordinates, and gets angry at the slightest provocation…
There are also rumors that when she’s in a bad mood, she beats and scolds soldiers and likes to step on people with her high heels…” She shuddered as she said this.
Aqina blinked: “That exciting?” Everyone: “…” Ah, damn!
Aqina, your focus is wrong!
Aqina didn’t mention the system’s recommendation or the popularity point requirements, nor did she mention that she wanted to transfer to a clerical position to enter the core of The Eighth Seat.
As a corporate slave in her past life, she knew too well the power of a core administrative position—resource allocation, information hub, even influencing decision-making.
In a place like the Fatui, sometimes the pen is more useful than the sword.
Moreover, within the promotion sector, that was the peak she could already reach, and there happened to be a vacancy now.
Even if she wasn’t fully qualified yet, she had to think about trying.
“Ahem.” Aqina straightened her expression and looked at Tatiana and Iour, “No more joking, I’m serious.
Lady Rosalyne is in charge of diplomacy and intelligence for many countries…
in short, there are many opportunities.
You want to go to the front line, you want to go to staff or logistics, and Vera wants to go to the medical team.
If we are all under Lady Rosalyne, even if we are in different departments, we can look out for each other.
It’s better than being scattered all over the place.” Tatiana hummed without objection.
Instead, she thought for a moment and nodded: “That makes sense.
My fire burns anywhere, as long as I can fight and earn military merit, it’s fine.” Iour sighed: “Anyway, my life was saved by you, so I’ll follow wherever you go.” Vera also nodded and said softly: “I’m fine with anything, as long as I’m with you guys.” Just then, a strange commotion suddenly came from outside the tent.
It seemed like there were orderly footsteps and some suppressed, excited whispering.
Aqina’s eyes narrowed, and she vaguely heard, “…She’s here.” “That lady is here in person…”, “…Fire Moth…” She struggled to sit up: “There seems to be a situation outside.” The four lifted the curtain at the tent entrance and looked out.
They saw a team of particularly eye-catching Fatui soldiers on the main road in the middle of the camp.
There weren’t many of them, about twenty people.
But each one stood tall and wore uniforms different from other Fatui soldiers.
Exquisite dark blue uniforms with fur-trimmed cloaks.
The most conspicuous thing was the badge they wore.
It was not the standard Fatui logo for regular troops.
It was an elegant moth Burning with flames.
“Fire Moth badge…” Tatiana couldn’t help but exclaim, “Those people are Lady Rosalyne’s personal Vanguard.” Aqina’s eyes lit up when she heard this.
She really came!
And with the Vanguard clearing the way, this meant…
Her heart rose slightly, and she cast her expectant gaze towards the end of the main road.
Everyone’s gaze, like Aqina’s, involuntarily focused there.
First, the crisp sound of heels, unhurried, with an elegant rhythm.
Then, a touch of dazzling gold came into view.
Rosalyne-Kruzchka-Lohefalter.
Fatui Harbinger, The Eighth Seat, [Lady Rosalyne].
She walked slowly into this recruit camp.
She was tall, standing out even among the generally large Snezhnayans.
Her golden hair was like flowing molten gold, shining brilliantly under the bleak light of Snezhnaya.
A part of it was elegantly pinned up, a small part draped in front of her shoulders, and the rest hung behind her.
She wore her iconic black hollowed-out mask that covered her right eye and the skin around it.
Her left eye was as pale blue as ice, and wherever her gaze swept, the air seemed to freeze.
She was wearing her iconic uniform that combined the characteristics of a Snezhnayan military uniform and some gorgeous dress.
With black, red, and gold as the main colors, it was well-tailored, outlining her mature and proud curves.
She wore a cape over her shoulders, but the neckline was quite low, revealing her exquisite collarbone and a touch of fair chest.
The skirt was split high on both sides, and her slender legs were faintly visible as she walked.
On her feet were high heels with thin heels, making sounds as she stepped on the frozen ground.
She walked just like that, ignoring the countless gazes of awe, fear, amazement, and obsession cast from all around.
Cold and hot, two contradictory temperaments perfectly blended in her.
Aqina’s pupils dilated slightly.
Even though she had seen Rosalyne countless times through the screen in her past life, when the real person appeared before her eyes in such an impactful way, that unique temperament belonging to Rosalyne still made her heart tremble.
Immediately after, she couldn’t help but complain wildly in her heart.
“System, System, did you see that?
It’s deep winter, and the cold wind in this ghost place of Snezhnaya is like a knife, stabbing into people.
Yet, Rosalyne is dressed like this in Snezhnaya!
Exposing her neck, waist, collarbone!
And her legs!
And wearing high heels!
Isn’t she afraid of getting arthritis?!
Or diarrhea?
This isn’t just choosing style over substance, right?” <Host’s intense emotional fluctuation detected.
Note: The Harbinger’s status has transcended mortals, and elemental power can regulate the surrounding environment and body temperature.
Lady Rosalyne, as a Flame Witch, is not afraid of the cold, and she possesses the Cryo Delusion bestowed by the Tsaritsa, with extremely high cold resistance.> The system explained deadpan.
Aqina: “…” Fine, you’re awesome.
Her attention quickly shifted from Rosalyne’s attire.
Her keen hearing caught some discordant whispers nearby.
Especially not far away, where a group of young recruits who looked like they were wearing better quality clothes and had an arrogant demeanor were gathered.
“…That’s [Lady Rosalyne]?
Even more…
tsk tsk than in the portraits.” “I heard she hasn’t selected a new chief yet?
My uncle said this is a good opportunity.” “Popov, didn’t you prepare a gift?
Go up and get familiar with her.
If you can be favored, even if you just stay under her as a clerk, it’s a hundred times better than going to the front line!” “Yes, Master Popov, you are talented and have a prominent family background.
If you offer the Snezhnayan Fire Rose we carefully prepared, you will definitely leave a deep impression on Lady Rosalyne!” The one called Popov was a greasy, frivolous-looking young nobleman.
Aqina couldn’t help but frown when she saw his appearance; damn noble scion.
Especially when the other party adjusted his uniform collar and a proud, eager-to-try smile appeared on his face.
“Of course, my father can even talk to the Knave.
Just a woman, even if she is a Harbinger, she should like flowers and compliments…” Aqina listened to these idiots’ loud plotting and couldn’t help but frown; the other party was truly greasy to her.
Watching that Popov actually holding that bouquet of Fire Roses, adjusting a smile he thought was the most handsome and dashing.
In her mind, suddenly, it was as if a lightning bolt had struck, and a flash of inspiration appeared.
A piece of plot information from a corner of the game in her past life, which she had almost forgotten, suddenly emerged.
It was something Tartaglia mentioned with a strange smile during a chat: “That woman, Lady Rosalyne, has a fiery temper…
It is said that at a recruit ceremony once, she flew into a rage and used her trump card on the recruits…
Ha, it’s a pity I didn’t see it with my own eyes.” So that’s it…
Could it be because of this?
Aqina looked at Popov and his lackeys with flattering smiles on their faces.
And looked at Rosalyne on the viewing platform, who was tilting her head slightly, listening to the low report of her Vanguard beside her.
Opportunity…
A huge opportunity!
This was simply a god-given opportunity!