𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.. 𝘾𝙮𝙣𝙤 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘾𝙮𝙣𝙤'𝙨 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚

⚠️⚠️𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙊𝙁𝙁 𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙍𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀⚠️⚠️

𝘼/𝙣: 𝙔𝙚𝙨... 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩... 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝..

𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙆𝙀𝙋𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀𝘼 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 <3

Y/n's eyes scanned through the report, fatui camps surrounding Sumeru city, Eremites causing trouble around Port Ormos, these were one of the few things they had to deal with. It wasn't easy being the problem solver, dealing with issues like these can cause bad headaches..

"Another camp site spotted? This is the sixth one this week..." Y/n mumbled, their hand holding the paper while the other rubbed their temples. 

Their office was usually quiet most of the time, it was located in the Akademiya, and they were in charge for the week. Many people, travellers, forest rangers, Scholars, and sometimes Sages ask Y/n to clear out big issues that they themselves can't handle, but one thing is for certain, they're only a last choice. 

"Great, another camp just after this one, what's up with these fatuis?!" Y/n leaned on their chair, clearly today wasn't the day for them. 

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door was heard, Y/n's glanced at the door, an irritated sigh escaped, before asking the person to come in. 

"Y/n L/n, " The Scholar bowed before entering their office. "The General Mahamatra would like to see you at Port Ormos.."

Y/n's heart dropped, though they were good with dealing with any problem, anything that had to do with Lord Jackal is something they, for some reason, can't do. People could say, Y/n was under Lord Cyno's work, he uses them for information, or assisting out strategies. A hesitant cough escaped their lips, and their cold attitude returned.

"Right, I will meet him once I'm done here," Their eyes lingered down at the reports, " You are dismissed." 

The Scholar bowed, before quietly exiting themselves out of the room. Once the door closed shut, Y/n's cold facade vanished, and panic arise. What am I going to do?! I have all these reports to do.. I can't visit him now?! Am I in trouble!? Will I suffer judgment?!!

Y/n stood up from their desk and paced around, trying to think of any possible conclusions. I sent my reports to him, was that it? What could he possibly need me for? Assisting with strategies again?

"Damnit," Y/n grabbed their small bag and began heading out, leaving the unsigned reports on the table.