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Furina sat at her mahogany desk, the soft glow of candlelight casting a flickering warmth against the polished surface. Papers, each intricately detailed with legal jargon and coded information, were strewn in organized chaos before her. Her fingers drummed lightly on the parchment, her gaze narrowing as she focused on the daunting case at hand: the investigation of the Fatui Mafia, an organization with roots so deeply entangled in Fontaine's underworld that they had become almost untouchable. At the center of it all was their enigmatic and ruthless leader—Arlecchino, the Knave.

The silence in the office was suffocating, only broken by the rustle of paper and the occasional creak of her chair as she shifted. The room, though expansive, felt constrictive under the weight of what she was reading. Each page told a damning story of corruption, smuggling, and violence, painting a picture of an empire built on fear and bloodshed. Yet, as Furina flipped through the reports, her eyes locked onto something that made her pause: entire sentences blacked out, lines redacted with heavy, deliberate strokes of ink.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Redactions were common in high-profile cases involving state secrets or sensitive information. But this? This felt different. These weren't just standard redactions; they were carefully targeted omissions, information that had been meticulously erased from the public eye. The weight of it settled in her stomach like a stone. She traced the blackened lines with her fingertip, her lips pressing into a thin line of frustration.

"What are you hiding?" she muttered under her breath, leaning closer to the paper, hoping to glean anything from the remnants of the sentences left visible around the censorship. But there was nothing. Only vague implications of something darker, something deeper.

As she sat there, staring at the redacted lines, Furina's mind began to wander, pulling her into fragmented memories—visions of a past life that had been slowly resurfacing over the past few months. She had once been more than the Chief Justice of Fontaine. In her former life, she had been an Archon, wielding power over justice itself. But that life had been taken from her, shattered by betrayal.

Images of a woman flashed in her mind—Arlecchino, her cold eyes gleaming in the dim light of an ancient hall. The final confrontation between them had been brutal, swift, and unforgiving. Furina had been left to die, stripped of her power and title, while Arlecchino rose to become one of the most feared figures in Teyvat.

Even now, centuries later, the wound of that betrayal festered in her heart.

With a sharp breath, Furina snapped back to the present. She couldn't afford to be distracted. Not now, when she was on the brink of uncovering something crucial. She skimmed the document once more, searching for anything that could give her a clue as to what had been deliberately hidden. Her eyes caught on a small, hastily written note scrawled in the margin of one of the pages:

"Not used in the trial."

The words stood out like a beacon amidst the chaos of legal terminology and redacted text. Her pulse quickened.

What hadn't been used in the trial? And more importantly, why had it been excluded?

Furina's mind raced as she pieced together the implications. Someone, somewhere, had chosen to suppress vital evidence.

But for what purpose? Could this missing information have changed the outcome of the trial? Could it have provided insight into Arlecchino's motives, or perhaps even revealed a conspiracy within Fontaine's own judicial system?

She held her forehead him her hands as she grunted and sighed frustrate. "OH FOR FONTAINES FUCKING SAKE!" She screamed loudly.

She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to sink into the depths of her resurfacing memories. Arlecchino's face, as clear as day, filled her mind's eye. The Knave had always been calculating, her actions driven by ambition and an unwavering desire for control. And in their final moments, in that life long lost to time, Arlecchino had looked down on Furina with cold indifference, leaving her to perish.

The betrayal stung as fresh as it had all those centuries ago.

Forcing herself to focus, Furina stood from her desk and began to pace the room. The light from the candles cast long shadows across the floor, their flickering movements mirroring the storm brewing in her mind. The missing pieces of this case weren't just about the Fatui Mafia anymore. This was about something deeper, something tied to her own past—a betrayal that had transcended time itself.

Her footsteps echoed through the room as she walked back and forth, trying to make sense of it all. The censored lines, the suppressed evidence, Arlecchino's rise to power—it all felt too connected, too purposeful to be mere coincidence.

A sudden knock at the door jolted her from her fumed thoughts.

"Lady Focolurs ?" A clerk stepped into the room, bowing slightly before presenting another stack of papers. "More documents on the Fatui case, as you've requested."

Furina nodded, collecting herself, barely acknowledging the clerk as they placed the new files on her desk and exited the room. Her attention was wholly consumed by the task at hand. She returned to her seat, her eyes scanning the new documents for any further clues, any hidden connections that could lead her closer to the truth.

But even as she searched, a part of her knew that the real answers wouldn't be found in these papers. They were out there, with Arlecchino. The Knave had played her cards perfectly, leaving just enough ambiguity in her actions to escape true justice. But Furina knew, deep down, that their confrontation was far from over.

She leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly as the weight of her past and present collided. This case wasn't just about Fontaine. It was about her. About who she had once been and the unfinished business that lingered from her past life.

She looked once more at the redacted lines, the missing truth hidden beneath layers of ink. With a sudden burst of resolve, she slammed the file shut.

"I will find you," she whispered to herself, her voice steady, laced with determination. "And this time, I won't let you escape. And when I find you I'll make you pay for all the shit you did to me.."

As the silence of the room enveloped her once more, Furina allowed herself a moment to remember what it felt like to be more than just a figurehead of justice. She had been a force of nature once—a judge, jury, and executioner all in one. And now, as the shadows of her past life began to loom ever closer, she realized that the time to reclaim that power had come.

There would be no running from the truth. Not for Arlecchino. Not for the Fatui.

And certainly not for her...

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Later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the city of Fontaine, Furina found herself standing on the balcony of the Palais Mermonia, the seat of Fontaine's justice system. The crisp evening air gently stirred her long, silken hair as she gazed down at the bustling streets below. The soft hum of activity from the city was a stark contrast to the tempest raging within her mind. The new developments in the Fatui Mafia case had left her unsettled, and the blacked-out sentences continued to gnaw at her thoughts.

She had spent hours combing through the files, trying to make sense of the omissions, but the more she dug, the more questions arose. There was something missing, something vital that had been intentionally hidden from her. And worse, it felt personal—as though someone had taken great care to ensure that certain details about Arlecchino and her organization never saw the light of day.

The sky, now streaked with violet and deep indigo, seemed to mirror the storm of uncertainty swirling inside her. She let out a slow, deliberate breath, her fingers gripping the marble railing. This was more than just a case now. It was a matter of unfinished business, of justice long overdue. Memories from her past life—the Archon War, the fall of Khaenri'ah, the truth of her divinity, and the betrayal by Arlecchino—flooded her mind in fragmented flashes.

She had long since remembered who she once was: the God of Justice, The Hydro Archon of Fontaine. And with that memory came the bitter sting of Arlecchino's betrayal, how the Knave had coldly taken her life and her power. It was no surprise that the Fatui had flourished in her absence, with Arlecchino rising to become one of the most feared individuals in all of Teyvat.

"That fucking basterd.." she mumbled.

But here, now, Furina was alive once more, though under a different guise, reincarnated into this new world where justice was still her domain. Yet, the ghost of her past life lingered in every breath she took. How ironic that, after centuries, she found herself once again embroiled in a battle with The Knave—a battle that seemed destined to repeat on for however long she might live...

The sound of footsteps behind her drew her attention. She turned to see one of her aides, a young woman with neatly pinned hair and glasses, approach with a sense of urgency.

"Lady Focolurs," she said, bowing slightly. "We've received additional documents from the Bureau of Investigation. They contain some of the records that were previously missing. You might find them... illuminating."

Furina's eyes narrowed slightly. The servant's choice of words wasn't lost on her. Without a word, she motioned for the woman to leave the files on her desk inside her office. The aide nodded and quickly disappeared into the office, leaving Furina once again alone with her thoughts.

She stayed on the balcony for a few more moments, letting the wind tousle her hair as the lights of Fontaine flickered on, illuminating the streets below. The city seemed so peaceful from up here, so detached from the corruption that lurked beneath its surface. And yet, she knew better. The Fatui's influence ran deep, and with Arlecchino at the helm, their reach had extended further than she had ever anticipated.

With a quiet sigh, Furina turned and walked back into her office. The grand, opulent room—furnished with dark wood, velvet drapes, and intricate tapestries—felt stifling compared to the open air of the balcony. Her eyes immediately went to the stack of new documents on her desk, and without hesitation, she sat down in her leather chair.

The light from the ornate chandelier above cast a warm, golden hue over the papers as she began to sift through them. Her fingers traced over the parchment, her mind absorbing every detail. These documents, unlike the previous ones, were less redacted. Some lines were still blacked out, but there was enough information to piece together a broader picture.

Her eyes scanned a particular paragraph, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the name she had been dreading: Arlecchino.

It was a report detailing several key operations the Fatui Mafia had undertaken in the past few years, but one line stood out to her:

"The Knave has been observed consolidating power within Fontaine, securing alliances with high-ranking officials. Her rise within the city's criminal network has been facilitated by..."

And then, more redactions.

Furina's grip tightened on the paper. Whoever was involved in these machinations had gone to great lengths to hide their tracks. But this was more than just a simple cover-up. Arlecchino was playing a long game, and Furina was starting to realize just how deep the corruption ran.

As she flipped through the next page, her breath caught in her throat. There was a document—old, weathered, and barely legible. It had been smuggled out from the archives, detailing an event from nearly five hundred years ago. The words were faint, but clear enough to send a chill down her spine:

"Concerning the trial of Arlecchino and the events surrounding the fall of the Hydro Archon... certain evidence was withheld from the proceedings."

Furina's blood ran cold. This wasn't just a mafia case anymore. This was a direct link to her past—a past she had thought buried under centuries of time and forgetfulness. The document suggested that the betrayal had been far more orchestrated than she had realized, and someone—perhaps even within her own city—had played a hand in her fall.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the weight of everything settled on her. She had been reincarnated into a new life, but the sins of the past had followed her, creeping back into the present with terrifying clarity. And now, the one person she had trusted most in her past life—Arlecchino—was at the center of it all.

She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment as the enormity of the situation threatened to overwhelm her.

How could she bring justice to a system that was so deeply compromised? How could she confront Arlecchino after all this time?

But even as doubt crept into her mind, a fire began to burn within her—a fire she hadn't felt in centuries. The fire of justice, of retribution. The Knave had escaped her once, but not again.

Not this time.

She opened her eyes, determination hardening her features. She would find the truth, no matter how deep it was buried, and she would make sure that Arlecchino answered for her crimes. Fontaine's justice system would not fail, not while she still had the power to change it.

And as she glanced once more at the blacked-out lines, Furina made a silent vow: No more secrets. No more lies.

The wind howled outside, and the shadows of the past began to creep ever closer, but this time, Furina was ready.

This time, justice would be served.

"I will make your life hell when I see you.. for all the things you did to me.. you killed me and manipulated my feelings.. I swear on my last dying breath I will make you pay for every last drop of blood you spilled.."

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WHOAAAA! GUYS NY WRITERS BLOCK WENT AWAY! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA anyways yea sorry for the late chapter I have the next chapter planned out :3 and yea! I hope this will get as many likes as the other one😞ok.. ok so yea I'll write arleechino pov later this week or today im just writing like crazy rn so yea might get double post today! :3 love you lake Lillie's<3!

-Furina de Fontaine~!