Knights of Favonius Headquarters
"Who's there—!"
Jean jolted awake instantly.
All the fatigue that had been weighing on her moments ago evaporated the second she heard the unfamiliar voice. Relying on instinct and training, she pivoted sharply, vaulted over her desk, and snatched her weapon from the side table—aiming it directly toward the intruder who had appeared behind her without a sound.
No ordinary person could slip past her senses like that.
But—
That voice…
Why did it feel vaguely familiar?
Jean's brows furrowed. The tone, the cadence—she was certain she'd heard it before. But when she actually saw the intruder, her entire body stiffened.
A… little girl?
No.
Absolutely not a normal little girl.
Seated casually atop a strange emerald-colored suitcase, the childlike figure stared back at her with a smile that made the air feel colder.
"Aw, scared you~? Captain Jean~?"
The girl swayed her legs lightly, amusement dancing in her serpent-green eyes.
Mobius—currently using the Mobius character card—studied Jean with clear fascination.
This was a reaction she rarely got from Mondstadt's calm, composed Acting Grand Master.
The moment Jean flipped over the desk to arm herself?
Mobius loved it.
A prey that still struggled, still resisted, still fought to escape—
That was always the most enjoyable.
Yes… this card's preferences really were something else.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Jean held her weapon firmly, tone sharp.
This "little girl" was far too suspicious, and her sudden appearance was dangerous in ways Jean instinctively understood.
Her voice was wrong.
Her aura was wrong.
Her presence was wrong.
Her mind instantly ran through every possible suspect:
The Abyss Order?
Fatui?
Some unknown faction?
And what was her goal?
"Don't be so tense, Captain Jean~" Mobius giggled softly. "I'm not going to gobble you up the moment we meet. Hmm? My name? Mobius. The one and only~ The real Mobius."
Jean blinked.
Mobius? A name she'd never heard in any intelligence report.
Fight?
Flee?
Call for help?
She didn't know which was the correct answer—but the girl's confidence terrified her for a different reason:
If Mobius could appear behind her without triggering any alarm—
Then what about the knights outside?
What about Lisa?
Was everyone already—
Jean's grip tightened.
"Thinking hard, are we?" Mobius tilted her head, resting her chin in her palm like she was solving a puzzle. "Let me guess~ You're thinking about strategy? Or maybe whether you can defeat me? Ah—right. You were actually wondering why I came here, weren't you?"
Before Jean could say anything, Mobius continued cheerfully:
"Didn't I already tell you? You're exhausted. So, I'm very tired. So why—"
Her smile curled into something unsettling, "—don't you take a break~?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mobius hopped off the suitcase and strode to Jean's desk, lifting one of the files Jean had been struggling with.
"Oh my~ You're even doing all these trivial tasks yourself? No wonder you look half dead. Captain Jean, have you truly considered hiring a secretary? Or an assistant?"
Jean's expression darkened with confusion.
She didn't understand.
What was Mobius trying to do?
People had tried persuading her to rest before, yes—
But no one had done it like this.
Not a stranger.
Not someone with this overwhelming, predatory presence.
No.
She didn't believe for a second that this Mobius was here for her well-being.
Jean adjusted her stance.
"I don't care who you are. Leave immediately—if you don't, I will use force."
"Hehe… Captain Jean," Mobius whispered, lowering her lashes, "you look so intimidating like that."
Then her smile sharpened.
"Well then—
If that's the case…"
She leaned forward slightly.
"Let me just—
eat you whole——"
The floor beneath her rippled.
A pool of dark emerald liquid appeared from nowhere—viscous, alive—and Mobius sank into it like she were being swallowed by the surface of a mirror.
Jean's breath caught.
What… What is that?!
Her pulse hammered as she spun in defensive stance—
"Got you~ Captain Jean~"
The voice echoed from below.
Her eyes widened.
"Below—!"
Too late.
The emerald liquid surged upward, wrapping around her ankles, then her legs—
"No—!"
Clatter—
Her weapon fell to the floor.
Jean was yanked downward, swallowed by the creeping liquid until nothing remained—
not even her shadow.
Silence returned to the office.
A moment later—
"Jean? Captain Jean? We've finished collecting all the citizen requests—eh?"
Lumine and Paimon rushed in, only to find an empty room.
No Jean.
Not even footsteps.
Just…
Paimon pointed.
"Lumine… look! Her weapon!"
Lumine hurried forward, picking up Jean's sword from where it lay abandoned on the floor.
"This doesn't make sense… She'd never leave this behind."
Her chest tightened.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Lumine! There's a note here!"
Paimon snatched it from the desk.
One sentence.
A trembling chill crept up Lumine's spine as she read:
"Captain Jean, I'll be taking her with me~"
Lumine exhaled shakily.
This was no ordinary situation.
Not a prank.
Not a misunderstanding.
"Jean… has been taken."
And the worst part?
No one knew by what.
Chapter 132 — Captain Jean, If That's the Case… Then Let Me Eat You Whole——Knights of Favonius Headquarters
"Who's there—!"
Jean jolted awake instantly.
All the fatigue that had been weighing on her moments ago evaporated the second she heard the unfamiliar voice. Relying on instinct and training, she pivoted sharply, vaulted over her desk, and snatched her weapon from the side table—aiming it directly toward the intruder who had appeared behind her without a sound.
No ordinary person could slip past her senses like that.
But—
That voice…
Why did it feel vaguely familiar?
Jean's brows furrowed. The tone, the cadence—she was certain she'd heard it before. But when she actually saw the intruder, her entire body stiffened.
A… little girl?
No.
Absolutely not a normal little girl.
Seated casually atop a strange emerald-colored suitcase, the childlike figure stared back at her with a smile that made the air feel colder.
"Aw, scared you~? Captain Jean~?"
The girl swayed her legs lightly, amusement dancing in her serpent-green eyes.
Mobius—currently using the Mobius character card—studied Jean with clear fascination.
This was a reaction she rarely got from Mondstadt's calm, composed Acting Grand Master.
The moment Jean flipped over the desk to arm herself?
Mobius loved it.
A prey that still struggled, still resisted, still fought to escape—
That was always the most enjoyable.
Yes… this card's preferences really were something else.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Jean held her weapon firmly, tone sharp.
This "little girl" was far too suspicious, and her sudden appearance was dangerous in ways Jean instinctively understood.
Her voice was wrong.
Her aura was wrong.
Her presence was wrong.
Her mind instantly ran through every possible suspect:
The Abyss Order?
Fatui?
Some unknown faction?
And what was her goal?
"Don't be so tense, Captain Jean~" Mobius giggled softly. "I'm not going to gobble you up the moment we meet. Hmm? My name? Mobius. The one and only~ The real Mobius."
Jean blinked.
Mobius? A name she'd never heard in any intelligence report.
Fight?
Flee?
Call for help?
She didn't know which was the correct answer—but the girl's confidence terrified her for a different reason:
If Mobius could appear behind her without triggering any alarm—
Then what about the knights outside?
What about Lisa?
Was everyone already—
Jean's grip tightened.
"Thinking hard, are we?" Mobius tilted her head, resting her chin in her palm like she was solving a puzzle. "Let me guess~ You're thinking about strategy? Or maybe whether you can defeat me? Ah—right. You were actually wondering why I came here, weren't you?"
Before Jean could say anything, Mobius continued cheerfully:
"Didn't I already tell you? You're exhausted. So, I'm very tired. So why—"
Her smile curled into something unsettling, "—don't you take a break~?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mobius hopped off the suitcase and strode to Jean's desk, lifting one of the files Jean had been struggling with.
"Oh my~ You're even doing all these trivial tasks yourself? No wonder you look half dead. Captain Jean, have you truly considered hiring a secretary? Or an assistant?"
Jean's expression darkened with confusion.
She didn't understand.
What was Mobius trying to do?
People had tried persuading her to rest before, yes—
But no one had done it like this.
Not a stranger.
Not someone with this overwhelming, predatory presence.
No.
She didn't believe for a second that this Mobius was here for her well-being.
Jean adjusted her stance.
"I don't care who you are. Leave immediately—if you don't, I will use force."
"Hehe… Captain Jean," Mobius whispered, lowering her lashes, "you look so intimidating like that."
Then her smile sharpened.
"Well then—
If that's the case…"
She leaned forward slightly.
"Let me just—
eat you whole——"
The floor beneath her rippled.
A pool of dark emerald liquid appeared from nowhere—viscous, alive—and Mobius sank into it like she were being swallowed by the surface of a mirror.
Jean's breath caught.
What… What is that?!
Her pulse hammered as she spun in defensive stance—
"Got you~ Captain Jean~"
The voice echoed from below.
Her eyes widened.
"Below—!"
Too late.
The emerald liquid surged upward, wrapping around her ankles, then her legs—
"No—!"
Clatter—
Her weapon fell to the floor.
Jean was yanked downward, swallowed by the creeping liquid until nothing remained—
not even her shadow.
Silence returned to the office.
A moment later—
"Jean? Captain Jean? We've finished collecting all the citizen requests—eh?"
Lumine and Paimon rushed in, only to find an empty room.
No Jean.
Not even footsteps.
Just…
Paimon pointed.
"Lumine… look! Her weapon!"
Lumine hurried forward, picking up Jean's sword from where it lay abandoned on the floor.
"This doesn't make sense… She'd never leave this behind."
Her chest tightened.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Lumine! There's a note here!"
Paimon snatched it from the desk.
One sentence.
A trembling chill crept up Lumine's spine as she read:
"Captain Jean, I'll be taking her with me~"
Lumine exhaled shakily.
This was no ordinary situation.
Not a prank.
Not a misunderstanding.
"Jean… has been taken."
And the worst part?
No one knew by what.
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