Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

They concealed their existence and will, so that even though everyone knew of the manipulator's existence, they could not see who that manipulator really was.

The only thing they were certain of was that the turbulent, frigid storm had come from the distant, frigid north.

Everything seemed to foreshadow the Fools' actions; their iron cavalry would eventually sweep across the land, and the figures of the eleven executors, symbolizing the stars that guided the Fools, would be scattered across the land.

Those iron-clad figures came from the snow-covered land, as white as silver, proclaiming the clarion call that represented the Empress's might.

Their figures walked in the moonless night, trekking through the gilded, endless desert.

The figures of those who call themselves fools are everywhere on earth, their fame spreading far and wide as winter approaches.

No one knew their purpose, and no one could stop them.

An unseen upheaval was spreading to various countries, making countless people feel as if they could smell the smoke of war.

That was the prelude to an impending war, a change drastically different from the originally predetermined fate, leaving no one to know what kind of waves the butterfly of destiny would stir up.

In this theater that takes the entire continent of Teyvat as its stage, no one is uninvolved in this upheaval; everyone at the center of this vortex is both the clown and the audience of this drama.

No one is an exception, and no one is exempt.

The same applies even to those who govern the nations of this earthly land.

In this game of chess, no one is a player; everyone is a piece in the game, without exception.

A figure in a crisp white dress stands atop a plateau, gazing down upon the vast expanse of life on earth, as if taking in everything on this land.

The girl with golden eyes closed her eyes slightly. As one of the few beings outside the chessboard in this game, she could also feel the smell of gunpowder permeating the continent called Teyvat.

She also knew perfectly well who was the mastermind behind this battlefield filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In my mind, I recalled the time when I first met that person, the contract they made with me, and the agreement they reached between us.

This smoke of battle signaled the unfolding drama across the Teyvat continent, and she understood that it was the man's signal to her that it was time to take action.

The girl, whose mind was filled with such thoughts, did not utter a single word until a short figure with a bone mask covering its face suddenly emerged from the void and floated to her side.

The short, abyss mage wielding a staff brought her other news as he appeared.

The Abyss Mage bowed respectfully to her and reported the situation to the girl.

"Your Highness, we have learned that the executor recently added to the Fatui Clan, known as the 'Prince,' is actually your blood relative."

"Now that the Fools have begun their actions, should we also begin ours?"

The girl, addressed as "Your Highness" by the Abyss Mage, did not answer. Instead, she pondered the information she had received and the details of the contracts and agreements she had made with that man in the past.

She knew the reason why the other party did this, but the unexpected timeframe was somewhat different from what she had initially expected, which made her think that she had plenty of time.

The current changes are already proving that the butterfly's wings have brought about alterations, disrupting her initial preparations and plans.

Amidst a multitude of other thoughts swirling in her mind, she finally made up her mind. Since the plan had changed drastically from what she had envisioned, she would temporarily set aside those original considerations.

You can't accomplish great things if you keep looking back and forth. There's nothing in this world that you can do only after you're absolutely certain of success.

Sometimes, plans can never keep up with changes in things. When changes occur, sticking to the original plan will only lead to failure in the end.

If we can't proceed according to the original plan, then we'll proceed with the alternative options.

After clearing her mind of all other unnecessary thoughts, Ying opened her eyes and gave a calm instruction to the Abyss Mage behind her.

"Let's stick to the original plan. If we can't get involved, let's stir things up even more and make Teyvat... a complete mess."

After saying this, Ying paused slightly, and then continued to add to the Abyss Mage.

"If conditions permit, the cult can use 'that thing' to recreate the war between the demon gods."

"I understand, Your Highness."

Having received Ying's reply, the Abyss Mage understood the will of the prince he served.

As Ying's subordinate, he did not question her answer; he simply followed her wishes.

Other things and consequences are not things they need to consider.

The religious organization only needs to do its job well.

After conveying his receipt of the order to Ying, the abyss mage bowed respectfully to Ying once more, as if bidding farewell, and then vanished from his original spot in a flash.

Only Ying remained, standing there gazing at the distant view, murmuring softly to herself.

"It's time to do what I should do. Once this is done, everything will be over... Then, brother, we can go back to how we were before and embark on our journey again..."

"Just wait a little longer... just a little longer..."

Ying murmured these words softly, took a deep look at the distant snow country in the north, and then her figure disappeared from the spot, as if she had never been there at all.

Meanwhile, in the distant northern lands, in that pure white world...

Pantalone seemed to already know everything, and even foresaw what was about to happen.

However, he, who didn't care about those things, was about to do something more important than anything else.

Following the gathering of the Fools' Enforcers, which symbolized the start of the Fools' Game, all the Enforcers subsequently began their own actions.

Apart from a few executives who were required to stay until winter, the rest of the executives had their own tasks to perform.

As one of the few executors who remained until winter, Pantalone made some minor modifications to herself through a specially made 'cybernetics' and her own body.