Quarantine registration desks formed long queues, filled with the mixed scent of disinfectant and weary sweat. The people of Fontaine silently cooperated with the guidance of the Millelith and the inquiries of the relocation personnel.
"Is this... is this the 'palace' prepared for us?" Furina's voice carried a trace of imperceptible tremor. Her slender fingers pointed to rows of drab, crude temporary tents built simply with a few wooden boards and oilcloth, along with piles of completely unstyled, standard coarse cloth garments stacked beside them. Her azure eyes were filled with disbelief and a hint of thinly veiled disappointment. "Furina... I need, at the very least, a separate dressing room with a mirror." Her gaze swept over those rough fabrics, her brow slightly furrowed. Though her voice was not loud, it carried an undeniable insistence. "And these clothes... they don't even qualify as costumes for an extra. Please provide attire that meets basic... Fontaine decency. This is the bare minimum requirement."
The surrounding Liyue relocation officials looked at each other in dismay, wearing difficult expressions.
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