Nefer

Nefer uses a tall model. She has fair skin and bright green eyes with inverted white triangular pupils. Her hair is cut short, shoulder-length, and is dark green, fading to a lighter shade at the bottom. Her bangs reach her eyes. She has a mark under her right eye resembling the Eye of Ra, and a mole under her left. She is 170 centimeters tall.

She wears golden wing-shaped cuff earrings that have green triangle earrings hanging from the bottom, as well as a golden headpiece attached to the back of her head that resembles pointed wings that are curled at the ends. She dons a short, sleeveless, backless halterneck dress that is dark green on top and white on the bottom, with the bottom half having golden accents. The two halves are separated by a golden motif of crossed wings, with small green accents in the middle. She also wears a dark, cape-like cape that covers her shoulders and splits into three strips of fabric at the back; the middle section is dark green with light green accents, while the other two sections are dark green with gold accents and a green interior that fades to light green at the end. The cape-like cape itself has golden frames with green gemstones on the shoulders, around the neckline, and at the back; Her Moon Wheel Dendro is attached to the middle of a curved golden frame on her back.

Her accessories include long, dark, oblique gloves that attach to gold arm guards around her biceps; these gloves have green accents and gold claw-like fastenings on the fingertips. Two claw-like fastenings on her thumbs are green, and she wears a gold pattern around each wrist. She also has two gold bracelets with green accents on her right wrist and a black thigh belt around her right hip with a gold, inverted triangle embellishment on the front with a green stone in the center. Her footwear consists of gold high heels with a detailed gold metal strap around each ankle, green accents, and a dark green heel.

Moon Wheels are Vision-like objects from Nod-Krai. They are visually identical to Nod-Krai Visions except for the faint crescent moon visible on the gemstone. They are "formed from the stuff of the soul" and allow their users to manipulate the elements like Visions, but instead of using regular elemental energy, they use kuuvahki, an ancient, purer form of elemental power. Lunar Reactions use kuuvahki and all playable Moon Wheel users have Moonsign Benediction Passives that enable Lunar Reactions. Moon Wheels were originally created by the Heavenly Principles and the Three Moons, and were given to the Moon Goddesses' human followers to allow the Goddesses to communicate with them in rituals. It's likely that Visions were formed from the same principle, with kuuvahki replaced by modern elemental energy.

Nod-Krai, also known as the borderlands, is an autonomous region located on the edge of Teyvat in the southernmost part of Snezhnaya.

Snezhnaya is one of the seven nations of Teyvat and one of the major regions. It is the nation that worships the Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon. The Fatui, a military force under her control, is particularly notorious for their diehard devotion and their unscrupulous methods in enacting her will. The autonomous region Nod-Krai is located at the southernmost part of Snezhnaya.

Nasha Town is a "bustling" town. During the day, mercantile debate and reckless arguments can be heard everywhere on the streets. And at night, whispered schemes and the secret plots of thieves abound in the town's more dimly lit rooms. Like a butterfly languidly flitting in the summer, these wild ambitions and intrigues linger soundlessly around every corner. Countless are those who have chased said butterfly, hoping to one day find a land of plenty and safety. Meanwhile, the one true feline, the one capable of felling butterflies with a single pounce, crouches high above, gazing down upon those who chase illusions as they furiously clash and clamor, only to fall once more. "Ashru." At the sound of his owner's call, the feline turned his gaze away from those with whom he was not at all concerned. For no matter how the world changed, his owner would always have tasty dried fish in hand. As long as he stayed by her side, he would never go hungry.

A friend whose eyes shone in two different colors held Nefer's hands, smiling warmly. "Don't forget to write once you start studying at the Akademiya, alright?" The child, who had lost her home, offered a wan smile and nodded in return. In just a few more days, she would set off for the Akademiya with their representative and begin a brand-new chapter in her life. Though the future felt too vast for the young Nefer to grasp, and she had no way of knowing which path she would eventually take, she was more than happy to lose herself in a whirlwind of imagined possibilities. It'd be best if she could end up at Amurta — she was a perfect fit for their research, with how easily she could identify desert flora and fauna. If not... well, Kshahrewar was an option too. The mechanical sciences seemed pretty interesting, and besides, she was nifty with her hands. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad fit either. As for Spantamad... forget it. She didn't have a Vision, so manipulating elemental energy was out of the question. Doing research there would be a total pain, she was sure of it. What other places were there again? Oh... there was still Haravatat, Rtawahist... Nefer gradually fell asleep, cocooned in those fantastic thoughts. In her past dreams, she would sometimes find herself back in that dark cellar, hands over her ears, not daring to breathe lest she was discovered. But always, the door would swing open violently, and she would see that sword, stained dark red, come down on her... And then, she would wake up, screaming. But now her dreams were filled with all those wonderful Darshans, so much so that there was no room left for the shadows of her past. Yet reality was like a pit of desert quicksand, and imagination was but another thing for it to swallow whole. "...Nefer? Oh, the one from the desert... You've been assigned to Vahumana." Such was the scholar's pronouncement as he looked down at her.

"But I haven't taken the test to determine which Darshan I should go to yet." "The test? That's not necessary. Just go there with your books now." "..." The scholar's response was cold and guarded. Indeed, he was expecting a protracted argument with the girl. "I understand." The student from the desert nodded her head, picked up her books, and walked silently towards her future. All the pompous justifications the scholar had prepared caught in his throat. Now his breathing felt a little more difficult, if anything. "...Tsk, desertfolk." ...In any case, a single drop of water had slipped through the cracks in the Akademiya's grand edifice, falling towards the desert. For a desert dweller like her, it was already more than enough. ... Another researcher frowned as he watched the girl walk away. "That assignment was far too arbitrary. Every student admitted to the Akademiya has the right to sit for the test." "I'm just following the rules, Cyrus. Now don't go making trouble for yourself. Admitting one of the desertfolk is already..." "From where I'm standing, I can't see if she's from the desert or the rainforest. All I see is a student who's here at the Akademiya to learn..." "...Fine, fine. Now keep your voice down, unless you want trouble from Azar's ilk."

In the stillness of night, a lone candle flickered, casting a soft glow over the corner of a sheet of letter paper. A letter to a friend had but only begun. "Dear Candace, I have begun my studies at the Akademiya..." Nefer's pen paused mid-stroke as she hesitated, unsure of what to write next. She searched her mind, only to recall the questions from her classmates — some asked with pointed intent, others not quite so. "Are the desertfolk always fighting each other? And if yes, why? The ancient texts say it's mostly over money and water. Is that really so?" "Is it true that the desertfolk can't count? I heard that it was the Akademiya who sent people to teach them math." "What do your people eat? Heh, I heard that desertfolk often drink animal blood, and that's how they've been able to survive in the desert all this time. Is that true?" ... These students, who have never been touched by any sort of hardship, have never seen me as a peer, let alone as an equal human being. To them, I'm nothing more than a curiosity, an object to be gawked at. The only reason I'm allowed to exist here is because they need someone to use as a footstool. I've tried explaining, yelling, presenting every piece of evidence, and I've dug up every story from the depths of my heart, all just to prove that we aren't the "desertfolk" they imagine us to be. ...I think that perhaps I should return to Aaru Village. There is no place for me here at the Akademiya. I miss you too, Candace... ... Unfortunately, the paper material was too thin to carry these heartfelt words of hers, and she was forced to confine her message to only what was appropriate and proper. Nefer continued writing, choosing instead to focus on the Akademiya and the differences between its various Darshans, the delicious food and other curious tales to be heard in Sumeru City, and the magnificent Grand Bazaar... Finally, these "words from the heart" came to a comforting conclusion.

"...I've made a new friend who's very interested in incense. I'll introduce her to you when I get the chance." "Yours faithfully, Nefer."

"...You sure know how to spin a tale, newcomer, with all this talk of Sumeru and deserts..." The coarse treasure hunter shrugged as she eyed up the desert dweller before her once more. According to the so-called "middleman," the girl was a rising star in Nod-Krai, as clever and cunning as a viper... Tch. That "Middleman" would make any boast for the right amount of coin. This kid? She wouldn't last a month in Nod-Krai... "I've taken care of the debt you asked me to collect." The self-proclaimed "veteran" of a treasure hunter froze as a dark red coin pouch landed abruptly in front of her. ...She'd never told the girl what she had hired her to do. "And now, it's time for you to pay what you owe." The treasure was dazed for a brief moment, but that was enough for the viper to strike and sink its fangs into its prey's neck. The treasure hunter's life and strength slipped away before her instincts could even kick in. In short order, this depraved beast had met its end. The dispossessed desert dweller slowly let exhaled as the one who had been waiting outside the room stepped in without a sound. "Miss Nefer, the others have also been eliminated according to plan. This was the last one." Nefer nodded. This infamous treasure hunter was the last "leader" she had to eliminate. Once upon a time, Nod-Krai was ruled by these so-called "leaders" who, behind closed doors, carved the land up into individual spheres of influence. Like the tyrants and usurpers that some exiles far from home had fled, they had quietly seized this Elysium, which by rights belonged to all, and unleashed their pawns to commit acts of brutality at will. But Nefer knew that those seemingly loyal minions also nursed ambitions of sinking their own fangs into those who sat enthroned. Once the king of these beasts was discovered dead in her room, those dreams that once seemed illusory would now have a chance to become reality.

Once the king of these beasts was discovered dead in her room, those dreams that once seemed illusory would now have a chance to become reality. Then they would fight, devour, and plunder, tearing each other apart even as the flames of ambition scorched their own flesh, all to forge a crown from bone and blood, a crown that would grant them power over all. And Nefer would shatter that crown with her own two hands the moment it appeared. "...What should we do next, Miss Nefer?" "Wait," came the short and succinct answer from the leader of the assassins. "We wait till daybreak and for the dust to settle..." The future owner of the Curatorium of Secrets contemplated the chaos surging in the palm of her hand, and then she spoke again. "Bring more hands in to help. We don't want to drag innocent people into this." "They will be my valued clients in the future, after all."

The Curatorium of Secrets, standing at the heart of Nasha Town with its doors nearly always firmly shut, is an endless wellspring of urban legends for the town's residents. Some say that the owner, a native of Sumeru, nurtures an army of grotesque minions within using various mysterious rituals, and that when the stars are right, she will unleash these war hounds to bring destruction upon all... Though most know these rumors were just made-up tales without even an ounce of truth in them, stories about a mysterious boss always make for lively conversation around the tavern table. But for those who have had little choice but to visit the Curatorium and thus actually know what goes on in there, speaking with Nefer herself is anything but a matter of entertainment. They would rather face caged monsters or some malicious spell, for at least then, there might be some real satisfaction to be had. And yet, whenever Miss Nefer receives them, she speaks in a tone most ordinary, calmly brewing tea as if she had never personally destroyed a gang, led a certain boss to ruin, or ever sparked conflict between any rival factions. As if she were not the unseen hand stirring the waters of Nod-Krai, keeping them just the right degree of murky... Once, a trembling young man drew his blade against her. In his foolishness, he declared that no matter how meticulous a schemer Nefer was, she was still flesh and blood, and all he needed was one moment of reckless courage to bring her down... The owner of the Curatorium paid no heed to the feeble threat. Instead, she commended him with a small smile. At the very least, he alone had followed his heart and dared to draw steel. The others before him had spoken of revenge, but in truth had hidden behind hollow bravado, hoping to use such posturing to bargain for petty profit. For his foolish — yet admirable — show of bravery, Nefer was willing to tell the young man what kind of person could truly walk the path of victory.

There are indeed many powerful figures in Nod-Krai. Some command vast wealth, others possess fearsome reputations. Yet none of them can emerge as the ultimate victor. Their names and fortunes have become shackles, making them hesitant and overly cautious, afraid that any wrong move might shatter some precious bauble. Furthermore, age has caught up with them, and they can sense death drawing near. The distractions they once ignored have returned with a vengeance, and now, night after night, they lie awake, haunted by memories and the looming shadow of their own end. "Now, look at you. At least you still have your whole life ahead of you. That alone gives you the room to become more than ordinary." Then the owner of the Curatorium of Secrets smiled, and she offered the youth a commission with which he could potentially make a name and fortune for himself. "Be honest with yourself. What do you think you can accomplish on your own?" ... Another client had just left the Curatorium. Nefer closed the door, then poured some water into Ashru's bowl. She crouched down and spoke to the cat, who remained in his own world as he drank. "...Well, Ashru. Looks like we've just brought on another temp. They're brave, sure, but tied down with a ton of baggage. I doubt they'll make it very far." "We seem to have gone through everyone in town, but there isn't anyone interesting enough, it seems..." "Meow meow? Meow, meow meow..." "What? I was late in filling your bowl today, you say? Hehe. Alright then, I'll see if I can find you someone full-time." "Obviously, we can't have you going without water, so let's find you someone first, interesting or not." "Meow! Meow meow!"

A good chunk of Nod-Krai's residents were left speechless when the Curatorium of Secrets announced that it would officially open its doors to the public and accept commissions from anyone. When the news broke, the adults' first instinct was to grab their children and warn them: "I'm telling you, don't you dare take even half a step closer to that place!" To reinforce their warnings, they would then cite a slew of bizarre urban legends, most of which were entirely fabricated. Their unease about the Curatorium stemmed largely from an instinctive fear of the unknown. However, children don't tend to think that deeply. What they remember is how kind and pretty Big Sister Nefer is, with her lovely voice and gentle manner. They remember the candy she gave them and the fascinating stories she has told — stories that, while a little scary, were still far more entertaining than the adults' lectures. ...The lady in green is the owner of the Curatorium of Secrets and is a good person, so... the Curatorium must be a good place, too! As a result, the first ordinary client to visit the Curatorium was a tearful little girl who would only stop crying after being comforted by a certain permanent staff member there. In between sobs, she explained that her parents had said they were going out on business, but they hadn't come back. As such, she wanted to ask Miss Nefer to help find them. The girl's small wish was quickly granted. Once the clues were found, the young lady with the metal arm acted swiftly and decisively, rescuing the couple from the bandits who had taken them captive. And when the time came for payment, Miss Nefer asked for only a single hairpin from the little girl's head. And this is how the first tender shoot sprouted.

Word of the commission eventually spread through the little girl's vivid retellings. Little by little, people began to consider visiting, and one client after another found the courage to step into the once-mysterious building and pour out their troubles. Even the children would sometimes sneak in just to play with the lazy black cat, only to scatter in laughter the moment Big Sister Nefer returned. Today, the Curatorium is like a river winding around Nasha Town, a place where people come to draw water, to play, and sometimes to stumble upon small blessings along its banks... For the unwitting common folk, their interactions with this river would end right here. Only those who have truly ventured into its deeper waters know that tranquility and gentleness are a mere facade. In truth, this river has conquered all its tributaries, commanding them to merge their waters with its own. In its darkest depths, the merciless currents surge stronger than ever, dragging things that should never surface down to the bottom, burying them deep beneath mud and pebbles. Only one person can uncover the river's true secrets. ... "Boss, can't you send Ashru to look for the cats next time? I don't speak cat, you know..." The girl with the metal arm bounced into the Curatorium with a pout on her face. Nefer closed the ledger and watched as Ashru leaped onto the table, settling down and rolling over contentedly under the vigorous petting of the Curatorium's sole permanent employee. "Tsk! You get to eat all this cat food every day without lifting a paw. Next time, I'm taking you out on field duty!" "Meow! Meow meow meow!" The sunlight outside the window was perfect. Surely, the river's surface would be shimmering and sparkling, dotted with people rowing boats and swimming, lost in moments of pure beauty and carefree joy... But as for what lay beneath the water, no one would ever know.

Back when Nefer negotiated with the Ibis King, stranded as the latter was in Aaru, the king sent her his emissary: a small cat named Ashru. Through the body of this little creature, the king was able to have a brief meeting with her despite his circumstances. Interestingly, while indwelling Ashru's body, the Ibis King seemed to also share in the cat's physical sensations. Unfortunately, before Nefer could learn about this, the cunning king had already left Ashru's body, turning him back into an ordinary little cat. As for the reason Nefer has kept Ashru by her side... Besides the fact that he is truly adorable... The owner of the Curatorium of Secrets has considered that the Ibis King might once again use Ashru's body to communicate with her... And when that time comes, she will never let such a golden opportunity slip away again...

"...That is quite the bargaining chip, Lady Nefer." The emissary from the Northern Intelligence Network nodded. Nefer's proposal, in truth, had exceeded his expectations. He had merely hoped the Curatorium's owner would help locate a certain traitor so that the appropriate punishment could be meted out. But at the meeting, he learned that she had already arranged for their target to visit the Curatorium for some business three days later, giving them the perfect opportunity to act. It was as if she had known his intentions all along. And as for Nefer's requested recompense, it was simply "to have a chat with the person in charge." The visitor thought of the aging representative, an influential figure at the Northern Intelligence Network who had long been searching for a successor. This visit to the Curatorium, this very deal, had been approved by him. Could it be that he had already— Perhaps this conversation between Nefer and the representative would lead to a change in leadership at the Network... The emissary quietly pushed down certain thoughts that might stir up unnecessary trouble, offered his thanks to Nefer, and took his leave. ... Nefer caught the Moon Wheel that she had tossed high into the air as she watched the emissary depart. It had appeared at the bottom of the box of gifts the emissary brought after their conversation. Amidst the pearls and the gold, this extraordinary item immediately caught her eye — it was something no mortal could have forged, and it certainly wasn't listed in the emissary's official inventory. But what really made her pause to think was another story about the moon from the past.

Long ago, she had held a conversation with the Lord of Lies within Aaru, and to this day, she still recalled how skilled that sycophant, the Ibis King, was at deception and persuasion. She still remembered how he boasted of laboring across three moons such that he might guide the benighted mortals below, weaving reasonable threads of fate for all living things, such that life on earth could sprout anew in cycles. He had also told her how, upon arriving in Sumeru, his talents were recognized by the discerning King Deshret. He claimed that he was then elevated to lead the great "Seven Pillars of King Deshret," that he drank the wine of revelry with the king himself, and that he once planted greenery alongside the Goddess of Flowers. In short, if Nefer were to accept his grace, she would gain extraordinary power. Nefer didn't believe these tales for a moment, absurd as they were. To her, they were nothing more than lies hastily spun by an old trickster trying to win her trust. After all, King Deshret had exiled three sycophantic courtiers to Aaru. Would it not have been all too easy for the trio, extraordinary as they nonetheless were, to come together in the time since and weave a story meant to deceive the unsuspecting? "Will you truly refuse to believe anything?" Thoth, inhabiting the cat’s body, asked angrily. The cat's fur bristled, not from conscious effort, but simply because cat fur naturally stands on end when they're upset. "If a deity wishes to deceive people with their wisdom, the people will surely be deceived," Nefer responded with a shrug. "So I won't believe a single word you say either." "But the power you're about to give me? That's worth believing in," said the dispossessed desert dweller with a smile. "Today, I own nothing, and as such, there's nothing else I can believe in." ... Nefer fiddled with the Moon Wheel with the slightest hint of a smile on her face. ...It seemed there was a tiny bit of truth hidden somewhere in all of Thoth's lies.

A moment later, she tossed this long-overdue gift into a document bag. This extraordinary item should serve as a powerful deterrent at the meeting three days down the line.

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He is Nefer's pet cat. He loves Nefer and often purrs when Nefer pets him.

Back when Nefer negotiated with the Ibis King, stranded as the latter was in Aaru, the king sent her his emissary: a small cat named Ashru. Through the body of this little creature, the king was able to have a brief meeting with her despite his circumstances. Interestingly, while indwelling Ashru's body, the Ibis King seemed to also share in the cat's physical sensations. Unfortunately, before Nefer could learn about this, the cunning king had already left Ashru's body, turning him back into an ordinary little cat.

Nefer is the owner and operator of both the Curatorium of Secrets and Northern Intelligence Network. She is a highly cunning and calculating woman who sells information to those who are willing to afford it.

The Curatorium of Secrets is an intelligence agency owned and operated by Nefer. They abide by a policy of strict neutrality with regard to other factions in Nod-Krai. The Curatorium is also used as a front for the underground Northern Intelligence Network, also run by Nefer.

The Northern Intelligence Network is an underground organization, currently ran by Nefer. Its primary point of sale is the Curatorium of Secrets in Nod-Krai. The network is made up of volunteers, with many of its members having willingly given up their prior positions, reputations, and sometimes even abandoning their names to join. It is loosely structured with no real rules or regulations. As a forum for intel exchange, it brings together well-connected individuals willing to share information in exchange for payment. The network has spies in every region except in Liyue, as Yelan and her colleagues have prevented it from taking hold there.

Nefer is a orphan who was taken in by Sinuhe of the Shimti tribe. Her actual origins are unknown, but it is implied that she did not hail from the desert, as she has light skin compared to the dark skin the desert people are normally associated with. Nefer was well cared for in the tribe, referring to several as her "uncles" and Sinuhe as "father." The tribe struggled to survive in the desert, with many of the wells frequently collapsing from sandstorms. This resulted in Sinuhe heading into the territories of their rivals, the Iab and Unut, drawing water from a well controlled by the Iab. He was spotted by one of the tribespeople, and they later massacred the tribe in revenge. Nefer was the only survivor as she was hidden. Nefer later made her way to Aaru Village, where she met Candace. She got along well with her and considered her a good friend. She convinced Uncle Anpu to call the Akademiya by showcasing her promising talent, who sent an unnamed Mahamata to investigate. Anpu convinced the Mahamata to take her, and she enrolled in Sumeru Akademiya under the Vahumana branch. There, she enrolled in various studies under her mentor Manetho. From him, she learned how students received mail in the Akademiya and discovered that the letter Sinuhe had sent had never reached its intended recipient. Desiring to fulfill her own revenge, Nefer then dropped out of the Akademiya, claiming she had issues in her hometown that had to be resolved. Before she left, she bidded farewell to Katayoun, giving her some rare and valuable incense. Katayoun asked her not to forget her, but Nefer, knowing what awaited her, knew she would forget her regardless.

Returning to the Iab tribe as a "special ambassador" from the Akademiya, Nefer convinced the Iab chief, Arif, that the Unut had control of a well over ruins that the Akademiya were interested in and offered 50 million Mora. While the Iab celebrated their newfound wealth with a feast, Nefer went to the Unut and offered the same deal to them, which the Unut chief, Nizar, also accepted. The two tribes eventually fought over the Mora, which was nonexistent, and Nefer delighted in the carnage, avenging her tribe. As a result of the battle, the Iab celebrated their victory, only for an Unut assassin to behead the chief in front of the tribe, resulting in the tribe disbanding. At some point after the tribal war, Nefer returned to her hometown and stumbled upon the ruins in which Thoth, one of the Seven Pillars of King Deshret, resided in. Thoth gave her the question "What determines truth and falsehood?," and Nefer responded with an unknown answer. Thoth found her answer compelling and gave her a gift to match, but soon realized that her answer was a lie as he had not been freed as prophesized. Nefer had realized his deceit from the start and did not want to let him free. At the time, Thoth spoke to Nefer via Ashru, and Nefer discovered that Thoth could experience physical sensations through the cat. But before she could capitalize on it, Thoth had abandoned Ashru's body. Not wanting another chance to slip by her again, Nefer adopted Ashru and took him with her. She also acquired a unique chessboard which allowed her to relive memories of whatever was placed inside it.

Not wanting to return to the desert, Nefer left Sumeru and went to Nod-Krai, setting up two businesses; the Northern Intelligence Network and the Curatorium of Secrets, hiring one employee, Jahoda, who originally hailed from the Seahook Gang. She became well-known in Nod-Krai due to her connections and ability to gather information, with many using her services when others could not achieve their goals. The intelligence network spread across Teyvat, and Nefer became acquainted with Diluc through this network, giving him the codename "Owl." Her attempts to establish the network in Liyue failed in part due to Yelan and her associates, though Nefer bore no ill will towards her, as Yelan paid top Mora for intelligence that her organization gathered. She also became acquainted with Lauma, Aino and Flins. She paid for Jahoda's robotic arm in full. She was also responsible for saving Dori when she arrived in Nod-Krai after her jinni was rendered unconscious upon arrival and entered a life-or-death situation.

The Eremites are a group of people who hail from Sumeru's desert region. Most of them are mercenaries by trade and conduct business across Teyvat. They are the only authorized mercenary organization in Sumeru.

Aaru Village is a subarea located in Land of Lower Setekh, Great Red Sand, Sumeru. The largest human settlement in the desert, Aaru Village houses the followers and descendants of King Deshret, as well as exiled scholars from the Akademiya.

The Sumeru Akademiya is Sumeru's main governing body, as well as the most prestigious institute of learning in all of Teyvat, built into the Divine Tree in Sumeru City. It is particularly renowned for its corpus in arcane arts and historical records.

Vahumana is one of the Six Darshans, the six main schools of Sumeru Akademiya. It is specialized in aetiology, the study of causation or origination of phenomena, and includes disciplines such as history and social sciences. Its school color is yellow. The mascot on its symbol resembles a horse.

Thoth was one of the Seven Pillars of King Deshret. He was known as the "Ibis King".

The Seven Pillars, also called the Seven Sages or the seven monk-kings, were the retainers of King Deshret.

King Deshret, also known as Al-Ahmar, Amun, was the Lord of Deserts and one of the Three Eternal Companion-Gods in ancient Sumeru. He reigned alongside Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, the previous Dendro Archon—and Nabu Malikata, the Goddess of Flowers. He died thousands of years before the events of the story. King Deshret built his domain in the desert, full of ancient technology and mysterious powers, such as the Primal Constructs. Faruzan had also been trapped in some ruins related to him that preserved her body and mind for a century in stasis. The Eremites are descended from his subjects, and some present-day Eremites still worship him and wish to bring him back. Embers of his civilization were preserved in the form of Aaru Village, with the village's people, as well as its Guardians such as Candace, being metaphorically referred to as his descendants.

The Seahook Gang was once a notorious gang of bandits based in Nod-Krai. The original gang disbanded some time ago, allowing imposters to become criminally active under the guise of the Gang's name.

The Jinn are a mystical race of elemental spirits that were created by Nabu Malikata. After the goddess's death, they turned to serve King Deshret. Besides bottles, Jinn are also stated to indwell items such as weapons.