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He spent his days reviewing the current state of affairs, making early preparations and quiet arrangements, doing a bit of work each day—and then enjoying the company of the girls around him.

He ate the three meals carefully prepared by Seele and Mei; listened to Fu Hua play the guqin; assisted Book of Fuxi in tutoring Senti; teased Wendy until she jumped in frustration; indulged in Bronya’s various high-level flirting tactics; and handled Kiana and Sin Mal’s clinginess that knew neither time nor place.

In short, it was a life both leisurely and fulfilling.

Meanwhile, far above the vast Pacific Ocean, Su sat upon a golden platform suspended in midair. A pot of fragrant black tea sat on the table, and across from him were Welt and Hera.

“Sip~~” ×3

All three took a sip of tea in perfect unison, radiating the peaceful air of elderly friends sharing a calm afternoon.

Welt glanced at the endless blue below and hesitated before asking,

“Is it really all right to leave that task to Mr. Kevin alone? The energy readings detected before we lost contact with the probes were… enormous. It might not be simple.”

He looked at Hera, then turned his worried gaze toward Su, who was smiling serenely.

Kevin’s cold personality had unnerved Welt at first—something about him had made Welt feel as if his own core had gone haywire—but now that they were allies, Welt didn’t want to see this ancient hero from the previous civilization suffer any harm.

Su held his teacup with that gentle, unfading smile.

“Mr. Welt, there’s no need for concern. Please trust in Kevin’s strength. When it comes to battle, there is nothing that can go wrong if it’s left to him. Kevin is invincible… well, perhaps our Emperor’s power runs even deeper, but aside from him, Kevin truly is invincible. Please, believe in him.”

Su spoke of Kevin’s might with such natural certainty, and indeed—that was the shared consensus of the previous civilization. At least, until the very end came, no one had ever doubted it.

Welt nodded and returned Su’s smile, a warm spring breeze between them. “Then I’ll trust your judgment. Let’s hope Mr. Kevin ends this with a single victory.”

At that moment, the air between the two was as tranquil and harmonious as sunlight filtering through leaves.

And in truth, they were alike—both men of great compassion, the kind that could almost be called saints. From their first meeting, they had immediately recognized each other as kindred spirits, feeling that rare sense of “if only we’d met sooner.”

Welt’s character had passed the scrutiny of these two ancient beings, while their immense wisdom and calm impressed him in return. Soon after, Hera herself—out of interest in future cooperation—had joined their conversations as well.

Then, when reports came of a massive threat brewing deep beneath the sea, it was Su and Kevin who volunteered to handle it. This age was the era of modern humanity, a civilization its people had built with their own hands. If these two relics from a bygone world wished to reintegrate into it, they naturally needed to prove themselves first—this mission was their show of good faith.

The atmosphere remained peaceful, until Hera’s eyes drifted between the two men, and she sighed softly.

“I don’t doubt Lord Kevin’s power. I’m more concerned about the marine ecosystem. It’s already in bad shape, and I’d rather not see half the ocean burned or frozen solid again. It’s… difficult to fix, you know? I don’t even remember when Sigurd started blaming me for all the environmental damage.”

“Ah…”

Su blinked, momentarily stunned, then opened his eyes slightly wider—as if preparing to send a telepathic message to Kevin, perhaps to remind him to hold back a little.

BOOM!!!

Before he could act, an enormous explosion echoed from below. The ocean suddenly surged upward in towering waves, and steam blanketed the horizon. A fine drizzle of seawater poured down from above, drenching all three of them completely.

Well—almost all.

Somehow, Hera had produced a delicate little parasol out of nowhere, shielding herself and her teacup perfectly. Not a single drop of water touched her.

Which meant that the only two left completely soaked were the honest ones—Welt and Su.

“…Looks like I was a step too late.”

Su scratched his cheek awkwardly as the seawater evaporated rapidly from his clothes. He brushed away the fine salt crystals that remained and rose to his feet, gazing down at the churning sea below.

Beneath the waves, countless boiling bubbles rose, releasing clouds of steam before the sea finally settled down after a long while.

Then, one after another, the corpses of gigantic sea monsters floated to the surface—massive octopi, sea serpents, and other bizarre deep-sea horrors, along with countless shrimp soldiers and crab-like minions. Su was certain that this was only a minuscule fraction of what had been down there; most of the creatures must have been completely annihilated by Kevin’s attack.

As an old comrade, Su knew Kevin’s style well.

And even if these remains represented only a small portion, the sea surface they covered stretched so far that it was impossible to see the end—proof of just how terrifying these oceanic foes might have become had they been allowed to fully mature.

While Su and Welt observed the surface, Hera quietly folded her parasol and, with her slender jade-like fingers, prepared a new pot of tea. She pushed a steaming cup toward the white-haired young man who had just stepped onto the golden platform and taken a seat.

“How do you find the Honkai of this era, Mr. Kevin?” she asked with a smile.

“The scale is immense. No easier than the last age,” Kevin replied calmly. “It will take even more effort.”

“My, so many enormous sea beasts—it’s terrifying! Without you here, Mr. Kevin, I could never have handled them.”

“When you were toying with the Herrscher of the Void,” Kevin said flatly, “I recall you sounding a bit different.”

Kevin lifted the teacup. Its special material insulated it from his frigid body, keeping the tea at least lukewarm—though the moment it touched his lips, it would turn cold all the same.

Hera’s smile deepened. She spoke lightly:

“Oh, that was when I was young and foolish. Surely you won’t hold a grudge, Mr. Kevin? I’m sincerely devoted to fighting the Honkai now.”

“No need to tell me that,” Kevin said, expression unchanged. “I don’t care about your past or what you’ve done. As long as you oppose the Honkai, you’re an ally.”

Hera’s smile gradually faded. She realized that her attempt to craft a harmless, friendly image had failed completely.

It was expected that Su, with his Cosmic Juggernaut and penetrating wisdom, would be impossible to fool. But she hadn’t thought that even the seemingly straightforward Kevin would be equally unmoved.

Still, it didn’t matter. It had only been a casual attempt. Otto had always enjoyed befriending such steadfast heroes—if it didn’t work, so be it. It wasn’t of any real consequence.

Anyway, everyone was supposed to unite under Sigurd’s command on the anti-Honkai front. As long as they didn’t drag each other down—and most importantly, didn’t interfere with his plan to resurrect Kallen—nothing else really mattered.

…

“Hm?”

On the crimson marble floor, Sigurd, who was leading a group of elegant young women forward, suddenly looked up, as if he had heard something through the layers of ceiling and ground above.

“Sig, what are you looking at?”

Kiana tilted her head out from beside him, peering up curiously with her big, sparkling eyes—adorable, innocent, and full of starlight.

Sigurd raised his hand and gently pressed down on her soft hair.

“The sheer density of conscious information, combined with its vast coverage, sometimes allows me to sense fragments related to myself without meaning to. It’s nothing important—if it were, the feeling would be much stronger.”

“...That sounds super magical,” Kiana said, blinking.

“It’s science.”

“But it feels super magical!”

Kiana’s expression was pure and guileless.

Sigurd simply patted her head again and said no more. Magical or not, it didn’t matter. As his understanding and application of informational concepts deepened, the boundary between materialism and the immaterial had long since blurred. He called it science—but for most people, who couldn’t even begin to grasp the Information-Origin Theory, calling it mysticism wasn’t exactly wrong either.

“We’re here.”

As he spoke, an ancient stone gate came into view.

Its thick, earthen-yellow surface bore the mottled traces of time—evoking the grandeur of a primordial temple, or perhaps the solemn dread of a tomb’s entrance.

“The inscriptions are the masterpiece of Dr. Mobius from the previous era. They act on both the soul and the flesh—a kind of special variant of the Stigmata. Whether you can acquire one depends on your own effort. I can only guarantee the results won’t be disappointing—even Herrschers can benefit considerably.”

“Then why didn’t you let us come here before?”

Kiana tugged on Sigurd’s arm, blinking her bright eyes in curiosity.

Sigurd raised his hand and slowly pushed the heavy stone door open.

“There were too many unstable factors before. The timing wasn’t right. And without me here to oversee things, this place isn’t exactly friendly to Herrschers.”

Mobius’s twisted malice, the Egos’ deep-rooted hostility toward Herrschers, and the ever-enigmatic Elysia… With all that, Sigurd would never have let the young girls risk themselves without his direct supervision.

Now, with the Empire’s founding close at hand, it was time to address and gather the forces that could yet be brought under his banner.

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I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

Chapter 360: The Magical Girl Stands Upon the Earth Once More!

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Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya

Chapter 294: What Did I Teach You?

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My Life as A Death Guard

Chapter 354: The More Hades Thought About It, The More Chaotic Everything Seemed

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Arknightcraft Modpack

Chapter 430: The Déjà Vu Is Too Strong

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Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Chapter 164: The Runaway Duramente

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Arknightcraft Modpack

Chapter 429: Three-Step Plan

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2025-12-08 18:00:10 +0000 UTC View Post

Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya

Chapter 293: Saving Oneself

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My Life as A Death Guard

Chapter 353: Angron, Hades, Mortarion

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Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Chapter 163: The Taller Almond Eye

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Honkai: Strijder

Chapter 373: Sirin’s Little Secret

Ten minutes later, Sirin sat with a cup of instant noodles in her hands, staring unblinkingly at the television.

It was worth mentioning that Sirin, in her original life, had spent nearly all her memories locked inside the Babylon Lab, enduring experiments and confinement. She had never even seen a TV before. The current Sirin, however, had been born at the same time as Kiana. Kiana, after being taken in and raised by Sigurd, naturally had the leisure to watch TV. But Sirin had spent most of her existence half-dreaming within the depths of her own consciousness. On the rare occasions she broke free from that prison, it was to destroy the world—not exactly the time to sit down for cartoons.

So, despite her words about such things being “childish,” the reality was that Sirin was now staring, motionless, at the Homu anime playing on the screen—so focused she might as well have been a statue.

Bronya watched this scene, her eyes glinting mischievously. She stood up, leaned close to Sigurd’s ear, and whispered,

“This isn’t the first time she’s snuck out to watch TV. According to the monitoring data I’ve collected, she seems very fond of an idol audition show—and may also have a thing for children’s animated movies.”

“Hmm!?”

A pair of golden eyes filled with killing intent instantly shifted toward Bronya, glaring at her like a corpse waiting to happen.

Bronya, unfazed, slipped an arm around Sigurd’s neck and coolly returned Sirin’s stare.

Her eyes said clearly: Go ahead, try it. If Sigurd doesn’t beat you into the ground, I’ll admit defeat.

That was the arrogance of someone with powerful backing.

And Bronya’s read on the situation was accurate, Sirin wasn’t stupid enough to pick a fight she couldn’t win.

“Hmph.”

Sirin quietly took note of the insult for later, gave a cold snort, and kept eating her noodles, maintaining a look of indifference while never taking her eyes off the screen.

Sigurd placed a hand on Bronya’s head and gently pressed her back down into his lap. His calm gaze then turned toward the unfamiliar girl standing behind Sirin, her head lowered, awaiting orders.

She had gray hair and blue eyes, a face of cold beauty adorned with an ornate feathered headpiece. Her long white coat flared behind her, and the contrasting black-and-white thigh-high stockings emphasized her slender, graceful legs. White high heels completed the ensemble—elegant, icy, and yet somehow a little airheaded.

“Benares?”

Sigurd murmured the name under his breath.

Benares—the Judgment-class Honkai Beast, Sirin’s eternal companion, once granted human form by the six-core Sirin of old. After the battle in Siberia, Benares had fallen into the glaciers in dragon form, only to be reawakened by the current Sirin during the second Herrscher of the Void incident half a year ago.

He hadn’t expected she could still maintain a human form. Perhaps this Sirin—or even Kiana—had found a way to give her one again.

Incidentally, the instant noodles Sirin was eating were made by her ever-loyal dragon. Five minutes to cook the noodles, three minutes to add the seasoning packet—Benares had perfectly brought out the dish’s full flavor.

As Sigurd pondered, Benares lifted her gaze slightly, her sky-blue eyes turning toward him.

‘So this is Sigurd…?’

She quietly observed the man who was both feared by her queen and adored—perhaps even obsessed over—by Kiana.

A fusion warrior, capable of rivaling Herrschers themselves. Three golden orbs hung from his waist like mere trinkets, though two of them were in fact Herrscher cores—the Cores of Earth and Corruption—and the third seemed to contain an even greater, unspeakable power. A black ring on his left hand’s ring finger, reportedly the Key of Judgment, and several other Keys of Domination supposedly carried on his person… yes, he was terrifying indeed. Her queen’s caution was more than justified.

And as for his looks—his features were those of a calm, sharp-faced youth, with the kind of composure that didn’t waver even if a mountain collapsed before him. Handsome, in his cold way. No wonder Kiana was so deeply attached to him.

Then Benares noticed that Sigurd had turned his gaze toward her—eyes deep and tranquil, as though they could see straight through her from the inside out.

“You,” Sigurd said evenly. “Come over here. Let’s talk.”

Benares froze in place, hesitant to move.

Sirin turned her head, still holding her noodles, frowning coldly.

“She’s my subordinate,” she said icily. “You don’t get to order her around.”

“I’ll give you twenty-four extra hours of free time this month. And a box of new instant noodle flavors. You know… in this age, if I really wanted to, I could erase instant noodles from existence entirely.”

“…Go. Hear what he’s scheming.”

Sirin hesitated for a second, then turned to Benares and spoke.

If this had been six months ago, she would never have entertained such “carrot and stick” tactics—she’d have simply attacked without a word.

But now… well, Kiana had somehow talked her into signing that ridiculous contract, and she’d been forced to coexist peacefully with them for over half a year. Annoying as it was, Sirin had begun to understand—just a little—what it felt like to live.

Anyway, since resistance was futile, she might as well take what she could get. Besides, Benares was half Kiana’s anyway. With that connection, Sigurd probably wouldn’t go as far as dissecting her… probably.

With her queen’s permission, Benares stepped forward, stopping behind Sigurd’s chair.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked coolly.

“Let’s start by taking a blood sample,” Sigurd said, as calm as ever. “I’m curious about your method of transformation. I’ve done similar experiments myself, but you achieved your metamorphosis under the observation of the Honkai Will, while I did it entirely on my own. I imagine there’s quite a bit I could learn from comparing the two. Oh, and by the way—the primary genetic material used in my fusion experiments came from you.”

“…”

Benares accepted the oversized syringe he handed her—so large she had to hold it with both arms, roughly as thick as her thigh—and felt her mouth twitch involuntarily.

She had expected a warning not to betray him, or perhaps some strict, queen-like declaration of terms. Never in her life had she thought he’d just ask… for blood.

“You don’t want to?” Sigurd asked evenly.

“I…”

“Would it be easier if I asked Kiana to do it instead?”

“I have no objections. I’ll draw it right now.”

Benares stiffened her expression, lifted the hem of her outer coat, and carefully positioned the automatic extractor against her lower abdomen. Scarlet blood began to flow rapidly into the syringe, visible even through the reinforced glass.

Kiana cared deeply for her, but that kindness could never outweigh Sigurd’s authority. And whether or not Kiana could resist him didn’t matter—because if Sigurd did give the order, that gentle girl would only be torn by guilt and hesitation.

Benares would not allow that to happen.

Soon, Benares carefully handed the large syringe, now filled with blood, over to Sigurd.

From the ceiling above, a mechanical arm descended, grasped the tube, and carried it away.

Sigurd’s gaze lingered on Benares for a long moment before the sharpness in his eyes finally faded.

Good—obedient, just as expected. It seemed the situation matched the “original scenario” perfectly: as long as Kiana was here to keep Sirin—the restless wildcat—under control, Benares naturally became a well-behaved, loyal hound.

“Though I doubt that little bit of blood loss will affect you much, here—this is a vitality supplement designed for Honkai Beasts. Drink it.”

Sigurd passed her a cup filled with a green liquid.

Benares frowned slightly, but obediently drank it down. After all, her blood had already been drawn—what difference did it make? This man was Kiana's caretaker, and now half of her queen’s as well. Benares repeated this to herself, reminding her to stay calm, to stay submissive.

Sigurd’s expression didn’t change, but inside, he was thoroughly satisfied.

“Good. From now on, you’ll continue under Kiana’s command and act alongside her. Occasionally, I might have a few requests of my own—but don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for you.”

“…Understood.”

Benares bowed slightly, her demeanor respectful and composed.

And with that, Benares—the Judgment-class Honkai Beast who had twice rampaged across the skies alongside the Herrscher of the Void—finally stepped fully into the light, completing her shift in allegiance.

Slurp!

Just then, Sirin noisily sucked up another mouthful of noodles, eyes fixed on the TV as she blinked innocently.

【Sirin, thanks. I’ll talk to Sigurd later—see if I can make it up to Bella somehow… I don’t know how much I can really do, but at least, I want her to have a peaceful life here from now on.】

Kiana’s voice echoed softly in Sirin’s mind, tinged with helplessness and regret. She knew all too well that the sins of the past—especially those that had cost so many lives—could never truly be undone. But she also had her own attachments. Benares had always stayed by her side, loyal to a fault, and Kiana couldn’t simply look the other way.

Sirin narrowed her eyes slightly.

【Hmph! I just came out to eat noodles. Whatever you’re saying, I don’t get it.】

【Don’t be so tsundere! You knew Sigurd was in a good mood, so you purposely brought Bella back, hoping she’d be accepted, right? Come on, you think I don’t know you by now?】

Kiana’s tone in the shared consciousness carried an unmistakable smile.

With Sirin’s temperament, if she hadn’t been deliberately trying to help Benares find a place here, she would’ve jumped to argue with Sigurd the moment he drew Bella’s blood. That much was obvious.

【Shut up!】

The disposable fork in Sirin’s hand snapped cleanly in two. Without a word, she pulled a new one out of thin air and continued eating her noodles as if nothing had happened.

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Arknightcraft Modpack

Chapter 428: Is There Anything Easier Than Combining Materials?

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2025-12-07 18:00:12 +0000 UTC View Post

I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

Chapter 359: The Little Loli Slaps the King of Heroes

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2025-12-07 18:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post

Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya

Chapter 292: The Two People He Respected Most

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Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Chapter 162: The Golden Generation

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2025-12-07 18:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post

My Life as A Death Guard

Chapter 352: A Few Matters About the Construction of Faos

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My Life as A Death Guard

Chapter 351: The Onlooker Sees More Clearly Than the Player

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2025-12-06 18:00:11 +0000 UTC View Post

Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya

Chapter 291: You Fatui Really Know How to Play

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Arknightcraft Modpack

Chapter 427: It… Doesn’t Sound Entirely Impossible

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Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Chapter 161: Dream Trophy League

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2025-12-06 18:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post

Honkai: Strijder

Chapter 372: None of Your Business

Snore~

After sitting down, Kiana promptly switched her pillow from Mei’s lap to Sigurd’s. Surrounded by the familiar, comforting scent that always made her feel safe, she slowly drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.

“Eat and then sleep… just like a pig.”

His Majesty the soon-to-be Emperor made that outrageous remark as he gently stroked the little piglet in question—a comment no one dared to refute.

Bronya leaned lazily against the couch beside him, accepting Seele’s tender feeding service while shooting Sigurd a sidelong glance.

“She probably hasn’t recovered from yesterday’s nonstop travel and exhaustion. Honestly, if she hadn’t wanted to wait for you, Bronya suspects she would’ve fallen asleep on Mei-nee’s lap already… so, this is all Sigurd’s fault.”

Her milky-sweet voice carried a languid drawl—and a faint, teasing huskiness that could easily lead one’s mind astray. In response, Sigurd reached out and pinched her cheek lightly. Bronya immediately took his hand in both of hers, pressing it affectionately against her face and rubbing against it.

One thing had to be said—Bronya was very good at flirting. She never missed a single opportunity to act cute and claim affection!

Then she turned her head and gave Seele a playful wink, wordlessly saying:

“See? Learn this.”

“……”

Seele silently forked a slice of apple into her mouth and lowered her head.

Bronya truly meant well—Seele never doubted that. But this kind of “help” was… honestly beyond her comprehension. Seele felt like she just wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing.

Sigurd paid no attention to the sisters’ quiet exchange in the corner of his vision. Instead, he looked around and asked:

“Rozaliya and Liliya—have they left already?”

“Yes, Mr. Sigurd. The Alliance Leader sent people specifically to escort them. They’ve both done excellent work in previous disaster relief operations, and their presence brings great comfort to those who’ve just suffered loss. You might not know this, but there’s even an online saying now that whenever Rozaliya and Liliya take the stage, it means the disaster is over.”

“I see.”

Sigurd nodded in understanding, then turned to the serene, smiling Mei.

“By the way, your ‘Sigurd-phobia’ doesn’t seem to be acting up anymore. Does that mean you’ve recovered?”

To confirm, he casually patted Mei’s shoulder.

Her gentle, picturesque smile froze instantly. It took her several long breaths before it shifted into a look of weary resignation.

“In the first place… there’s no such medical term as ‘Sigurd-phobia.’”

“As long as it’s getting better, that’s fine. Anyway, since Bronya will soon be in charge of both the military and the research divisions, I’ll need a capable all-around assistant by my side. You’ll take that role.”

“Eh?”

Mei blinked in surprise.

Bronya was equally taken aback, though since it was Sigurd’s arrangement, she had no objections. She simply nodded once in acknowledgment.

Truth be told, military command and technical research were exactly where Bronya excelled most—areas where she could make the greatest contribution. Those two sectors were crucial for the coming decisive battle, and having Bronya oversee them would ensure that Sigurd’s will was carried out precisely and efficiently. That was important.

“Bronya understands,” she replied without hesitation.

Mei, snapping out of her surprise, quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Sigurd.

“Yes! I’ll do my best! Please guide me!”

But instead of showing satisfaction, Sigurd merely sighed and shook his head.

“Do you know what sets you apart from Bronya?”

“Ah?”

“You’ve both had the same educational resources. Intelligence plays a part, of course—but what truly limits you is your tendency toward weakness. Bronya has already become someone who can stand on her own. Even without me, she can take the lead where she’s needed. You, on the other hand, still act as Dr. Einstein’s assistant—or mine. I’m not saying you’re incapable, nor that being a pure executor is wrong. But if you truly wish to grow, you need to reflect on this overly dependent personality of yours.”

“……”

After a moment of silence, Mei lowered her gaze, thoughtful—then lifted her head, sincerity shining in her eyes.

“Thank you for your guidance. I’ll remember it well.”

“You’re welcome,” Sigurd replied evenly. “Everyone has their own path. Kiana’s suited for charging ahead on the front lines. Bronya’s a talented all-rounder. Sin Mal is a fearless vanguard. Wendy is both a forward scout and a field commander. Seele’s strength lies in the medical corps—she’d shine there, and during wartime, she could lead the field medics effectively.”

“As for you, Mei—you’ve learned nearly everything, but all you’ve done is learn. You haven’t mastered how to apply it. As a Herrscher, your potential even surpasses Bronya’s. Think carefully about what that means, and figure out your own way forward.”

“Yes, Mr. Sigurd… or should I say, Your Majesty?”

Raiden Mei said with a sly little smile.

Sigurd’s lips curved faintly, and he nodded. The title was correct—and more importantly, the fact that she could joke with him like that proved her so-called “Sigurd-phobia” was pretty much cured. That was good progress.

“Get some rest, all of you,” Sigurd said with a soft sigh. “Peaceful days like this won’t last forever.”

With that, he got ready to carry the sleeping Kiana back to her room—but the moment he reached out, Kiana’s eyes snapped open.

Golden. Brilliant. And cold as starlight.

“Human,” she said icily, “don’t touch my body.”

It was Sirin—resting on Sigurd’s lap, voice vibrating slightly from the excess Honkai energy radiating through her body, carrying a distinct resonance that made her sound almost otherworldly.

Sigurd looked down at her calmly, then—ignoring her words—reached out and pinched her cheek.

“Human!!”

“Do you want me to hit you?”

“...Hmph! ╭(╯^╰)╮”

Sirin snorted—it was hard to tell whether from embarrassment or irritation—then sat up. The moment she did, she felt the dull ache in her waist and frowned.

“Shameless! Pervert!” she snapped, scowling darkly as certain… indecent images flashed across her mind.

Sigurd crossed one leg over the other, entirely unbothered.

“Kiana and I are in a relationship. We’ll marry sooner or later. Isn’t it natural for couples to be close? If you don’t like it, you can lock yourself back in your little mental room and stop watching.”

“Oh, really? Then what about her? Is this what you humans call ‘love’? Pathetic. Disgusting!”

Sirin jabbed a finger toward Bronya, whose expression remained perfectly deadpan.

Blinking innocently, Bronya returned her glare with the purest “what did I even do?” look imaginable.

Sigurd extended his hand—not toward Sirin, but to pull Bronya into his arms.

Bronya, perceptive as always, immediately understood his intention. She turned, facing him directly, slipped her arms around his neck, and brushed her soft lips against his.

A brief, gentle kiss—light as a dragonfly landing on water.

Then, as one, the two of them turned to look at Sirin, both wearing the same cool, expressionless gaze.

“This is between Kiana, Bronya, and me,” Sigurd said evenly. “What’s it got to do with you?”

Sirin: “(ꐦಠ皿ಠ)!!”

For a split second, she could feel the blood rushing to her head—but even in her fury, Sirin wasn’t stupid. Kiana could wake up at any moment and take control again, and Sigurd was no mere human—not someone she could afford to provoke with just her fragment of Herrscher power.

So she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Yes. Whatever nonsense Sigurd was up to, however disgusting or absurd it was, it was still between him and Kiana. None of it had anything to do with her.

“None of my business,” she muttered inwardly, turning away with a cold huff.

She picked up the TV remote and started flipping through channels.

“Hmph! Watching anime? Really? How old are you? So childish.”

Her tone dripped with disdain, as if everything in front of her offended her existence.

The others hadn’t even reacted yet—but Bronya, still cuddled in Sigurd’s arms, suddenly widened her eyes in shock.

“What did you just say? How dare you look down on Homu-chan! That’s not some shallow kids’ show—it’s art!”

“Hmph. Childish.”

“Forget it,” Bronya sniffed, crossing her arms. “The Homu series is already recognized worldwide. There’s no point arguing with someone who lacks taste.”

“Still childish,” Sirin shot back.

Their eyes locked—gold versus gray—sparks practically crackling between them. After a few seconds, both simultaneously turned their heads away with twin huffs.

“Hmph!” ×2

Sigurd could only sigh, stroking Bronya’s hair to soothe her indignation before glancing at Sirin again.

“So? What are you doing out here now?”

“That’s between me and that idiot,” Sirin replied coldly, curling her lip. “What’s it got to do with you?”

This time, it was her turn to throw his words right back at him.

Sigurd froze for a second, momentarily at a loss for words. But since it was still Kiana’s body, he didn’t want to cause her any unnecessary trouble.

So he said nothing, simply noting the debt in silence and filing it away in the back of his mind.

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