Honkai-adaptable individuals all had strong constitutions, and Herrschers were naturally even stronger.
So the days of fasting did not impose any extra burden on Angel.
She enjoyed a comfortable, full meal.
She was deeply moved.
Everyone in the theater was deeply moved too.
After all, it had been so long since they’d had a proper meal, and it was made by the beautiful, gentle, virtuous, wife-material, top-tier chef Mei.
To everyone reading this—can you eat her cooking?
Can you?
“Ohohoho!” x30
But before they knew it, it was time for bed.
To maintain her withdrawn persona, Angel resisted the urge to get close to her beloved waifus and stayed in her room reading alone.
Since she had already decided to completely avoid using her authority at St.
Freya, there was nothing else to do at this hour except go to sleep.
I’ll leave the save-point plan to you all.
I can’t help from here, so I’m going to get some good sleep.
Got it!
x29
Angel climbed into bed and nestled under the soft, comfortable covers.
One minute passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Thirty minutes passed.
Outside, the moon was bright.
In the quiet academy, Angel’s keen hearing could even pick up the faint sound of waves.
Everything was perfect for a good night’s sleep, but Angel could not fall asleep.
“Did I sleep too much earlier?
Or am I just too excited?”
Angel sat up and tugged at her hair in frustration.
She turned her head and spotted the ugly-cute Homu plushie.
She gave it a pat, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
…
Splash!
A pale, jade-like arm rose gracefully from the water, droplets glistening as they slid down.
Himeko leaned back in the bathtub in her room, holding a glass of red wine in one hand.
She let out a comfortable hum, her voice naturally carrying a seductive, lazy charm that could make anyone’s heart race.
“Mmm~”
“This is what life is all about.
Finally, no overtime today!”
Himeko half-closed her eyes and sighed with a sultry look.
Knock!
Knock!
“Hm?
Who is it?”
Knock, knock, knock, knock!
“…Damn it!”
Himeko set down her glass, stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed a towel to cover her chest, not bothering to dry the water dripping from her body and hair.
She strode to the door.
“You’d better have a good reason for this…
Oh, it’s you, little one.
What do you need?”
Facing the newcomer who had just moved in today, Himeko’s anger subsided slightly, and she softened her tone.
Angel had been maintaining her blank expression, but the moment Himeko opened the door, her eyes were met with an expanse of fair skin and beads of water adorning a forbidden temptation.
Her face instantly flushed, from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes.
Angel hugged her pillow, hiding half her face behind it, and muttered:
“Can’t sleep…”
“Can’t sleep?
Then go for a walk.
Why come to me…
Oh, I see.
Feeling lonely and wanting to sleep with me?
Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so bold, little one.
We’ve only known each other for how long?
Hahaha!”
Himeko quickly understood Angel’s intent, and seeing her reddening earlobes, her irritation at being disturbed completely dissipated, replaced by amusement and playful curiosity.
Angel fell completely silent.
She had planned to use her withdrawn persona as an excuse to take advantage of the situation—after all, a dependent kind of withdrawal still counted as withdrawal, right?
But she had not expected things to escalate this quickly!
Sis, I can’t handle this!
Her figure is way too good!
No wonder she’s a waifu from a 2D game, ehehe!
Go for it, me!
Whether we all eat well tonight depends on you!
The Angels in the theater had already started cheering and howling.
But the Angel in the real world just hugged her pillow, steam practically rising from her head.
It just went to show that even though they were all the same person, being in different environments really did make them different people.
“Pfft!
We’re both girls.
What are you so shy about?
Come in.”
Himeko casually patted Angel’s head, stepped aside, and watched as Angel mechanically walked in.
Then she closed the door.
“Oh, by the way, have you showered?”
“No.
Not dirty.
Not used to it.
Don’t want to.”
“Perfect.
Drop the pillow.
I’ll help you wash!”
“…Eh!??”
By the time Angel snapped back to her senses, she was already sitting by the bathtub, and Himeko was scrubbing her hair.
Foam mixed with warm water trickled down her body.
Angel froze again.
She dazedly went along with Himeko’s washing, then dazedly sat down in the bath, leaning back against Himeko.
The support beneath her back was indescribably soft.
Ah, this life and the last one…
totally worth it…
Hey, snap out of it!
We haven’t lived nearly long enough!
Alright, everyone, just stop.
Put yourself in her shoes.
Would any of you still be conscious enough to pay attention to us right now?
Tch!
What a waste of such great benefits!
How can she be so useless?
Says the one who’s literally her.
In the end, Angel, who had already floated off into blissful oblivion, was maneuvered around like a doll by Himeko, taken out of the bathroom, and fell asleep in pure happiness, nestled in Himeko’s warm, soft embrace.
…
“Tch.
That one’s a lost cause.
The save-point plan is all on me now.”
Late at night, by the side of a quiet road, an Angel in a black hoodie and mask lay hidden in the unlit grass.
After waiting for a long time, a jeep slowly approached.
Angel’s eyes lit up, a faint golden gleam appearing in her pupils.
The Herrscher of a Thousand did not possess overwhelming destructive power, but aside from that, Angel’s abilities were incredibly versatile.
As the Herrscher of Dominance—a Herrscher that destroyed civilization from within—she naturally possessed many skills suited for control rather than just killing.
For example, puppet threads that could manipulate objects or even Honkai beasts.
For example, illusion and hypnotic abilities targeting humans.
Even Herrschers could be disrupted by them, and normal people were effortlessly affected.
In a sense, it was a watered-down version of the Herrscher of Sentience.
There was also the ability to turn puppets, dolls, corpses, or even living humans into clones—the core specialty of the Herrscher of a Thousand.
And there was the Theater of Domination, capable of spatial transfer, and even the power to seize other authorities.
And now, Angel used her hypnotic control ability.
She made the jeep driver stop and then quickly climbed into the back seat.
The vehicle continued moving.
Angel looked around and found only the driver—no other passengers.
She let out a small sigh of relief.
“Does this car have surveillance?”
“No.”
“Where are you headed?”
“The outskirts.”
“At this hour?
Alone?
For what?”
Angel frowned, sensing something off.
Then the driver answered in a flat, droning voice:
“To dispose of a body.”
“???”
Angel pressed her forehead and sighed.
She had barely stepped out and already stumbled into something unusual.
Was this good luck or bad luck?
But after having the driver recount the details of the incident, Angel’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.
She was certain—this was absolutely unprecedented good luck!