“Ugh, I can’t help it.
The St.
Freya Angel has completely fallen.”
“There’s no helping it.
That’s Himeko after all.”
“True.
When it comes to Himeko, there’s really no resisting.”
In the Theater of Domination, over twenty Angels were discussing the St.
Freya Angel’s behavior with great interest.
But they all understood.
They were all the same person, after all.
Who better knew how weak they were against a top-tier big sister like Himeko, with her amazing figure, cheerful personality, and warm-hearted passion?
“Looks like we need to work even harder.”
“Yeah, yeah.
Himeko’s body is already in pretty bad shape, isn’t it?”
“We absolutely can’t let her die trying to save Kiana.”
“Forget the ‘Final Lesson.’ I want Himeko to keep teaching us for the rest of our lives!”
“Right!”
“For survival.
For Himeko.
We have to push ourselves!”
Though they didn’t have a perfect solution yet, the Angels knew that only by gaining power could they fight for what they wanted.
As Herrschers of a Thousand, their clone count was already severely reduced.
If they didn’t work hard now, they’d never be able to accomplish anything in the future.
So after a short break, the Angels moved again.
Two Angels spread their legs, bent their knees, and threw punches, practicing the basic combat techniques they had already repeated countless times.
They experimented with different ways of channeling Honkai energy, trying to extract every ounce of potential power from these fundamental movements.
Six Angels exchanged blows with each other, their slender figures wrapped in black leotards crossing and weaving across the plaza.
Sometimes they fought at the edges, sometimes high in the air, sometimes in pairs, sometimes in chaotic free-for-alls.
Using the advantage of independent thinking threads, they simulated real combat scenarios to accumulate battle experience.
Six Angels waved their hands to manipulate puppet threads.
Some controlled building fragments, some cut through objects, some sparred with each other, and some stepped back to refine new ideas.
They were constantly deepening their mastery of the authority of Dominance.
Other Angels were training with various firearms obtained through the heiress.
Some moved to the edges of the Theater of Domination using puppet threads, then used those threads to drag building fragments from the Imaginary Space, simultaneously training their authority’s output and control while contributing to the theater’s construction.
…
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
The St.
Freya Angel felt a few seconds of guilt for indulging in Himeko’s charms while the others were working so hard, but quickly got over it.
Oh well, we’re all the same person.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
They can feel how good Himeko is too, right?
“Himeko, Himeko, Himeko…”
Angel nestled against Himeko’s chest, closing her eyes with a sense of peace and contentment.
…
At the same time, the heiress Angel smoothed down the bangs styled by her professional hairdresser, took a step, and swayed gracefully into the funeral hall, where the guests had already departed.
Tap, tap.
She tapped her flawless, pale pink fingernails against the coffin lid, producing a solid wooden sound.
Angel curled her lips.
“Finally.
It took you long enough to die.
My patience was almost wearing thin.”
But Angel hadn’t waited a month just to fully take over this multinational corporation that had once made it into the Fortune Global 500.
She was also waiting for one other person.
Zzz…
zzzzz…
After a slightly garbled electronic sound, outside the funeral hall, the massive Titan mech raised its arm and projected a three-dimensional image of Cocolia’s alluring figure.
Angel turned to face Cocolia’s projection, curtsied gracefully, and greeted her with a radiant smile:
“Good evening, Executor Cocolia.”
“Hm?
I was going to offer you some words of comfort, but it seems you’re not particularly sad.”
“Is that so?
Well then, if I shed two tears, would you believe me?”
Angel crossed her fingers, tilted her head, and smiled cutely.
Cocolia’s lips curled in approval.
“Not bad.
You’re starting to look like a real big shot.”
“You flatter me.
Compared to you, I am merely an insignificant pawn.
I will inherit my father’s enterprise and path, and I am willing to devote myself entirely to Executor Cocolia’s service.”
“Enough with the pleasantries.
You know why I’m here.”
“Yes.
As for the Titan my father so audaciously borrowed, its disposal is entirely up to Executor Cocolia.
I have no objections.”
Angel smiled gracefully, the picture of pure sincerity.
Cocolia studied Angel for a long moment, then waved her hand dismissively.
“I don’t mistreat those who do good work.
Rewards and punishments are fundamental.
Oboro Nagarou performed well these past few years, and your performance this month has been commendable.
I’m satisfied.
One Titan is nothing.
From today on, it will be your personal bodyguard.”
“Really?”
“Do not question my words.”
“I apologize for my presumption.
In that case, I gratefully accept.
And as a token of gratitude, I will prepare a small gift for Executor Cocolia shortly.
I hope you will accept it…
Consider it a congratulations on my official inheritance of the family business.
How does that sound?”
Angel said with a beaming smile.
Cocolia flashed a fox-like, cunning, and dangerous smile, and then her projection vanished.
The Titan mech once again turned invisible before Angel’s eyes.
Angel’s smile faded.
She walked to the door and closed the funeral hall behind her.
“Hah.
A ‘personal bodyguard.’ Just a watchdog placed beside me.
And yet that old fool was so proud of it.
Did he truly not see it, or did he see it and still consider it some kind of achievement?”
Angel sighed at the cold coffin.
After standing still for a moment, a coin-sized blood-red crystal appeared in Angel’s hand.
It was polished to a brilliant shine and set in an intricately crafted gold frame.
It looked like a priceless piece of art.
But as Angel’s eyes flickered with a golden light, the clear blood-red crystal gradually took on a murky, dark hue, emitting a faint purple-red glow in the dim room.
This was a Herrscher core of the Thousand.
And Angel planned to give it to Cocolia.
When Cocolia received this gem, she would become one of the five Angels integrated into society.
Perhaps someone with strong willpower and exceptional talent might be able to resist the erosion of Herrscher power, maintaining their sense of self in front of Angel, or even retaining partial control of their body.
But based on the story’s performance, Cocolia certainly didn’t fall into that category.
She would inevitably be consumed by Angel.
“But…
what if?”
Angel frowned.
Even though she felt it was unlikely, she still thought it wasn’t safe enough.
Angel didn’t plan to give the gem away immediately.
There was no guarantee Cocolia would actually take it, no guarantee it wouldn’t be subjected to special testing, and exposure would be dangerous.
Moreover, the core itself was an inanimate object.
Once it left Angel’s sight, it couldn’t tell whose hands it was in or when to initiate the erosion.
“Should I find an opportunity to place it in her hands personally, or…
make other plans?”
Angel stroked her chin, hesitating in the darkness.