“Class monitor, you’re back?
Uh, don’t look at me with those eyes!
I know I messed up again.
Wuuu…”
Kiana covered her bruised and battered cat-like face and crouched down in embarrassment.
Fu Hua’s intention to give a stern lecture gradually faded in the face of Kiana’s shame and distress.
She held the unconscious Angel with one hand and handed a bright red rose with the other.
“Eh?
Class monitor, why are you carrying a rose?”
“On the way here, an unfamiliar girl gave it to me.”
Fu Hua recalled the pink-cheeked little girl she had encountered earlier, who had blushed and handed her the rose.
Fu Hua had tried to politely decline, but the girl had shoved the rose into her hand, covered her face, and run off, letting out an excited squeal as if she had done something amazing.
What on earth were girls these days thinking?
This old immortal truly did not understand.
Fu Hua let out a silent sigh.
Kiana took the rose, sniffed it, and blushed slightly.
She stood up and said with a coy demeanor:
“I guess that’s just our class monitor for you.
Not only are you the popular ‘big sister’ at school, but even outside St.
Freya, you’ve got such great luck with girls.
But I’ve already given my heart to someone else, so you can’t win me over, hehe!”
Kiana said this while swaying the rose and letting out a silly, dazed smile.
So, as this old immortal said, she really did not understand what young girls these days were thinking.
Fu Hua held Angel and called the base via her earpiece.
Soon, a fierce wind howled down from above as a black armed helicopter slowly descended toward the ground.
Kiana protected the rose with both hands, turned to look at the unconscious Angel, and asked amid the flying silver hair:
“Class monitor, how is she?”
“The mission was to subdue her and bring her back, so I didn’t go hard.
She’s just unconscious.
Also, Kiana, your performance in this bonus assignment is…
zero points.”
“Eh!
Please don’t do that to me!?”
Amid the roar of the helicopter’s landing, Kiana threw her head back and let out a tragic wail.
…
“Fuck!
It’s the Immortal Hag!
The freaking Immortal Hag!”
“Stop panicking.
We’re not in that much trouble yet.”
“What do we do, what do we do?
The one outside has gone silent!”
“Calm down.
The connection through our authority is still there.
It looks like she’s just unconscious, not dead.”
The Angels expressed their panic in various ways, but after a while they calmed down and gathered together to discuss the current situation.
“Think about it carefully.
The first person to make contact with us was a St.
Freya newbie like Kiana, not a professional Valkyrie squad.
That means the situation might not be that serious.”
“At the very least, no one should have realized we’re Herrschers.”
“Then…
there’s still a chance.”
After all, the Third Herrscher had only appeared half a year ago.
Under normal circumstances, no one would expect a new Herrscher to appear so soon.
The twenty-nine Angels sat together in the plaza of the Theater of Domination, huddled in a circle, straining their little brains to guess what would happen next.
“The one outside should be taken to St.
Freya.
Then there will probably be physical exams and blood tests.”
“But Herrscher cores aren’t that easy to detect, are they?”
The Angels frowned, feeling uneasy, but they had already panicked once, so at least they were not in a state of utter terror.
“We shouldn’t be too optimistic, but we also shouldn’t assume the worst.”
“First, we’re using human bodies, not puppet bodies.”
“Second, Herrscher cores aren’t solid objects like kidney stones.
They’re more of an abstract energy system.
Standard examination methods shouldn’t be able to detect them.”
The Angels spoke one by one.
The Herrscher of a Thousand was weak.
As a single individual, the Honkai energy inside her was far less than that of other Herrschers.
This actually worked in her favor for hiding her identity.
If it were just a routine check-up, the conclusion would likely be something like “excellent Honkai adaptability, good potential as a Valkyrie.”
“Otto wouldn’t be paying attention to us at this point, would he?”
One Angel voiced the biggest concern on all their minds.
A routine physical might slip through the cracks, but if the one overseeing the examination was Otto Apocalypse, who had studied Herrscher power countless times, the conclusion would be a different story.
“We’ll judge based on what happens after she wakes up.”
“If we see Rita, Durandal, or any other elite Valkyries from Schicksal headquarters, or if there’s any life-threatening danger, we’ll jump straight back to the theater.”
“If it’s just regular confinement or St.
Freya trying to recruit her, then the situation isn’t that bad.
We can lie low for now and see how things develop.”
“Agreed.
In fact, that’s all we can do right now.”
The Angels were worried, but since the one outside was unconscious and they had no idea what was happening out there, they did not even dare to return to the living room.
Since there was nothing they could do, they could only wait.
…
St.
Freya Academy, the dignified Principal’s Office.
The ever-dignified Theresa flipped through the documents on her desk.
After reading through them from start to finish, she furrowed her brows and let out a sigh.
“Sigh.
School bullying, again?
Is this a traditional custom in this country?
Why is it everywhere?”
“There’s nothing to be done.
The Far East has its own national circumstances.
In a place where the victim is always blamed, what else can you expect?
So, have you figured out the kid’s background, my dear little Theresa?”
A voluptuous, stunningly beautiful figure lounged in the armchair.
The form-fitting Valkyrie uniform not only accentuated her alluring waistline but also clearly displayed her pale skin and the unfathomable valley between her breasts.
Murata Himeko, a red-haired, fairy-like mature woman, held a wine glass by its rim and swayed the liquid with a lazy expression.
Every inch of her body exuded astonishing allure.
Unfortunately, she had been single her entire life.
Theresa slammed her hand on the table and shouted in her childish voice:
“I’ve told you to call me Principal!
It’s because you never take anything seriously that even my niece doesn’t respect me anymore!
And don’t drink in the office!!”
“Calm down.
It just happens to be quitting time.
You conveniently have a bottle of wine I put in your cabinet, and conveniently, there’s a glass I left there too.
I’ve been working hard all day, so can’t I enjoy myself a little?”
“Hmph!
Watch yourself next time, especially when there are outsiders around.
Keep your alcoholic tendencies in check!”
Theresa puffed out her cheeks and scolded, trying to project authority.
Himeko smiled indifferently, took a sip of her wine, and then straightened her expression and said:
“Anyway, things are pretty clear now.
A latent Honkai-adaptable girl living an ordinary life, pushed to the breaking point by long-term bullying and snapping under extreme stress.
That kind of state is definitely easy to lose control over.
It’s happened before.
It’s just unlucky this time that those girls who liked to pick on the weak happened to be there, and happened to be bullying her.”
“Mm, more or less.
As absurd as it sounds, in this country…
how should I put it?
It feels like something that was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Heh, probably.
So what are you going to do, esteemed Principal?”
“What else can I do?
Even by secular law, that little girl is a minor.
She wouldn’t get any real sentence.
As for handling it as a Honkai incident…
she had understandable reasons, and she’s a promising talent worth cultivating.
So of course we’re taking her in!
But since she just went through something like that, we still need to observe and educate her for a while.
Can’t just throw her straight into the school.”
Theresa said with a stern face, setting the tone for Angel’s treatment going forward.
It was not hard to tell from her words that she did not particularly care about the deaths of those underage little beasts.
She might look like an innocent, adorable little girl, but she was an S-rank Valkyrie.
She had seen plenty of things and witnessed plenty of spectacles.
In short, Theresa was a good person and full of compassion.
But she knew exactly who deserved that compassion.
Himeko smiled slightly and nodded in agreement with Theresa’s judgment.
Then she poured herself another glass of wine and said in a soft, distant tone:
“Still, she’s also a victim of the Nagazora disaster.
Her parents died in that catastrophe.
When she enters the school, how will that child, Mei, be able to face her?”
“…”
Theresa looked down at the documents and remained silent for a long time.