[No matter what happened, the world still turned, and time still marched on, just like before.]
[Kallen grew up.]
[Under her father’s guidance, she continuously cultivated herself; the excellent genes of the Kaslana and her innate Stigmata quickly made her a Destiny warrior with advanced strength.]
[Not long after that, she joined the Destiny Valkyrie forces, becoming the captain of the Goddess unit.]
[Otto also grew up.]
[His defects of inconvenient legs and feet and physical weakness were all cured by you together, and he should have gradually come into contact with combat.]
[Yet you restrained him, allowing only body-building and not letting him touch those bloody, killing matters.]
[Regarding this, the explanation you gave was that conditioning his body was not to send him to the battlefield with your own hands.]
[Otto was not like Kallen; his foundation was too thin, and swords have no eyes on the battlefield, making accidents inevitable.
You were unwilling to see the anticipated result, and didn’t even want to think about any possibilities.]
[Besides this, there were some deeper reasons you didn’t explain to Otto.]
[With Otto by your side, you could still keep an eye on him; if he were to step into Destiny’s dirty whirlpool of power, it would be hard to say what he would become.]
[That being the case, which politician immersed in the game of power isn’t ruthless?]
[Then is there anyone who dares not give OO a holiday…]
[And Otto, who originally thought you meddled a bit too much, happily rejoiced for three days after hearing your caring explanation, and when diving into the sea of books to study hard, he wished he could eat the books whole along with their covers.]
[Power?
Combat?
The joy here, not thinking about it either, hehe~]
[Just like that, Kallen and Otto grew up together.]
[In the blink of an eye, the original young girl and boy stepped into youth together.]
[You still hadn’t changed much.]
[They had grown taller again; both could barely reach your chest.]
[Only…
it’s understandable that Kallen couldn’t grow to 1.8 meters, but why is Otto only half a head taller than Kallen?]
[Ever since he was a child, you hadn’t provided him any less nutrition; where did that nine-foot-tall, muscular Destiny Overseer in your impression go?]
[Boys would more or less have a complex about their height; you were 1.8 meters tall and didn’t care about this matter, but you had to think for Otto.]
[For this, you had asked Otto more than once if he needed you to help him grow taller without cost.]
[Yet he always compared his height to your chest, then chuckled and said his height was enough.]
[How strange.]
[Forget it, a foolish boy is just a foolish boy.]
[Besides, there’s no need to grow too tall, right? Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Being a giant in the soul is much more important than being stupidly tall, probably.]
Year 1470, Dessert Shop.
The warm afternoon sunlight slanted down softly, casting a gentle glow.
Inside the shop, Lucien, Otto, and Kallen sat around a round table, on which were all kinds of delicious desserts.
Lucien and Otto sat on one side, minding their own business drinking tea and chatting, while Kallen devoured strawberry cake at an astonishing speed.
“This world is really strange; some people can enjoy life, while others are impoverished to this extent.” The young girl’s mouth didn’t stop, but her expression was absent-minded.
Her gaze looked straight out the window — an elderly couple selling fruit on a sparsely populated street.
Toiling through hardships, it truly made one’s heart ache.
Kallen watched for a little while, but her eyes couldn’t stop stealing glances at the two people chatting and laughing, or rather, at Lucien.
[Ever since you used great divine powers to save Kallen’s father, Kallen’s attitude toward you directly tended to assimilate with Otto’s.]
[How should I put it, a bit strange.]
[However, you didn’t care too much, just treating it as her worshipping you.]
You must know that there were only three people present in total.
In a scene where it was almost just each other, how unnoticeable did Kallen have to be, or how blind did Lucien have to be, not to notice Kallen’s stealthy glances?
Lucien stopped talking with Otto, hung a slight smile at Kallen, “Go do what you think is right, I raise both hands to support you.”
“Hooray!”
The young girl ran out of the shop eagerly.
Lucien withdrew his gaze, looking at Otto who had words dying on his lips, as if he had long guessed the other’s thoughts, and said softly:
“Ask whatever you want to ask.”
“Nothing…
Didn’t you say you didn’t hope I would be too good, why…”
Why let Kallen show kindness?
Could this be some kind of special treatment?
Otto’s gaze instantly became sharp.
Seeing Otto looking like this, the smile on Lucien’s lips became even wider.
He raised his hand, subconsciously wanting to pet the other’s head, but then suddenly realized the other was no longer a child.
The raised hand paused in mid-air, then immediately grabbed a plate of cake and handed it in front of the other.
With a simple action, Otto’s gaze that seemed to see through everything turned clear, and he happily took a bite of the cake.
“Kallen’s whole body is soft, and even her heart is no exception,” Lucien looked at Kallen’s back standing in the sunlight outside the window, “On the contrary, her pursuit of justice in her heart is unwavering; kindness is never a burden to her, nor will it ever be a burden.” This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.
“You are different, you are too smart, and you think more than Kallen.
Living in Kallen’s way would be very tiring.”
“Every time you see Kallen do this kind of thing, do you think there are too many miserable people and injustices in this world, and they can never be helped or finished?”
Hearing this, Otto lowered his eyelids and didn’t reply.
Lucien finished watching the entire process of Kallen handling the matter, and turned to look at Otto, still maintaining a gentle expression.
Making people’s hearts warm up endlessly when looking at it.
“That’s why I say you’re too smart, and your thinking is too complex.”
“Both Kallen and I are very stupid; we only think about helping the person right in front of us and doing the task right in front of us.
Wouldn’t that be much simpler?”
Helping the person in front of you, doing the task in front of you…
Facing Lucien’s gaze, Otto was lost in thought, deeply engraving these words in his heart.
Seeing this, Lucien put away the thought of lecturing and teased with pretended seriousness:
“Besides, if two originally different children like you two were taught to be the same by me, wouldn’t that be so boring?”
“I don’t like good kids, nor am I biased toward bad kids; I simply like you all.”
You “all”?
Forget it, if it’s Kallen…
[You couldn’t see all of Otto’s thoughts.]
[Perhaps he didn’t agree with your statement, but so what?]
[You stating your own view wasn’t to make him agree with you.]
[You just hoped Otto could absorb more perspectives, using them to enrich his own thinking and truly avoid listening only to one side, believing blindly, or being stubborn.]
[As for Kallen, you had tried to guide her.]
[In the end, you found that she actually didn’t need guidance.]
[Everything she agreed with, the justice she believed in, was incomparably correct.]
[Even you couldn’t help but clap your hands and marvel at it.]
[The problems on Kallen can be divided into external causes and internal causes.]
[The external cause is that today’s world has degraded morals, and those in power are bastards; this macro environment cannot accommodate justice, truth, goodness, and beauty.]
[The internal cause is that she has no specific action program and no way to solve problems from the root.]
[The behavior of seeing fruit sellers in hardship and spending one’s own money to buy their fruit treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.]
[As for the external cause, you temporarily had no clue—no, you temporarily ‘couldn’t bear to’ have a clue.]
[As for the internal cause, you already had some plans.]