The fire was rekindled in Kiana’s eyes.
Yes, she was Teacher Himeko’s student, a Valkyrie who fought for the beauty of the world.
How could she stop here?
If she did this, how could she be worthy of Teacher Himeko’s teachings and sacrifice?
“I will keep fighting.” “I can’t hear you.” “I will keep fighting!” “Too quiet.
With such a small voice, you want to save the world?” “I WILL KEEP FIGHTING!!!” Kiana’s voice was loud and deafening, full of determination.
A ballpoint pen flew over and stopped at the back of Frez’s head.
He turned around abruptly.
A muscular, furious head nurse with arms thicker than his thighs was charging from the end of the corridor, yet weirdly making no sound with her footsteps.
“No shouting here!
You two!
Prepare to die!” You’re the one who’s louder!
Frez grabbed Kiana and turned to run without a moment’s hesitation.
They ran all the way out of the hospital, finally escaping the head nurse’s pursuit.
“That was close.
I almost got taken out by the head nurse.” After such a scene, Kiana’s mood lightened a lot, and her lips curled up unconsciously.
“You can defeat the Herrscher of the Void, yet you’re afraid of a head nurse?” “Because we were in the wrong,” Frez replied.
“And besides, I only get heavy-handed with people I consider enemies.
I communicate normally with everyone else.” “Speaking of which, why are you helping me like this?
Do you pity me?” Kiana asked curiously.
“That’s part of it,” Frez said.
“I help because I want to.
Not everything has to be done for a specific purpose.” Putting on his sunglasses, he smiled at Kiana.
“Besides, I can’t bear to see a beautiful girl die in front of me.” “This is Kiana’s face, not mine.” “No, it’s yours.
What Kiana looks like when she grows up is similar to you, but there are differences.” “How is that possible?
I’m a clone, how could there be differences?
And the real Kiana is already dead.
How could you know what she looks like grown up?” Kiana didn’t believe him, so Frez pointed to a billboard on the wall ahead.
It was a public service announcement, and the white-haired girl on it was exceptionally striking, confident, and beautiful, with features somewhat similar to Kiana’s.
“Is that…
Durandal?
But I remember she had blonde hair?” She had seen photos of Durandal—a valiant and exceptionally powerful Valkyrie, and the goal she had been chasing.
If I look closely, Durandal’s face is very similar to Lady Cecilia’s.
Is it my imagination?
Or is it because the Durandal of this world is a member of the Kaslana family that she gives me this feeling?
“Because she didn’t go through a serious injury and fall down a snowy mountain.” “What do you mean?” Kiana looked at Frez in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly said that.
“Kiana, is it possible that the real Kiana didn’t die, but just lost her memory while saving you?” “You mean…” Without an external brain and having gone through so much, Kiana was very smart.
Her mind raced, arriving at an unlikely possibility.
“Durandal is the real…
Kiana?” “Yes.
I know many things—your past, your future.
Of course, once you make a change, it only has reference value.” Frez said, “After you were born, Siegfried fought his way into Schicksal with his daughter.
At that time, Kiana liked you at first sight and hoped you could be her younger sister.” “But during the retreat, her brain was accidentally hit by missile fragments, and she fell from a height of several thousand meters into a snowy mountain.
Thanks to inheriting the excellent bloodlines of two great families and her own extraordinary talent, she survived by a fluke.
If Schicksal’s search and rescue team had been a few days later, she might have healed herself and walked out of the snowy mountain.” Kiana’s mouth twitched.
She really wanted to complain—wasn’t this constitution a bit too ridiculous?
“Ridiculous, right?
I wanted to say that too.” Frez complained, “She was only eight years old then.
Eight?
Damn.” “And then?” Kiana was desperate to know the rest, to know what exactly happened to Durandal.
“And then?
Schicksal’s search and rescue team found her.
Otto performed surgery on her.
The price was losing her memory and her white hair, which was replaced by long blonde wavy hair.” “It must be Otto’s doing!” Perhaps Otto just wanted Durandal to be a tool under his command!
“You’re misunderstanding him there.
The memory loss was real; Otto just didn’t speak up about it.
Before that, he even sent Durandal to an orphanage.
Later, when Durandal joined Schicksal, he also sent her to Theresa’s side.
But he did hide Durandal’s true identity.
Later, Durandal didn’t like the atmosphere of St.
Freya and left on her own.
Under Otto’s guidance, she has been fighting until now.” “By Otto’s side, wouldn’t she be raised as a tool?” Kiana asked worriedly.
“No.
You can question Otto on anything else, but his ability to teach students is beyond doubt.
Every student he teaches turns out to be a good person, fighting for all that is beautiful in the world.
Himeko taught you that, but do you know who Himeko learned it from?” “I remember Teacher Himeko said it was the captain of the Schicksal Valkyrie Assault Squad at the time, Ragna.” “Exactly.
Otto taught her.” “What?” Kiana couldn’t believe her ears.
That Bishop?
That ambitious schemer who wanted to control the power of the Herrschers?
He could say something like that?
“Kiana, there are two things I never doubt about Otto: one is his love for Kallen, and the other is his teaching.” “In your world, Otto lost Kallen and has always wanted to resurrect her because of it.
And ‘fighting for all that is beautiful in the world’ was something he learned from Kallen and taught to his students.
It’s been passed down through generations—from Ragna to Himeko, and then to you.” Frez said, “He is indeed an irredeemable bastard, and he certainly deserves to die, and he is your future enemy, but that point is worth respecting.” “I understand, I will settle the final score with him.
Thank you, thank you for being willing to help me and guide me.” Kiana was extremely grateful to Frez for pulling her back when she was falling into darkness.
“It’s nothing, we’re bros.” Frez waved his hand, completely indifferent.
“Besides, I might need your help in the future.” “Sure, what kind of help do you need?” “The world I’m in right now isn’t quite normal, and the ending might head toward destruction.
So I want to reverse that future.
Rather than entrusting an ethereal future to others, I’d rather believe in myself.
You can call me arrogant, but I have to try and change that cesspool of a world.”
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”