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Unbearable.
Unacceptable!
So he ran straight ahead, rolled up his sleeves, and stood in front of Jiang Cheng with the ferocity of a predator eyeing its prey—the road in Manchester was almost covered in less than a second.
"Isn't it you who broke Kiana's heart?"
His eyes were fixed on the young man in his fine clothes.
His face was contorted in a grotesque expression, so much so that he overlooked the white-haired girl's attempt to approach him—it must have been Kiana, the well-behaved girl, trying to persuade him…
“Mr. Siegfried, this is Kiana’s own choice.”
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……
……
The voice beside me was all too familiar.
That's definitely not Kiana's voice.
It's not even a first-person self-reference, but rather a third-person observer inserted into it.
—I should be angry.
No one could possibly disturb him at this time, disturb him as a father.
—They should be dissatisfied.
Even if Walter were to step forward, even if he were to consider that this hero had sacrificed himself and helped him escape half of his fate, he would absolutely not show him any kindness.
It should have been...
should……
All thoughts in his mind could no longer be sustained; all anger, all dissatisfaction, all stiffness, and even all doubts about why he was frozen in place had been completely shattered—with the white figure that appeared completely before him.
Unable to think.
The body remained stationary.
It's right there.
It was within easy reach.
His entire being exuded an aura of decay.
Siegfried, as a special agent on a mission, as Kiana's father, and even as a soldier, was completely stunned at this moment.
The girl gazed into those azure eyes was a beauty that defied description—a beauty that could no longer be described simply as pure.
Moonlight-like strands of hair flowed over her shoulders, a few icy blue highlights like tributaries of the Milky Way at night cascading down to her waist. When the stained glass of the dome cast a blue-purple glow, the silvery tips of her hair shone with a color that defied easy description, even overshadowing the luxurious decorations of the place.
The ivory-colored silk gown flowed from the collarbone, cinching at the waist with a blue rose gold sash resembling a budding lily of the valley. As she walked, the folds of the skirt seemed to bloom with rose petals—the one on the left shoulder, in particular, seemed to blossom most magnificently under the blazing sunset, its brilliance easily spotted even among a sea of flowers.
so similar……
With her from my memory.
Especially at this moment, when he took a step forward and stood in front of Kiana.
It really felt like Cecilia was protecting their daughter, protecting the essence of their lives.
The moment the woman, so strikingly similar to, almost identical to the one in my memory, raised her head, dusk cast its last rays. Beneath her silvery-white eyelashes, her beautiful eyes rippled with the color of wisteria blossoms, as if sealing the twilight sky within them, along with that gentleness and the innocent charm I felt when we first met.
Both Kiana and Jiang Cheng were ignored, even their responsibilities as fathers were ignored, and their anger and dissatisfaction were left unaddressed.
Ignoring his daughter's furrowed brows, he put his hands on his hips and gave her the look of someone looking at scum.
Siegfried simply stared in astonishment at the other person's face, that incredibly familiar face.
From the contours of her eyebrows and eyes, whether it was her front or side profile, even her figure and the pure white dress she wore were exactly the same as in my memory. The blue roses were still adorning the beautiful woman. The twilight shining through the window was just like the dim yellow light in my memory, to the point that my eyes almost mistook this moment for the ball that year, the banquet I attended when I was promoted to S-rank.
From that day on, the days of being friends or lovers with Cecilia were gone forever, replaced by a life as a wife and fiancée.
Such a day can never be forgotten, and will never be etched in one's heart. With the resonance of this memory, Cecilia's face and figure from that day seem to overlap with the woman in front of me.
Those outstretched fingertips seemed to be inviting her to dance; her face above the pure white collar, silver strands of hair slowly fluttering, her eyes shimmering within them.
Ahhh...
so similar.
It seemed to possess an abundance that could encompass all of this, yet at this very moment, a hint of dissatisfaction was evident in its pupils.
The way she stood there was very similar to what I remembered...
No.
They can't even be described as similar.
That's almost exactly the same.
The ghost, who should have been dead for over a decade, stood there quietly.
"—Cecilia?!"
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……
……
"Small town".
A weight carrying the scent of spring suddenly pressed down on her right shoulder, the slight movement creating a halo of light, the white hair pierced by the sunlight making it hard to open one's eyes—Kiana was watching this scene, speechless as she leaned against the boy beside her, gently poking his waist, "You mean what those people were saying... about my dad touching the butts of all the Valkyries in Schicksal, could that rumor be true?"
They got too close.
You can really see everything up close.
The girl's sweet breath brushed against my ear, and I could clearly feel the warmth of her elbow through the thin fabric. The twilight, which should have been somewhat melancholic, now resembled melting honey, flowing down her upturned tuft of hair to the tips of her fluttering eyelashes—I was too lazy to even complain about this intimacy.
Now that they're already in a relationship, there's no need to say anything more. Jiang Cheng just thought about it for a moment.
"It's fake, and now it's my turn to come out..."
No need.
The leg that was about to step out was stopped in place by the girl's fingertips—slender jade fingers pressed against her lower abdomen.
Even without turning around, one could hear from these subtle movements and sounds how gentle and graceful the girl's demeanor was, and how effortlessly she handled herself.
"Leave this to me. Don't worry, I'll handle it in the best way. I just need him to know that I'm not what he thinks I am..."
"—Cecilia!"
Siegfried's voice instantly filled the corridor.
what……
what……
what?
The most dramatic change in expression in the first instant wasn't even from Siegfried, who had just witnessed a girl who looked exactly like his lover, but from Kiana, who stood still.
what happened?
Why did that stinky dad call out Mom's name?
Even if you know nothing, you can vaguely sense that something is wrong, or rather, something is completely wrong!
……
Kiana will find out about this someday—nevertheless, Jiang Cheng plans to stay away from Kiana for the time being.
Holding that soft, boneless little hand, they were about to part ways.
However, Siegfried was faster—
He had lost control of his emotions to the point that he was walking forward unconsciously, even reaching out to grab Mistelin's arm, wanting to find out the reasons and possibilities behind everything.
Although the girl easily avoided his advances with a simple gesture, he was left staring blankly at the graceful Mistelin.
"Mr. Siegfried, please have some self-respect."
"what?"
In the eyes of those azure pupils, the beautiful woman with long silver hair clasped her hands together in front of her chest, gently lowering her eyes as if showing off something. She turned her head to look at the boy who was already holding hands with Kiana, retreating step by step, her soft lips curving slightly—
"I'm Jiangcheng's lover."
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……
……
He was so happy; he had never seen such a happy expression in his memory. The only time that could be compared to this was probably the day he first met Cecilia and the time they agreed to get engaged at the ball.
The happiness and intoxication in those beautiful eyes were enough to cause Siegfried a pang in his heart, and the distance within them was enough to make even this martial god's body twitch involuntarily—
However, none of this could compare to what she said—that she was Jiang Cheng's lover.
The voice, though gentle, delicate, and light, even extremely polite, seemed to freeze Siegfried in place like a thunderclap.
lovers...
lovers...
Lovers in Jiangcheng...
And then again and ...
It was completely impossible for him to maintain his rationality.
Everything descended into absolute chaos.
It was as if even his thoughts and reason were being rolled back, returning to the state of madness he had taken after using the drug during the second Honkai Impact.
Kiana is like this, madly in love with Jiang Cheng, to the point of being unable to sleep or eat, and feeling miserable all the time because she doesn't want to be abandoned... And now this person who looks exactly like Cecilia and has the same temperament is the same.
—And Kiana too!
Didn't he consider Kiana's feelings?
To serve someone like one's own mother?
The thought of Kiana and Cecilia being defiled by Jiang Cheng every day made his breathing heavy, and his heart was filled with a violent urge to tear everything apart.
Every word, every scene, was equivalent to the appearance of a billion Lawbringers for him.
And now he is also a billion times angrier.
A madness a billion times stronger than when facing Sirin.
Every cell in his body was burning with rage. The anger and dissatisfaction he had felt before were utterly insignificant in the face of his current fury. Compared to this, even millet and the bright moon seemed too close, not even worthy of being used to describe a fraction of the rage that had been ignited.
"—Jiangcheng!"
The Heavenly Judgment was mentioned immediately.
The muscles bulged and swelled, and the arms that shot up in an instant were even more terrifying than the thighs, with veins bulging.
The energy was instantly filled to an almost explosive level, and even with dual pistols, the light from the gun tips was as bright as a miniature sun.
But even with the gun raised and pointed in front of him, he couldn't pull the trigger because the two girls were already standing in front of him—using their own bodies to block Jiang Cheng.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Kiana immediately pulled Jiang Cheng behind her as she opened her eyes wide.
The slender, delicate body of the young girl stood firmly in front of them—using her own body.
Even knowing the power of the Heavenly Judgment, even knowing how terrifying this strike would be, he still stood there without hesitation. His azure eyes gleamed as he gazed at Kiana.
“I can’t allow that to happen.”
The magnificent flag also appeared in Mistelin's hand, her slender fingers gripping the long handle. She made no attempt to pose, the sharp tip pointing directly at Siegfried.
The forms and crystals of the Holy Mark also appeared at the same time, and countless unpredictable and elusive phantoms had firmly trapped the man who had raised his gun in the corridor.
what……
what……
what……