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Like the wind.
The flowers were just average.
When the words "one more kiss" pierced her ear, she suddenly realized that the so-called clearest sound was actually the tingling sensation left on her earlobe from the touch of her hair.
—You could see the sunlight gathering into dazzling spots in the hollow of her collarbone, like liquid amber deliberately spilled by the gods. The soft flesh of her thighs, accentuated by the edge of her over-the-knee socks when she stood on tiptoe… was probably softer than the cherry blossoms she saw in Yae Village.
"Don't overthink it. You still need to sort things out about your feelings. You have quite a few messy things going on... but I can handle them all."
Jiang Cheng shook his head and looked away, but his movement of turning his head was inexplicably hurried, and even Kiana could see through his intense acting.
Mistylin couldn't help but join in, making the youthful and energetic atmosphere even more youthful.
From the junior group to the children group – age.
Despite her undeniable adult appearance and demeanor, Mistelin seems to also possess, or at least be able to evoke, a strong sense of childlike innocence and naivety.
They're supposed to be a trio: a Schicksal Bishop, a Stigmata Type, and an unawakened Herrscher. But here, they act like their combined age divided by three…
That makes sense, doesn't it?
Kiana was created when she was six or seven years old.
After transcription, this is the posture of Mistelin.
In comparison, even though Jiang Cheng's appearance best matches his age, he is still a child compared to those who are truly older, and still belongs to the youth group.
It's clearly the same as before, and the places we went to were no different, but now it's as if the atmosphere has suddenly changed, from the romantic novels of the artsy type to everyday life of youth.
After a while, when the sunlight was tinged with a deep blue-gold hue, the boy clapped his hands and decided to leave.
"Next, I need to prepare to face Mei and Sakura. Before that, I also need to find Gray Snake."
what……
Mei, Sakura...
Just thinking about it was enough to make Jiang Cheng's teeth ache.
He wasn't going to go find the two girls right away.
It should clearly be ranked after the gray snake.
Before that, there were other things going on. Both girls had their own jobs, and even the time to congratulate them was scheduled for the evening. As they walked forward, they still had the illusion that they were welcoming an avalanche, welcoming a wave, and going against the current.
Kiana, who keenly sensed all of this, couldn't offer much comfort. In fact, even the girl herself was somewhat uneasy, merely stubbornly insisting that it was just Mei, and that she herself had faced similar situations before.
—If only their expression weren't so anxious.
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Standing slightly behind, watching the boy's progress, he seemed like a mountaineer climbing a snow-capped mountain, each step difficult and requiring a firm footing.
Similarly, every step was taken with such determination and stability, even when facing high mountains or avalanches.
Even Kiana, who was shouting loudly beside him, was actually resolute despite her fear.
what……
A chaotic scene or something.
There's no need to rush or be afraid—she'll face it.
Miss Yae Sakura was prepared to kneel down immediately, but the resolve she held was many times heavier than that.
At first, she only thought of helping out casually, and only wanted to follow Kiana around and fish in troubled waters, and get some peach juice. Although it contained some thoughts of wanting to avoid trouble and wanting Kiana to help her take the fall, it does not mean that the girl herself was not prepared to face Raiden Mei and Yae Sakura.
The fact that she was able to immediately choose to take the peach after realizing that Kiana's actions were somewhat hesitant and that her firm will was not so firm as to be driven more by anger and courage, and thus went from going with the flow to becoming a main force, itself represents the girl's thoughts.
Or rather, just thinking that if I avoid it, Jiangcheng will have to face this kind of trouble... then I have to step up no matter what.
Because if Jiangcheng were to be pushed up, the outcome would be different regardless of the result, causing wear and tear.
Every beautiful flower eventually has its petals (and personality) wither.
The colors (richness) will definitely be worn away.
Whether it's becoming more responsible, more capable, or more courageous—at the cost of losing one's inner softness, none of this is acceptable to a young girl, and it is something she can never accept.
Jiang Cheng's desire to become a complete cripple has never changed from the beginning.
However, at the same time, I don't want Jiang Cheng to suffer so much, and I don't want Jiang Cheng to get hurt.
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P.S.: Since Kiana is more lively, we can add more interaction. If it were Mei or Sakura, they would be two quiet, reserved people and wouldn't do anything while shopping together.
How was the interaction? If possible, let's have more later. Anyway, we're almost done with Jiangcheng. The next big storyline will be about the Herrschers and Paradise.
Please forgive the slow update this time.
Chapter 143 Mistelline: Mr. Siegfried, please have some self-respect
Although he wanted to continue in this state of bliss, like replenishing his energy before facing the Great Demon King, Jiang Cheng was about to be properly recharged. However, at that moment, some members of the World Serpent had already sent a message—so important that it was only necessary to avoid disturbing Jiang Cheng.
As the messages were instantly read as information, Mistelin frowned, as if she had seen something dirty.
what……
It’s him…
Although I really don't want to run into them, it seems like it's not a bad idea to assert my sovereignty now.
Mistelin hesitated for a moment, then turned and smiled at the bewildered boy. "It seems you can fulfill the promise you made earlier."
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"If you want to pay homage to His Holiness the Bishop, you can probably just walk over there."
"Thanks, young man."
After a bumpy day's journey, Siegfried finally encountered a sensible passerby and, guided by the person, walked off into the distance—
Although she found the design of the snake wrapped around her finger on the symbol of destiny a bit strange—in her memory, the symbol of destiny shouldn't have such a messy thing, and even the clan crests of some families didn't have anything to do with it—her eagerness to see Jiang Cheng was enough to suppress everything else.
The monitoring measures were unexpectedly crude.
It's excessively rough.
It was very heavily guarded outside, making it difficult to sneak in, but once inside the core area, it became much easier.
Several people clearly saw him, but none of them recognized him or even questioned him...
I don't know whether to say that fate is becoming increasingly negligent, or that I'm dissatisfied with how quickly my name has been forgotten, leaving not even a trace behind.
Ever since I heard that faint voice that seemed to sound a lot like Cecilia, I've felt like my thoughts have become strange and chaotic.
Siegfried could only continue to suppress the issue as before, focusing his attention on action.
Fortunately, the person pointed out the right way.
You'll see the building after walking for about ten minutes.
According to that person's description, the same luxury, the same extravagance, and the same ability to occupy a place in Siegfried's memory had already appeared before his eyes.
He remembered how he and Cecilia used to attend those messy and meaningless meetings, and how they would leave together when they were over.
It seemed that decades had passed without any change—the carved golden vines meandered along the ivory-colored columns, their twists and turns resembling those of real plants. His most vivid memory was of a boy looking up through the cast-iron railing when a white dove happened to fly past the pointed arch of the rose window. That day, the sky was exceptionally clear, and the twilight bathed the angel wings on the stained glass in a honey-colored hue.
Even from a distance, one can see the cascading light formed by the melting of glass and stone slabs suddenly flowing over the stone windowsill. The scene of slaying the dragon is depicted in a miraculous way. When you look up, you can even see a 3D effect on the mural... I wonder how those craftsmen managed to do such a thing hundreds of years ago.
Even though it is essentially a religious building, it is still pleasing to the eye and mind.
Just walking around there and looking at the stained glass and his wife beside him can ease a lot of his worries.
Perhaps because it was so familiar, Siegfried even felt that he was seeing Cecilia's figure again.
Through the stained glass window, one can see a glimpse of pure, flawless beauty, like a flower, flashing by in the tiny crack.
—Maybe?
He wasn't even paying attention; he just kept moving forward, opening the door to his memory. The touch on his hand and even the way he opened it were the same.
...It feels like nothing has changed in hundreds of years; the records and descriptions of our ancestors are still useful today.
Siegfried shook his head, inwardly berating himself for becoming increasingly weak.
This is probably what is meant by feeling apprehensive about being close to home.
It must be an illusion...
magical……
think?
Once again, that pure white appeared before my eyes, a white more flawless than moonlight—clearer than ever before after entering the room, accompanied by an overly romantic and lively laugh.
The white-haired girl walked at the end of the line of sight, her long white hair cascading down her back, seemingly unkempt and somewhat messy.
Amidst the scattered silver-white, her azure eyes stood out like the moon on a starry night.
Ahhh...
Kiana...
Siegfried breathed a sigh of relief, his body instinctively going limp as he tried to hide further—it wasn't time to meet her yet—until another figure appeared at the edge of the corridor, a sliver of purple that, though dusty, still shone brightly, stealing all the luster.
They are people who can never be forgotten, can never be ignored, and will be noticed immediately no matter how normal they seem.
It doesn't come from its own special qualities, but from the title that symbolizes perhaps the most powerful person in human history.
—The Archbishop of Destiny.
His magnificent purple-gold robe alone was enough to attract attention, not to mention the opulent decorations and trinkets—standing next to the almost pure-colored girl with delicate and holy skin, he was like a flower set off by green leaves. He had achieved the ultimate in dazzling brilliance, and it was impossible for anyone to ignore his presence.
"Don't worry, Mei has already done it once, so she shouldn't find it so unacceptable now... right?"
"You're the one who shouldn't worry, right?" Kiana said, hands on her hips. "You've repeated it to me four times already."
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Meiyi...
accept……
Siegfried, who was just about to leave, suddenly felt like he couldn't take another step.
Even though the distance made it difficult to hear clearly, and the echo from the corridor wasn't very strong, those two words were enough to prove the point.
Ultimately, his primary reason and goal for coming here was not to find information about Jiangcheng—his most important goal was to resolve Kiana's emotional entanglements.
His identity as a covert search mission compelled him to leave immediately, but his duty as a father only made him clench his fists tighter at that moment.
Even if he's clumsy, even if he's defying the heavens, even if his actions are known to onlookers, the first thing they'll say is that he's either defying the heavens or a god. As a father, he and Raiden Ryoma are like a hidden dragon and a phoenix, and he's even a little worse than that guy in comparison—at least Raiden Ryoma can insert Mei's growth by opening a leather case.
Even if his role as a father doesn't significantly interfere, it's at least present. Raiden Mei doesn't need to worry about waking up one day to find her father has run away without a word, simply to resolve the issue of the Herrscher within her.
It completely ignores the necessary requirement for the existence of the Herrscher.
--mood.
He threw the bundle at the girl.
They placed everything on the girl's self-control, naively believing that she wouldn't have an emotional breakdown if she suddenly found herself alone one day and lost her father.
Such a thing is utterly foolish to even talk about—but even so, it cannot be denied that the reason ultimately stems from good intentions and goodwill.
Siegfried may have harbored resentment and anger at first, but now it can truly be said that—
He loves Kiana.
As a father.
That's why it's unbearable.
She couldn't bear the thought of her daughter being abandoned, nor could she bear the thought of her daughter actually staying with that scumbag, and she couldn't bear the thought of that scumbag even saying he accepted it, or talking about his other lover—just hearing about such things was enough to make her clench her fists.