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"Can't I like the person Kiana likes?"
Mistelin pressed on relentlessly.
Her posture, which should have been pure and gentle, was now utterly devoid of elegance. Only when the trembling in her eyes reached its peak, and the white-haired girl even involuntarily took a step back, did she unleash her final, prepared killing move—
"You don't think of me as someone else, do you? And now it's actually me who confessed to Jiang Cheng earlier and first, right?"
question.
She was questioning him.
A question that leaves no room for thought.
This is a different approach than simply confronting Jiang Cheng and trying to silence him.
By constantly seizing the initiative and relentlessly pressing forward, the other person is forced into the self-proving trap, forced to endlessly prove themselves and fall into someone else's snare. No matter what they say, how they explain, or how many excuses and reasons they give, it can be easily broken with just one or two sentences.
such as--
"Are you looking at me with pity?"
"Or are you planning to take your anger out on the victim?"
Can't explain.
Can't explain.
It is completely impossible to explain.
When someone completely seizes the initiative, it's like a high-level player attacking a low-level player; even the most skilled person can only try to regain the initiative and fight back gradually.
And clearly, Theresa, who was already ill-equipped to handle this situation, was even less able to refute that face—she couldn't even look directly into those angry eyes.
This wasn't some feigned sentimentality or pretense; she was genuinely angry. Even Miss Shaniat, who had never shown any emotion other than a smile and a gentle demeanor before, was now angry because she had immediately turned her anger towards Jiang Cheng.
I have never seen such a posture before.
Cecilia was furious, having never seen her before.
Even when she went to support the Valkyrie branch in New Zealand with her, and saw the Emperor-level Honkai Beast kill her former teammates, she just coldly dealt with the enemy without saying a word, and then used Black Abyss White Flower to try to find anyone who still had a chance of survival among the corpses.
Why am I so angry?
Why is this so?
I just can't understand things like this—and deep down I don't even want to understand them.
Kiana absolutely refuses to accept that someone who looks the same as Cecilia, and is even very likely a clone of Cecilia, should serve a man.
This kind of thing is absolutely unacceptable.
you……
They should know about this.
Knowing your own body, your origins, and your relationship with Kiana.
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……
……
Looking directly into those eyes, those trembling eyes filled with grievance and resentment, ripples spread across the morning mist like glass beads, two turquoise lakes shattered by a sudden storm, reflecting countless broken, crystalline fragments.
Her azure pupils were dilated to their limit, yet tears still glistened within them, reflecting the damp sky, as if they would spill out at any moment, and a light rain would begin to fall.
Anger is lost and cannot be retained, because this scene is like her just opening her mouth to complain, only to be met with her best friend walking up to her with a cold face. For the first time, a dark, livid color appeared on the face that she remembered as always being gentle and kind to her.
Perhaps Theresa was the right person, perhaps her anger was justified, but the moment those eyes saw the white-haired girl standing before her, everything crumbled.
Judah in his hand could no longer be lifted, and even his fighting posture collapsed in an instant, like a fierce beast that wanted to pounce on its prey but was stopped in the middle, suddenly turning from a majestic wolf into a pitiful little dog.
Theresa's actions were not actually wrong.
Even Mistelin, who seemed to be at odds with her at this moment, knew this very thing. She knew that she had no reason to criticize a parent who cared about her niece. In fact, all her pressing and questioning were just unreasonable behavior. She was neither on the moral high ground nor on the side of reason or emotion.
At least as an aunt who cares about her eldest niece, it is precisely this anxiety that reflects her concern.
It's understandable to dislike Jiang Cheng, since by universal standards, he is indeed a terrible guy.
If it weren't for the fact that I'm not human, I'd probably be very angry and furious, and I'd feel that I'd like someone who's unreasonable and spends all day by Jiang Cheng's side, and I'd even experience human emotions like jealousy... although it seems that I'm already starting to feel some of those emotions.
They are neither proactive nor refusing, indecisive in daily life, and absolutely unreliable unless it's a serious matter. They also like to sleep in late, slack off, and have many other bad habits.
There's nothing we can do; it's human nature to be hypocritical.
Being rude to Jiang Cheng is the original sin.
Even if Theresa is completely in the right, I will still be dissatisfied with the way Theresa treats Jiang Cheng. This feeling from the bottom of my heart is something I can't suppress, and I don't want to suppress, even though I have enough self-control... Well, I don't want to forget this new feeling easily, and I want to experience the feeling called favoritism properly.
Because of the fact that he is both human and not human, he has both human double standards and non-human hobbies.
Jiang Cheng, who is infatuated with an incompetent good-for-nothing, is considered trash or inferior by outsiders.
So, shouldn't I be the one who's being unreasonable?
...It doesn't really matter.
Mistelin didn't care about any of that. She simply clasped her hands together and flattened everything in them before continuing to stare at Theresa.
"This appearance is what I was born with. I've had this look since the moment I was born. And I really, really like Jiang Cheng. If we have to separate and can never be lovers, then I'll probably choose to end my life in a way that you would call suicide."
“But Kiana…” Theresa was still struggling.
The gaze cast through the white bangs was already pitiful.
Unfortunately, Mistelin showed no mercy at this moment; this white-haired woman would only continue with her usual expression—
"Kiana is sincere, of course, and as far as I know, you've only known her for a few months, haven't you?"
"..."
Even that pitiful gaze is gone.
The little dog was so scared by what they said that it didn't even dare to lift its head.
Why would Kiana fall for Jiang Cheng like this? Why is she so sad inside? Why does she have these personality problems?
Mistelin's words came out like a machine gun, bombarding the petite girl with question after question, leaving her increasingly hunched over and dejected.
"Mmmm..."
The girl, who could only listen and couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal, simply accepted the impending final attack.
"Shouldn't the problem lie with the person who made Kiana this way? Jiang Cheng, who offered help and assistance, is the one who is liked because of that. Shouldn't he be the one to be thanked? He didn't even forcefully reject Kiana—even though he doesn't lack lovers."
Is this helpful?
do not know.
The teenagers in Changkong City were indeed very careful, not exposing that part of their lives to anyone.
But that doesn't stop Mistelin from imagining a scenario where Kiana receives help, since Jiang Cheng's personality would definitely lead him to offer some assistance unintentionally.
"You need to know one thing," she said, holding up one last index finger, "Jiang Cheng has only half agreed, but he hasn't taken Kiana's body. He's essentially gained a reputation as a scumbag without getting any enjoyment. He's already burdened with so much. If he continues to act so unreasonable, even I'll get angry."
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So embarrassing...
Jiang Cheng, looking at Theresa who was even more pitiful than a dog, inexplicably felt a little empathy.
From her hair, which looked as if it had been battered by rain and even her ahoge (cowlick) was hanging down, to her eyes that dared not lift her head or show her face.
However, this time there was a difference. The difference was that he felt embarrassed simply because the same thing had happened to him—because as an observer, he was listening to Mistelin in front of him using words that could only be described as boasting or even fanatical praise to whitewash himself.
Ahhh...
I……
Am I really that good?
Didn't they just offer some free psychological treatment and help, and maybe give some encouragement when someone is sad?
Even these words of encouragement and comfort were only half-baked. At most, they would gently approach someone who felt abandoned by the whole world, speaking as softly as possible, without disturbing or bothering them, saying, "Actually, you're not that bad off."
That's all.
The only redeeming quality is that it was relatively timely.
Because a girl's feelings are far more precious than his own possessions, and his life is tied to them, he would promptly offer half-baked help whenever she showed signs of sadness or grief. He also worried about being thanked by the girl, so he always reached out in an equal manner, rather than offering a condescending rescue.
They did such a tiny bit of work, neither granting power to fulfill desires nor resurrecting hundreds of dead people from the Honkai, they just said some simple, heartfelt words that weren't fancy... How could they be hyped up like this?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what Mistelin said might have been a bit of an exaggeration. Please don't be angry if it bothers you..."
I subconsciously worry that I'll be disliked for being too exaggerated.
But the boy who turned around immediately froze in place—reflected in her cherry-colored pupils was a girl with the same expression as Mistelin, her hands clenched into fists in front of her chest not in prayer, but as if she were getting excited, becoming excited with every word she spoke.
It seemed as if one could faintly hear the girl's lips softly murmuring.
"Feel sorry……"
"Aunt..."
Her azure eyes flickered slightly—the obedient girl simply gazed at her silently, "But I really, really can't lose Jiangcheng again. I never want to see that fate of my stinky old man repeat itself."
So what the hell am I thinking?
For Kiana...
Isn't mental well-being important? Isn't having friends important?
Even his extraordinary emotional intelligence was completely disrupted at this moment, and the boy suddenly slapped his own soul in the depths of his consciousness.
How can it be?
Otherwise, Otto wouldn't have planned to give Theresa away.
"In short, things like this should be resolved gradually. Let's not rush things." He strode forward, blocking the two of them, silencing Mistelin's prepared remark, especially seeing Theresa on the verge of tears—
"Stop wasting any more time, Minister Theresa. I order you to step down in the name of the bishop."
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Chapter 139 Bronya: Master, Bronya reporting!
The story finally came to an end with Theresa lifting her skirt, her head brimming with tears, yet her gaze remained stubbornly defiant.
Even if someone could muster anger towards Jiang Cheng, it would soften the next moment because of Mistelin taking a step forward, or even Kiana running over as well.
Even when he looked at his eldest niece with pitying eyes, he only received a gaze that was apologetic yet overly firm—
"I'm sorry, Auntie, but Jiang Cheng... he really helped me a lot. I'll handle this myself."
"To put it less harshly, you've missed Kiana's upbringing for far too long, so you don't have much ability to manage her." Mistelin was indeed as tactful as before, at least her expression was no longer as livid as it had been.
Although Theresa still dared not look directly into those purple eyes.
"OK OK,"
In the end, it was Jiang Cheng who gently clapped his hands, preventing the tragic fate of the girl who was now an enemy of the world.
Cherry-colored eyes were fixed on the white-furred ball of fluff, the girl who, in the future, could break free from the loss of her memories and rediscover herself.
"Although I don't think you have any right to criticize me here, and as a bishop I should be scolding you, I am still willing to assure you of some things—I can assure you that I will not betray Kiana, and if we are just friends, I will absolutely not do anything out of line."
it is true……
You can hear it, you can feel it.
Theresa was certain that Jiang Cheng's assurance was entirely true—even though this assurance was based on the fact that Jiang Cheng had been actively seduced by Kiana, and that even if he had taken the first time without any hindrance, no one could blame him for taking the side of justice, she still chose to stop Kiana's actions.
What she witnessed, coupled with Kiana's long-standing melancholy and the fact that she was only now showing some initiative befitting her age... made the girl increasingly agitated.
"Anyway, I don't care anymore, but remember at least... at least come see me twice a year, right?"
"Also, remember to be nice to Kiana."
In any case, at least the love was real.
Jiang Cheng is absolutely certain and guarantees this is the only matter he will address.