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He gently knocked on the door with his knuckles and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong-
It was a familiar voice, as if I had returned to the past.
The warm and happy life before the Second Collapse seemed to have never gone away; it seemed that he had only gone a little further and walked through a small alley.
Cecilia wasn't killed by the missile, and Kiana wasn't knocked off the snow mountain... they're probably dead. Theresa, that brat, is standing next to Cecilia with a sour face.
Unfortunately, all of that is in the past—no one was more aware of this fact than Siegfried.
now……
Let's just consider it a moment of reminiscence.
With these thoughts in mind, Siegfried also began to recall how he had entered the house when he didn't have his key, because he didn't think fate would be so cruel, or so poor that it would be necessary to abandon the house of a dead hero to someone else to live in—until the second ring of the bell abruptly interrupted his recollection.
Almost the instant the bell rang, a soft, almost delicate voice came through—
"Jiang Cheng? Is that you again? If you need any help, just let me know."
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Undoubtedly, this voice belongs to only one person.
—Cecilia.
impossible!
Even after hearing the voice, Siegfried couldn't understand it at first, couldn't believe it, and even began to doubt whether he was hallucinating. He preferred to lower his head to check his body rather than look up, refused to press the bell again, and refused to respond to the person's light inquiry—because people who have already died cannot be resurrected, just like Kiana who fell into the snow mountain...
Tap——
The footsteps sounded clearly, and the owner of the room seemed to be waiting all the time. Without receiving a response, he was getting closer step by step.
step.
Two steps.
Realizing everything, Siegfried instinctively turned and ran, flailing his arms and legs wildly as he began his desperate escape.
creak-
When the warm door is gently opened.
A glamorous young woman, as elegant as a saint, stepped out and looked at the empty doorway, the remaining traces of information she could sense, and the pair of shoe prints on the carpet.
Not Jiangcheng.
Smell, feel... none of those.
Mistelin seemed to suddenly feel depressed. Her slender fingertips gently pressed her right eye, which was deliberately left unrepaired and covered by an eye patch. The slight pain she could still feel became more and more obvious with the pressing action, and the sensations that belonged to a boy were even clearer.
The ceremony is tomorrow, and you'll see it tomorrow.
Don't worry……
Keep peeking.
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P.S.: Why are we starting to persecute people too?
Chapter 127 Mistelin, almost a yandere
In the end, I didn't dare to stay there, and I didn't even dare to turn around or see who was the person who opened the door.
But after running away, you feel regret and can't help but look back. You hope to know who lives in the room, and whether it's the person who could never be you.
A contradictory mindset, a spiral of error.
Even Siegfried could clearly perceive it.
At this moment, his heart was twisted like a spiral. The only thing that could be compared to this was losing Kiana and then being nagged by Tesla to treat Kiana as his daughter. At that time, he was really angry and annoyed. The pain of losing his daughter almost drove him crazy.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but after groping around in the air for a while, he realized that he had even thrown away his clothes in his haste.
At least we've confirmed that this road is passable. Let's wait until tomorrow... after the ceremony tomorrow, we'll go see the people in this room.
It definitely couldn't be her anyway. What I saw that day was absolutely not an illusion; what I saw...
Ahhh...
At most, it's just another human experiment.
Otto...
Just thinking about that possibility, or rather, the only possibility, makes my fist clench involuntarily.
...Because Cecilia had undergone many experiments before, even without saying it directly, one could judge just by looking at her...
Even the most foolish person couldn't possibly fail to notice his wife's strangeness—the loss of taste can only be known through intimate contact, and it is only those closest to him who can more clearly perceive such a private matter, something absolutely intolerable, something that is greener than a tortoise, more incompetent and cowardly than a tortoise, something that can be tolerated for even a second.
Originally, I only intended it to fight against the Honkai...
It’s just…it’s just…
Ah……
Even Kiana has been cloned so many times.
Cecilia... Cecilia, who has been studied even longer...
His knuckles were twisted, and his fist was clenched so tightly that even the bones were creaking.
Siegfried even felt an urge to abandon the plan to find Jiang Cheng, find Otto first, give him a good punch, and then a kick, killing him right there.
Anyway, now that there's a new bishop, he's not as immobile as before, so it doesn't matter if he's killed, right?
These are truly compelling options that make you want to choose them.
However, we should not act rashly.
Having learned some patience after his reckless actions led to Kiana falling off the snowy mountain, Siegfried has now developed some patience.
"Jiangcheng is still more important. We need to find him again, find out everything, and then look for Otto."
He took a deep breath, then another, and glanced one last time at the closed door. He suppressed the urge to knock again, gripped the Heavenly Fire Judgment at his waist, and walked away into the distance.
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Inside the door that hadn't been knocked on, a gentle girl activated a communication device suspended in mid-air, gazing tenderly at the boy with black willow branches and pink eyes on the other side of the screen—
Perhaps because she was woken up at an inopportune time, even through the screen, one could clearly see the continuous hickeys on her face and neck. Her pink eyes looked somewhat dazed, and her upper body was not properly dressed, wearing only a simple shirt that exposed her collarbone and shoulders.
“Is it really alright to let Mr. Siegfried go unchecked?” Mistelin silently suppressed her emotions.
"It's fine."
“But he’s coming to find you now. Although I didn’t hear very clearly, this matter should be correct.” Misterin’s fingertips gently touched her chest, and with the reconstruction of the rational form, she reconstructed a new screen in front of the original screen, which displayed everything that Siegfried thought he had avoided, including the struggle in his expression and his self-talk, all of which were exceptionally clear.
"This matter doesn't matter. If I don't want him to find me and never be able to find me in his entire life, then I do have a lot to talk to him about."
The boy on the other side of the screen remained as relaxed as ever, his eyes still glazed over after witnessing everything.
"Isn't it important?" Mistelin asked softly.
"It's not important." Jiang Cheng nodded.
…clothing 0 (Ichiki (five) nine boudoirs…
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Ahhh...
Siegfried was indeed an incompetent fellow; he failed to protect his lover and his daughter.
Throughout her life, she was manipulated at will by Otto. Despite being a member of the Kaslana family, possessing extraordinary talent, and being a descendant of the clan leader, she was so confident and proud in her daily life, yet she couldn't even compare to Jiang Cheng, who considered himself an ordinary person.
Jiang Cheng really did plan everything in such a short time to successfully assassinate Otto, and it was with almost only one person's efforts. He didn't even rely on Mei, and he didn't even let Miss Mei use too many drugs.
Do not……
Can't say the same.
Mistelin retracted her somewhat harsh comments, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and gave the boy on the screen a radiant and gentle smile.
Siegfried wasn't without merit; at least he gave her an excuse to actively seek out Jiang Cheng.
"Finally, did you accept my gift properly?"
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Looking at that single eye covered by an eyepatch, and hearing that soft, delicate voice—Jiang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.
She was clearly a gentle and serene girl with long silver hair and dreamy eyes. On the pure white canvas, she used blue and purple to outline the ultimate wonder. Now, only one eye remained, her left eye staring at her. Her right eye, which should have been flawless, was now covered by an eye patch, as if a random stroke had been painted on a perfect canvas.
It's painful, frustrating, and uncomfortable to look at... However, the reason for all of this is also due to herself, even though a significant part of it is because the girl herself is unwilling to fix it.
That round object, which has shrunk completely due to lack of water or long-term exposure, is currently being isolated by the power of Jizo's Soul.
"I really like the gift, and I can feel your thoughtfulness. But if possible, please don't be so direct in the future. After all, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't stand being so... overly direct..."
Mistelin's words seemed to pierce Jiang Cheng's visual nerves directly; for the first time, he felt that even stacking armor was so difficult.
Even though she simply wanted to resist the gift, every word she uttered felt incredibly heavy, and in the end, all that remained was a hesitant, overly soft plea—
"I didn't mean anything insulting; it's just that it might seem a bit morbid to ordinary people."
—It seems that the gifts you received that time were quite a success!
Mistelin enjoyed the boy's rich emotions, the variety of his expressions, and the complexity of his demeanor.
That emotion comes entirely from the self standing here, not from anyone else. It belongs only to oneself, and can only be perceived by oneself. Presumably, when Jiang Cheng recalls that day, he will remember himself, not the previous generation who accidentally spoke those words through a transcribed body…
Honestly, I don't think I would feel this way... Doesn't such a clear separation of the self make this ability seem useless?
Transcription is clearly a very useful thing, and in many ways it is even better than the legendary Phoenix Nirvana.
Nevertheless, Mistelin simply clasped her hands together and gently accepted the plea of the boy, an amateur in internal warfare but an expert in external warfare.
As if making a guarantee, he pressed his hand to his chest and said, word by word, to Jiang Cheng, who was clearly flustered—
"Don't worry, I definitely won't do it again."
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What followed was a short chat. Although Jiang Cheng had previously shown himself to be a very efficient person, he was happy and tried his best to make the relationship between them appear better now that there was no need to be so tense. Just like when chatting with someone on a software, even if you have nothing to say, you don't want to be the last one to say it.
The conversation was generally pleasant, except for the occasional seemingly unintentional teasing remarks from the girl, which always gave Jiang Cheng the illusion that he was a cat being played with.
If you call out to Mei or Sakura at this point, they might be able to tell the difference through the shared feelings of female admiration.
However, Jiang Cheng did not let such a trivial matter disturb his lover's thoughts, nor did he believe that the human and the form of the Holy Mark could be similar.
Now that Misterine wants to chat with others and learn more about humanity, she should chat properly. No matter what, no one would target her or have any bad intentions. Even if the butterfly effect goes awry, it won't affect Misterine.
In short, it was a rather boring chatter, with no complete topic to be found, and the sentences were completely disjointed.
You asked how to manage the Fate Floating Island? I said the inherent nature between people is an insurmountable chasm.
It looked like the two people were saying two different things to each other, completely on different wavelengths.
Aside from the fact that they wouldn't discuss topics unrelated to Siegfried in their conversations, they were quite in sync—this was something even the Type, who possessed Cecilia's memories, should have been curious about Siegfried, and at least should have tried to ask the prophet Mistelline. However, Mistelline didn't want to mention it at all, and it seemed that her single beautiful eye was focused on the boy on the screen the whole time.
Looking, gazing, staring... even though it only has one eye, it seems to want to imprint everything on that one eye.
"In short, you don't need to worry. Compared to Siegfried, what really troubles me is the Ceremony of Ascension to Kidd."
"Don't even mention that Siegfried couldn't possibly hurt me. Even if he really wanted to kill me, with his current fighting strength, he couldn't possibly cause me any harm. Besides, although things didn't end well back in Changkong City, Kiana and I can still be considered friends."