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—This is already realistic enough for non-humans.
"Thanks……"
Jiang Cheng subconsciously reached out and took the cup, feeling a clear warmth coming from his right side. Only then did he realize that his right hand had recovered.
When Reimu turned her gaze away and VIV Liu Qiqi appeared, what she saw was no longer the one made of soul steel from her memory—
Not to mention daily life and combat, I don't even dare to use my prosthetic limbs when playing with girls.
It's flesh-colored.
Its flesh color is exactly the same as the rest of the body.
Because the sensations he experienced were almost identical to the perfect tactile sensations of the perfect steel prosthetic limb previously created by Vilvi, only more realistic in terms of physical feel, Jiang Cheng only realized everything now, realizing that the nerves that had been reconnected and could now be perceived.
Subconsciously, he moved again, shifting his five fingers while gripping the cup tightly. He even couldn't help but gently touch the skin of his right hand with his left hand. It was skin without any flaws, no different from touching any other part of his body, thanks to the enhancement of the Awakened One.
It is warm and smooth.
Something that is the complete opposite of the coldness of steel.
With a gentle exertion, I could feel my own strength and the energy finally completing a full cycle. Subconsciously, I exerted force, even slightly deforming the cup in my hand.
and many more?
Jiang Cheng gently pressed the cup with his other hand.
No.
After gradually increasing the force, I was able to leave a mark on the cup when I could feel that I had used half the force.
Perhaps because they had anticipated this problem when they handed it over, the thing that looked like a glass cup was so hard that it was comparable to Soul Steel.
Jiang Cheng, finally relieved, immediately looked up at the person who truly deserved his gratitude—
Thank you so much.
"As long as it's okay..."
You could still vaguely sense a hint of guilt about the girl—like a child who has done something wrong and is reserved in front of their parents. At this moment, the small details in her eyes and brows were more like those of a human.
Well……
It doesn't matter what I did.
In any case, even Ling did not sense any serious harm to herself, or any rewriting of her experience.
I probably encountered some minor issues because I didn't have much practical experience, but my hand is now moving very smoothly and realistically.
Jiang Cheng didn't care about such a small problem at all, and compared to this, his gaze unconsciously swept over his right hand, which was slightly wet.
Have you washed your hands?
Why does it look so strange?
"What...what happened?"
Realizing she was being watched, the girl instantly covered her hands behind her back, avoiding eye contact.
His voice sounded strangely weak, completely lacking its usual gentle yet somewhat aloof tone.
"Gudong——Gudong——"
Using drinking water as a cover for his actions, and finally having his parched throat moistened by the warm water, Jiang Cheng continued to express his gratitude.
"Thank you so much, you've been a great help."
Faced with this heartfelt gratitude, Mistelin's expression turned somewhat awkward.
The girl, biting her lip slightly, asked tentatively in a soft voice—
"I'm so glad I could help you."
"Really...really don't you feel anything strange in your body?"
"No." Jiang Cheng looked at her, puzzled. "If you're worried about the surgery, my physical condition is very strong. Even if your technique isn't very skilled and there's a small problem, I can grow back normally, unless you do something serious... You won't really cause me any big problems, will you?"
"Absolutely not!"
Before the boy could get carried away with his thoughts, Mistelin quickly waved her hands and shook her head like a rattle.
"There will absolutely be no lasting effects on your health, Jiang Cheng. You will be perfectly healthy from head to toe. I have thoroughly examined you."
an examination?
All?
Jiang Cheng subconsciously lowered his head—the color reflected in those cherry-colored pupils was a gorgeous purple.
Just as the right hand we just saw wasn't made of steel, the clothes we see now aren't the same outfit Mei prepared at all. They're practically a matching set with Mistelin's, a classic double-breasted tuxedo with purple and white as the main colors.
Compared to questions like "Where were my clothes put?", "Why were my clothes changed?", and "Why was it necessary to check these things?", the first questions I'd ask are actually...
"You can even make clothes this fast? You managed to make such a form-fitting outfit for me so quickly."
"Does Rika... also possess such unimaginable abilities in this area of daily life?"
me……
These things were made by me—something that, of course, cannot be said under any circumstances.
If it were told, I would definitely be disliked, and they might also find out that the previous cups were made using my/Rigo-sensei.
Fortunately, things didn't get to the worst point. Instead of delving deeper into the issues or asking questions, the boy's self-talk saved the day.
"Too."
"After all, we're all Superman."
Jiang Cheng nodded gently, then squeezed the almost transparent glass in his hand even harder, leaving five finger marks on the smooth glass. He then raised it up and gazed at the light reflecting off the glass under the lamplight, which had a girlish feel to it—or rather, was designed to imitate the girlish decor of the past, with a slight lavender hue.
Although it is unknown what it is made of, it is clearly a very precious material, and even such a precious material can leave a mark in his hands with just a little force.
Theoretically, my body is still in a state of depletion... but in reality, it has almost recovered, and I feel that the potential that had been squeezed out of my body has once again filled my whole body.
He ignored, or rather, couldn't see, the alluring blush that had spread across the girl's face beside him, down to the tips of her ears.
"As expected, I can no longer be called an ordinary person at all." Jiang Cheng sighed to himself.
pity.
Mistelin nodded gently.
I wish you could really become a useless person.
Even if I open my eyes, I'll treat me like the unconscious cripple I was before, allowing me to study me at will.
It's probably something that should be called an obsession, but even now, I can't help but hope in my heart that I've been hoping for since the beginning—that Jiang Cheng can become someone who has no ability, no talent, no special characteristics, and no Mei and Sakura by his side, living a rich life with the delicate heart of an ordinary person.
Although such a thing is probably impossible now, we can only hold onto our hopes and wish that one day we could see something similar. After all, even if we had the chance to do it now, the girl would never do such a thing.
This matter caused Jiangcheng to lose everything.
Ahhh...
Let's stop thinking about this.
Mistelin took a deep breath, trying to regain some of the demeanor she used to have when facing Jiang Cheng—using her usual gentle and elegant combing technique.
"In short, your matter has been resolved. Is there anything else you need to do now?"
"As for things to do... there are certainly many." Jiang Cheng, who had been pondering for a while, answered without any hesitation.
Whether it's the coronation ceremony of the bishop, or the handling of the relationship between Mei and Sakura, including showing off her new right hand, it's all necessary.
No--.
Compared to those things.
The tasks to be done were determined from the very beginning.
"--Thanks."
……
……
……
The enormous sound was unexpected, completely beyond anything anticipated. At first glance, the girl couldn't even discern what the two characters were.
His pupils trembled slightly, flickering with a bewildered, hazy, and incomprehensible light under the lamp.
It wasn't until she slowly turned her head that Mistelin happened to hear that earnest announcement once again.
"The first thing I really need to do is express my gratitude to you—otherwise I would feel so bad for not doing so."
In those beautiful eyes that gradient from purple to blue, what was reflected at this moment was a boy named Jiang Cheng, who was gently smiling, his fingers pressed against his chest, his eyes blinking with a brilliance like cherry blossoms falling in spring—expressing his gratitude in the most solemn and earnest way.
"Thank you so much for your help, Miss Mistelin."
"Without you, I would definitely have a lot of problems."
……
……
……
what……
what……
what……
Is that so?
Is that so?
Is that so?
I could see it clearly, I could look directly into his pupils, I could see clearly the colors in the cherry blossom petals, and in those colors was the only image of me—Mistelin.
There is no Cecilia, nor does there exist a previous version of myself; rather, there is the real me, just at this moment, just with this particular personality.
There's no need to create entirely new experiences or revise past memories, because I've already left the deepest impression on others.
I've become someone like Mei.
—It was only now, belatedly, that I realized all of this.
But there's one thing that's never too late: once you realize it, you'll never play it.
I could hardly resist.
Mistelin wanted to ask some questions.
He wanted to ask Jiang Cheng, specifically the Jiang Cheng who was watching him, some questions—
Am I the one and only person in your eyes?
Can I be the one and only person in your eyes?
Can you absolutely distinguish each and every one of me?
It must be possible.
It's not Cecilia, it's not Misteline, it's the second Misteline.
Such desire was almost unbearable—it was as if all the emotions that had accumulated since the moment of transcription/birth, all the emotions that had perhaps existed for a very long time without my realizing it, but which had been submerged by long memories of the past, were about to be released and exploded out.
—The girl's lips were almost parted.
fortunately.
Thank goodness.
Fortunately, it's gotten to the point where just thinking about something I didn't say aloud makes me want to pat my chest in relief.
The sound was swallowed the moment the tip of the tongue left the mouth and tapped against the teeth.
Gollum—
It had really opened its mouth wide and swallowed it all, as if it were chewing on air to die, even its tongue was about to be swallowed.
Her long neck twitched slightly. Only after she had done all this did Mistelin pat her chest under Jiang Cheng's astonished gaze, her arrogant curve trembling as she responded.
"Thank you for your compliment, the first compliment I have ever received in this world."