The Story Will Be a Little Long (Continued)

Durandal paused for a moment, then put her arm around Kiana's shoulder and nodded emphatically.

"Me too, nice to meet you, Kiana."

"Then, should I return the name Kiana to you?"

Kiana looked up, smiling at Durandal. There was no hesitation or apprehension—well, actually there was a little, after all, it was a name she'd used for so long.

However, she no longer needs that name to define her existence. She possesses so much, and the name is just one of her treasures, no longer the only one.

If Durandal needs it, Kiana can happily return the name to her.

Durandal simply smiled and shook her head in response:

"I already have the name 'Bianca Durandal Atagina,' and I love it. As for 'Kiana,' that's yours. You deserve it, no, you've made it an even warmer and more precious symbol. Without a doubt, you are Kiana, the best Kiana."

"... What you said makes me feel embarrassed."

Kiana blushed slightly.

Although she always boasts, Kiana is still quite aware of her own character.

She felt unworthy of such praise as Durandal's. Compared to Durandal, who had shone brightly since Nirvana rebirth, Kiana felt quite ashamed of her own lack of composure.

I always felt that if Durandal had continued to use the name "Kiana", it would have given the name a more brilliant and dazzling meaning.

"Don't say that out loud, what if someone hears it..."

Kiana pleaded, her face flushed with embarrassment, but before she could finish speaking, she noticed a cute little head peeking out from the doorway.

Blonde hair, purple eyes, and a wooden expression placed on an incredibly delicate face create an irresistibly charming contrast. Without a doubt, this is Anqi.

Then, one head after another peeked out from the doorway.

Anqi: "You are Kiana, the best Kiana ~"

Theresa: "The best Kiana ~~"

Fu Hua: "The best Kiana ~~~"

Raiden Mei: "The best..."

Kiana: "Aaaaaah!!!"

Afterwards, according to eyewitnesses, Kiana's eye turned gold on the spot amidst the screams of the female groundhog.

Only Durandal watched this scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. After a moment, she patted Kiana's head and comforted her with a look of doting affection.

The day before Schicksal, the Holy Maiden's home was in harmony, with countless joys and sorrows condensed into a unique drama—anyway, everyone was quite pleased to see the two old men trying their best to please the two girls, while the girls looked embarrassed and helpless.

Meanwhile, Rita crawled out of her warm, fragrant bed, clutching her forehead, looking somewhat distraught.

What happened?

I remember the preparations for the archbishop's inauguration ceremony were nearing completion, and Durandal was about to confront her past, so I was feeling somewhat conflicted. Then, I had some drinks with Sakura-sama at dinner, and then...

"Mmm~~"

It seemed that the sound of the blanket being pulled back disturbed the other person's sleep, and a soft, charming moan came from beside them.

Rita froze, mechanically and slowly turning her head. What came into view was an indescribable roundness and fullness. Like a freshly steamed snowflake bun, adorned with delicate peach pink. Her saintly, flawless beauty, along with her slightly trembling animal ears, exuded a dangerous allure.

In short, it's a mouthwatering delicacy.

'The bed is clean, and we don't have any strange marks on us, so it shouldn't be the worst situation. But Lady Sakura is from five hundred years ago; she must be very pure in this respect...'

Rita tried to calm herself, but the more she thought about it, the more her heart trembled.

In that instant, she had already imagined a hundred ways she could die, and the reasons for her execution—making a lewd advance on the Archbishop, two-timing the strongest Valkyrie, and so on... Wait, Durandal is a bit of a dork; nothing's even come of it yet. Never mind then.

"Rita?"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Yae Sakura's weak yet alluring call sent a shiver down Rita's spine.

Yae Sakura simply gazed quietly at the snowy back, waist, and soft mounds so close to her, her eyes filled with a hazy, alluring beauty, her heart filled with pure appreciation for beauty.

Unfortunately, Anqi has long since moved beyond the rudimentary stage of simply seeking pleasure and possessiveness. She won't act recklessly unless the relationship has reached that level—a prime example being the still-pure Wendy. If it were before she had the Queen of the Void, little Wendy would have been posed in a thousand different ways by Delta.

So, nothing really happened last night. We just cuddled and slept together, the kind of intimacy you get between very close friends.

However, seeing Rita's nervous reaction, Yae Sakura couldn't help but smile. She deliberately blushed, pulled the blanket up to cover her chest, and said shyly:

"Rita, is this..."

"No! It's just normal interaction between friends! Girls are all like that!"

To save her life, Rita's mind raced.

Yae Sakura blinked blankly, then hesitated and said:

Is this how girls always are?

"Yes! If you don't believe me, ask Durandal. We sometimes sleep together like this too."

"Oh... oh, it's alright then. Maybe, maybe I'm just not used to it yet. Back in our day, this kind of thing only... only..."

Yae Sakura's face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck, and even her human ears were flushed with a blush that looked like they were about to bleed—an incredibly innocent and adorable reaction.

"..."

Rita, who could freely flirt with Durandal and Theresa, now felt a sense of guilt.

But then again, such a pure and innocent archbishop smells so good.