Cecilia's Flower

"Hurry up and go!"

"Yes!"

Left with no other option, Xia Huangwen had to step down.

For him, his ideas were still a bit outdated.

But it's not his fault; this was a feudal era where the royal family was supreme.

"I didn't expect Little Hongyu to be so dignified." Ling Yuan gently pinched Hongyu's soft cheek.

"Um, Brother Ling Yuan, please don't tease Hongyu." Hongyu, whose face was burning from being pinched, couldn't help but lower her head.

Her face is probably as red as her hair right now.

Soon, Xia Huangwen brought over a red robe that was reserved for royalty.

After getting off Ling Yuan, Hongyu took the clothes and went to Morgana, handing them over. "Sister, take these to your room and change."

"No, no need, it'll just get you dirty," Morgana quickly waved her hand.

"It's alright, this dress is already too small for me. I'll just throw it away if I don't wear it, so you don't need to worry," Hongyu said softly, forcefully stuffing the dress into Morgana's hands.

Morgana stared blankly at the clothes in her hand.

The first gift you receive in your life.

"Thanks..."

But soon, Morgana's face flushed again. Clutching the clothes in her hands, she whispered, "Um, I don't know how to wear this..."

"It's alright, I'll help you change." Hongyu took Morgana's hand.

"!!!"

Xia Huangwen, who had been watching closely the whole time, gripped his clothes tightly.

His pupils were so bloodshot they looked like they were about to burst.

She actually had Lady Hongyu personally help her change clothes! This woman is a formidable enemy!

Simply put, it's jealousy.

Soon, Hongyu brought Morgana out.

In an instant, her exquisite face amazed everyone.

No one expected that the dusty little 'beggar' would transform into a refined young lady.

"Jana is so cute!" Hongyu pounced on Morgana from behind, pressing her face against hers.

"Hmm~"

Morgana remained silent, but her rosy cheeks revealed her shyness.

"Ling Yuan, where did you kidnap this child from?" Laxus asked curiously, arms crossed.

"What do you mean by human trafficking? Am I that kind of person?" Ling Yuan asked.

"I accidentally went to Udan when I came here. Morgana is the young lord's slave," Ling Yuan said calmly.

"Slave?!"

In an instant, everyone's expression changed.

This identity isn't exactly friendly.

Xia Huangwen, in particular, is almost going crazy.

What exactly did he do by making a slave wear His Highness's clothes?

"How pitiful."

The Monkey King looked at Morgana with heartache.

They're so young, they must have suffered a lot.

"Udan, is it the territory of a small, remote country? I'm amazed you managed to find this place." Hongyan glanced at Ling Yuan.

"I do know about the Eighth Empire in the East."

"Hongyan, Morgana, I will stay here and be Hongyu's protector."

"What?!" The others were stunned.

Hongyan narrowed her eyes and looked at Morgana: "I need a reason."

"She is Fanalis."

Hongyan's pupils widened in surprise.

"Fanalis? That race that's born to fight?" Lian Hongming asked in astonishment.

"What is Fanalis?" Kouha asked, demonstrating a strong cultural tradition of asking questions when unsure.

Koumei fanned himself with his fan and said solemnly, "It is a race that lives on the Dark Continent. It is said that that race is capable of fighting against a thousand men."

"The Leim Empire, which dominates the north, relied on the Fanalis mercenary group to establish the stability of the entire country."

"Why?"

For a time, Kouha became very interested in Morgana.

"Brother Yan Hongyan, let Jana stay," Hongyu said.

Hongyan lowered her arms and calmly met Hongyu's gaze. "Is this your idea?"

"Yes!" Hongyu said firmly.

"Alright, you've developed self-awareness, so I won't say anything, but you must take responsibility for your actions." Hongyan's gaze remained calm.

"Thank you, Brother Yan!" Hongyu's face lit up with joy.

"Is this really a good idea? To leave a Fanalis in the palace?" Koumei walked to Hongyan's side and whispered.

"Hongyu has her own ideas, and as her elder brother, I shouldn't interfere." Hongyan shook his head.

"Furthermore, I'm quite interested in Fanalis as well."

Koumei: "..."

Looking at Hongyan's slightly upturned lips, he thought to himself.

It's to satisfy your insatiable desires, isn't it?

"His Majesty has arrived! His Highness the Princess has arrived!"

Just then, the gatekeeper's voice came from outside.

All the children of the Lian family are of the same rank.

They all turned around, looked at the two figures walking in through the door, and bowed in unison.

"Father! Mother!"

"Rise, everyone. It's Hongyu's birthday today, so don't be so formal." Hong De waved his hand and gave Hongyan a deep look.

He knew that Hongyu was not well received in the palace because she was an illegitimate child.

Because there were many people and many eyes in the harem, he could only provide assistance in secret.

But for some reason, Hongyan volunteered to help Hongyu organize her birthday party.

He knew his own son well, and this was the first time Hongyan had ever cared so much about things other than fighting.

"Thank you, Father Emperor!"

The next moment, everyone stood up at the same time.

Ling Yuan looked at the beautiful woman next to Emperor Hongde and smiled gently, "Alba."

"Lord Hongyan."

At that moment, a woman and a man emerged from behind the two of them.

The late emperor's orphan.

Lian Baiying and Lian Bailong.

Surprisingly, when the Little Boy, Lian Bailong, looked at his biological mother, Ren Gyokuen, his eyes were filled with gloom and hatred.

Chapter 107 Cecilia Flower

Lily

A low-key and reserved flower, elegant and pure, beautiful and fragrant, without any ostentation.

Kiana was still somewhat dazed as she looked at Cecilia in front of her.

She really didn't know if all of this was a dream.

She met her mother, who was younger than her and shorter than her.

But when faced with this familiar yet unfamiliar person, she didn't know how to start a conversation.

She didn't know how to tell Cecilia about her.

It could be Kiana, the Subject K423, or even the Second Herrscher Sirin.

In what capacity should she ask Cecilia?

Just then, a soft, warm hand grasped hers.

Kiana looked up and saw Cecilia looking at her gently. "Don't be nervous, speak slowly."

Kiana's pupils dilated slightly.

You are always so gentle.

"Um, Miss Cecilia ..."

"Um?"

"If, I mean if, one day in the future, you meet your other half and have a child with him."

"But one day, someone suddenly snatched your child. When you went to rescue him, you found that the child had died, and the only survivor was an experimental subject created through genetic engineering..."

After saying that, Kiana looked up at Cecilia: "What would you do?"

"Then I will raise her as my own child."

Kiana was taken aback, then quickly said, "Let her take the place of your original child and enjoy the love she shouldn't have. Even so, are you willing to accept her?"

"Indeed, it must be very heartbreaking for parents to lose their own child."

Memories flowed through Cecilia's eyes.

Whenever the Honkai erupts, some Valkyrie always die; they too are children of parents.

When she went to offer condolences on behalf of Schicksal, the heart-wrenching cries also tore at her heart and lungs.

"Then why..."

"But even an experimental subject is still a person with a soul and flesh and blood."

"What?"

Cecilia smiled slightly, "Speaking of test subjects, I'm reminded of my friend. You may not know her; her name is Theresa."

Kiana's pupils contracted.

Aunt Flo?

Seeing Kiana's gaze, Cecilia assumed that the other was just shocked and said with a smile, "Don't be surprised. Creating life artificially is not something that can't be done openly in my world."

"Theresa is one of my few friends in Schicksal. She is an artificial human created by the Lord Bishop using Honkai Beast genes and Saintess Kallen genes. Because she is an artificial human, everyone is afraid of her."

"I am the Saintess of Sanjat, S-rank Valkyrie belonging to Schicksal; my status, bloodline, and strength may seem glamorous, but they leave me without a single friend to talk to."

"Miss Cecilia ..." Kiana stared blankly at Cecilia.

It turns out that even such a noble person can have such a desolate expression.

"I met Theresa, who was also alone, and perhaps because we were both lonely, we became good friends."

"We often use each other's identities to create conveniences. For example, when my family wouldn't let me go out, Theresa would use her status as the bishop's granddaughter to get in through the back door."