No, perhaps he was plotting against me right now.
Fu Hua took a deep breath. No matter how many more centuries passed, she would never get used to dealing with a greedy man like Otto.
"If I were at my peak, I wouldn't need to burn my memories to deal with the Third Herrscher."
Fu Hua spoke calmly. Though she could not remember how powerful she had been back then, she had the absolute feeling that she had not been weaker than anyone.
"Oh."
Yet Otto merely responded. Restoring Fu Hua to her peak would require further consideration. What he needed Fu Hua to fight was not a Herrscher, but the Will of Honkai.
"When the Tai Xu Divine Sword burns memories, what if all your memories were copied and uploaded into a database? After you burned them all, if the copied memories were implanted back into you, could you use the Tai Xu Divine Sword through those memories?"
Fu Hua shook her head. This approach certainly suited Otto's character.
"No. If they are merely copied memories, they lack the heart. No matter how much is copied, it would be useless."
"Burning memories is, in truth, also burning one's own heart."
Otto felt somewhat regretful. If it worked, he could use Fu Hua like Levantine.
After she left the field, he could implant memories into her, wait for the cooldown, then unleash her ultimate again.
"Fine." From the corner of his eye, Otto spotted a familiar figure in the women's restroom. "She's here. Stay on standby in Changkong City for now. Also, watch out for Anti-Entropy. Their people may be desperately searching for both me and the Third Herrscher."
Fu Hua nodded and gave Mei, who had emerged from the restroom, a meaningful glance.
Though she was the Third Herrscher, being targeted by someone like Otto was truly pitiful.
Without saying anything more, Fu Hua, who knew very well how to focus on her own duties, turned and left without exchanging another word with Otto.
Otto did not watch Fu Hua's departing back. Instead, he stared at the ground, his brow faintly furrowed. Though Fu Hua had not noticed that the person inside him had actually changed, Otto was not pleased.
Because Fu Hua currently had no way to knock the Will of Honkai offline.
If the Will of Honkai came online again, Otto did not think it would fall for the same trick twice.
He was playing chess with a god.
Still, he put away his troubled expression, because Mei had arrived. He could not let her see that face, or it would affect today's date.
"Did I keep you waiting?"
Mei came before Otto, her hands held behind her back as she asked timidly.
To her, Mr. Otto was a mysterious person. She felt that if she angered him, something bad would happen.
"No. It's just noon now. Let's go have lunch."
"Mm."
The sun rose high, then set, leaving only the afterglow.
Holding a crepe, Kiana said to Asakura Miyuki beside her.
"Let's call it a day. I had a lot of fun."
"Does this... mean we're friends now?"
Kiana asked Asakura Miyuki as she looked at her second friend.
Long raven-like hair cascaded down like a waterfall, eyes as intoxicating as the night sky, skin as pure and fair as snow, and elegant, quiet, dignified manners. She truly was a genuine young lady.
Unlike herself.
"Mm, Kiana." Looking at Kiana, Asakura Miyuki smiled. "We are already friends."
"I'm very happy you came out with me today. Actually, I'm also a transfer student. I just arrived a month earlier than you."
"Meeting you truly has been my honor."
The girl was dignified and elegant, and Kiana raised an eyebrow slightly.
Oh? So she got bullied after transferring here?
Kiana recalled that desk. But now that she was here, she would not allow them to do that.
Besides, Senba Academy's reopening was nowhere in sight.
"See you later, then. Someone's waiting for me at home."
Kiana said, while Asakura Miyuki's eyes revealed a trace of envy and loneliness, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
"How nice. Having family waiting when you go home."
Kiana did not hear her. She waved to Asakura Miyuki, then turned and left.
What a carefree girl.
I really envy her.
Asakura Miyuki watched Kiana's departing figure. Once she could no longer see her, she began walking home.
But shadows blocked her path.
The girl struggled, but it was useless. Several men dragged her into a secluded alley, while several figures blocked the exit.
"Idiot! Did you think transferring to a girls' school would let you escape?"
The man roughly shoved Asakura Miyuki. Her back struck the wall, and a pained cry escaped her lips.
"You can't escape until we get tired of you, stupid bitch!"
The man was lying.
Once they got tired of playing with her, they would make the girl earn money for them to squander. As for whether she lived or what became of her life, that was irrelevant.
The men began stripping off her clothes.
The girl tilted her head weakly, her empty eyes staring up at the sky.
Tears and struggling were meaningless, because she had already fallen into a nightmare before coming to Senba Academy.
She understood now. Transferring schools was meaningless. Everywhere was hell.
In her mind... Kiana's face appeared.
Her body trembled slightly. Her faint resistance only made the men more excited.
The doll that had already broken was struggling.
But... I'm different now.
A strange smile appeared at the corner of her lips. But when the men saw that unsettling smile, one of them punched the girl in the face.
"What are you smiling for? A toy should act like a toy!"
Her face swelled, and blood dripped down.
Then, a furious roar suddenly rang out.
"What are you doing?!"
"Let go of my friend, right now!!!"
Kiana stood at the entrance of the alley, glaring wide-eyed at the girl and the men. Rage burned in her chest.
She could not tolerate such a thing.
When the men saw the white-haired beauty who had suddenly appeared, their lewd expressions had not even surfaced before a white meteor shot into the crowd.
A flying kick sent the man pinning Asakura Miyuki down flying. He slammed into the wall, his body twisting into a grotesque shape before collapsing to the ground.
He no longer breathed.
Kiana had forgotten that she was wearing the White Comet Armor.
Seeing the twisted body, the other thugs screamed. Some were so terrified that their legs gave out, and they crawled toward the alley exit.
Kiana ignored them. She helped Asakura Miyuki up and asked with concern.
"Are you okay?"
Asakura Miyuki looked at her Savior and smiled.
If only.
I had met you sooner.
"I... I'm fine."
Looking at the dashing Kiana.
Asakura Miyuki felt that she had fallen in love.
Seeing that Asakura Miyuki was fine, Kiana let out a sigh of relief. But then she caught the scent of blood.
Some of her reason returned as her rage receded.
Kiana drew a difficult breath and looked at the twisted corpse she had kicked. The thug who had bullied Asakura Miyuki could not have been more dead.
Kiana had killed him with a single kick.
Leaning against the wall, Kiana struggled to take out her phone and dial a number.
"Otto... I killed someone."
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You Didn't Kill Anyone
In a bright room, Asakura Miyuki sat somewhat stiffly in a chair.
She looked at the white-haired girl beside her. Kiana was eating a bowl of pork cutlet rice.
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After kicking someone to death, Kiana had immediately chosen to turn herself in, and Asakura Miyuki naturally came with her.
However, Asakura Miyuki was a little confused.
Neither of them had received any treatment. The person in charge here was utterly respectful toward Kiana, as though she was not a murderer, but some living ancestor.
After bringing them into this room, no one had even come to question them.
Still, Asakura Miyuki did not pay it much mind.
Asakura Miyuki looked at Kiana's profile. Kiana seemed happy, but her happiness was tinged with a trace of gloom.
It was all... those people's fault.
Her dark eyes turned deathly still, and her hands clenched on her knees.
Then, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. A blond man dressed in white rushed in, and Asakura Miyuki's hands clenched tighter.
I won't let you judge Kiana.
You won't judge those beasts, so what right do you have to judge Kiana?
There is nothing about Kiana that deserves judgment!
But when the blond man saw Kiana eating, he let out a sigh of relief.
Then he dropped into the seat across from Kiana.
"Seriously, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
When Kiana saw Otto enter, she held chopsticks in her hand, with several grains of rice still at the corner of her mouth.
"Otto... I killed someone."
Her tone was a little lost.
Kiana was not as calm inside as she appeared. She recalled the twisted flesh and the blood all over the ground.
She covered her mouth, but did not throw up.
Huh?
Asakura Miyuki was a little surprised. Did Kiana know this blond man?
They seemed quite familiar. When Kiana saw Otto, she looked visibly relieved.
It seemed Kiana relied on him a great deal.
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