Bronya: She Actually Rarely Calls Herself by Her Own Name

Upon hearing the news, Cocolia was furious.

She believed Bronya would make the right choice, because she thought her daughter would definitely stand by her side. But this clone was another matter entirely.

After all, he was just a defective product, and not too bright either.

Still, defective as he was, he remained a clone of the First Herrscher. If she mishandled things, the aftermath might be difficult to deal with.

"A clone of Welt Joyce. A useless piece of trash."

Inside the room, "Rosia" watched the two fighting figures with great interest.

Although he was a clone of the First Herrscher, he had clearly inherited only a small portion of the abilities.

Namely, the power of the Ninth Divine Key: Star of Eden recorded in the First Herrscher's DNA.

Though "Rosia" did not think highly of him, he actually possessed strength half a step into the Rank S Valkyrie level. Ordinary Rank A Valkyries might truly be unable to last long against him.

For Bronya right now, this Welt clone clearly possessed overwhelming strength.

"Little fool, do you want me to take care of him? Your Mother Bronya is having a hard time."

"Rosia" leaned close and whispered.

This trip to Shenzhou had taken away practically all of St. Freya Academy's high-ranking Valkyries. Most of the Valkyries left behind were even weaker than Bronya.

In truth, the Netherworld they were heading to was not far from the Far East, so Theresa had not left behind many personnel to guard the place.

"But... would that scare her..."

Rosia worried that Bronya would be frightened by "Rosia."

After all, "Rosia" usually treated Bronya with utter disdain.

She had seen "Rosia's" methods before. In some ways, she was even colder and crueler than Black Seele.

"If I don't act soon, your Mother Bronya is going to fall over..."

"Rosia" smiled happily.

She had been holding herself back for quite a while now, feeling miserable to death.

Normally, Rosia had so many people protecting her that she had no chance to act and vent.

Besides, there were not many people worthy of making her act.

As it happened, the Welt clone before her was a rather decent toy.

"O-Okay..."

Seeing the strained look in Bronya's eyes as she resisted, Rosia finally nodded.

"What a good girl... Your Mother Bronya told you not to go out, but she never told me not to go out..."

As "Rosia" gradually took over the body, her smile became slightly twisted.

Crimson light dyed her hair and eyes. A black-and-red scythe shimmering with flowing light slowly appeared in her right hand, while a giant claw guarded her left side.

Then, she pushed open the door...

"Ha... A weak little ant dared to resist..."

"Joyce" seized the silver-gray-haired girl by the throat and lifted her up. At the same time, he heard the door open.

"Ro... Rosia... Run..."

Bronya struggled to warn Rosia to leave quickly.

The leader of Anti-Entropy before her was far stronger than Cocolia. The methods she had prepared for Cocolia were completely useless against him.

"Oh? Are you the one Cocolia is looking for?"

Seeing the black-haired, red-eyed girl, "Joyce" said disdainfully.

"Mother... how many pieces would you like this thing in front of us cut into?"

"Rosia" let out a silvery laugh.

"Are you looking to die?"

Hearing her words, "Joyce" irritably tossed Bronya onto the ground.

"Thousandfold gravity, kneel!"

"Joyce" clenched his fist, and crushing pressure swept forth.

Even Valkyries would find it difficult to raise their heads beneath such pressure.

"One hand..."

Before "Joyce" could react, a flash of red light passed by. The girl before him vanished, and in the next instant, her voice came from behind him.

"How is that possible..."

By the time he reacted, excruciating pain shot through his wrist.

"Ah... Aah!"

"Joyce" stared in horror at the cleanly severed stump of his arm and screamed in agony.

"You're so noisy!"

Holding "Joyce's" hand, "Rosia" frowned.

"How dare you... I am..."

"Joyce" roared angrily through the pain.

"Ah... my esteemed leader of Anti-Entropy, then the next piece will be your left leg..."

Along with the girl's delighted laughter, "Joyce" lost his balance.

The flash of cold steel was so fast that, in that instant, he did not even feel pain.

"Ha ha..."

Watching the girl remove piece after piece from "Joyce" while laughing happily, Bronya, leaning against the wall nearby, trembled slightly.

"Oh dear, I forgot Mother is here?"

After tormenting "Joyce" until he passed out, "Rosia" smiled at the silver-gray-haired girl.

In truth, the gap between her and Joyce was not very large. Both were the high-attack, low-defense type, but "Rosia's" speed and weapon strength surpassed the arrogant "Joyce."

If he had gone all out from the beginning, "Rosia" might really have found things troublesome.

"Rosia" held the bloodstained scythe, lightly brushing her fingers over the blood splashed onto her cheek. Her crimson gaze fixed on Bronya as she walked toward her step by step.

"Mother, how did I do?"

"Do you like it?"

Bronya: She Actually Rarely Called Her by Name

"Do you like it, Mother?"

Looking at the bloodstained girl, whose smile was almost twisted, even Bronya instinctively pressed herself closer to the wall.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Rosia" noticed Bronya's small movement, walked over, and gently lifted her chin.

Bronya's legs were half-bent now, so she was about the same height as her.

"Is it because I didn't listen to you and hid in the room like a coward, or is it because... you don't like me anymore?"

"Rosia's" crimson eyes met Bronya's.

Bronya had never seen anyone with such overwhelming pressure. It was not a matter of strength, but an innate suppression in presence.

If Bronya was a rabbit, then the "Rosia" before her was a vicious wolf that had already set its sights on her.

Of course, Bronya did not sense any killing intent from the "wolf" before her.

"You are... Rosia's... stigmata?"

Bronya roughly guessed "Rosia's" identity.

During that earlier accident, she had thought the black-and-red figure she saw was an illusion. She had not expected her to truly exist all along.

"Hehe... You can call me whatever you want, Mother. After all, that isn't important."

"Rosia's" eyes flickered.

"Hey! Bastard! I'm the leader of Anti-Entropy! If you treat me like this, Anti-Entropy won't..."

"You're so noisy!"

She had assumed the mangled "Joyce" would stay quiet for a while, but his clone consciousness turned out to be rather resilient.

So "Rosia" simply drove the giant claw through his shoulder blade, pinning him firmly to the wall. He could only let out hoarse, miserable whimpers.

"Now then, Mother, we can do what we like..."

After tearing "Joyce" apart to roughly that extent, "Rosia" had vented most of the frustration she had been bottling up recently.

She had never really considered getting along with Bronya, because Rosia liked her too much, and so "Rosia" hated her.

"You... how is she?"

Bronya glanced at Joyce's miserable state without even blinking, merely looking at "Rosia" with some concern.

She had killed plenty of people herself. With her emotional center malfunctioning, even such a bloody scene stirred no feeling in her.

Almost all of her emotional changes now stemmed from Rosia.

Though the "Rosia" before her was strange, the familiarity she felt toward Rosia allowed Bronya to recognize her at once, even though her oppressive presence nearly overwhelmed that hidden attraction.

"What does Mother mean? She's fine. She has always been fine, but I think in the future, you..."

Faced with Bronya's concern, "Rosia" chuckled.

"May not be doing so well."

Seeing Bronya's bewildered expression, "Rosia" thought of something amusing.

By the time Bronya came back to her senses, the black-haired, red-eyed girl before her suddenly had a much clearer look in her eyes.

"Bro... Mother Bronya, Rosia... what did Rosia do?"

"Rosia" shed her previous dominance and pressure, her voice becoming frightened and panicked.

"Blood... so much blood..."

Seeing the blood on her hands, "Rosia" took half a step back in fear.

"I'm sorry... Mother Bronya, I... Rosia didn't mean to..."

As though afraid Bronya would dislike her because of what she had done, "Rosia" pressed her lips together like a little beast waiting anxiously for a response.

Watching "Rosia's" completely different behavior, Bronya slowly rose to her feet, walked over, and took her hand.

"It's all right... Rosia. Mother won't be afraid."

Bronya forced a smile.

Her battle with "Joyce" had left her seriously injured as well. Being able to stand now was already difficult enough.

"Mother Bronya, Rosia... isn't a bad girl... Rosia didn't want this either..."

"Rosia" spoke sincerely, but Joyce's screams behind her still made her expression stiffen slightly.

"Rosia, I'm sorry..."

Though Joyce's presence made things somewhat awkward for her, she still had to keep acting.

She wanted to see whether Bronya was any different from that Black Seele.

"As long as you're still here, Rosia."

Bronya let out a light breath, and a little blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The external injuries caused by Joyce's gravity were secondary. The important thing was that it might have damaged their internal organs.

"I'm sorry, Rosia. This time, Mother wasn't able to protect you..."