Saintess at Schicksal

Saintess at Schicksal Author: Season of Moonfall

My name was Kiana Kaslana, but I was not that cockroach, K423.

Nor was I True Kiana.

I was K422, but I did not like that name.

Compared to Kiana Kaslana, I preferred it when others called me Kiana Schariac.

I had a mother. She was Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie.

I wanted to become someone as powerful as her, because only the strong deserved beautiful women.

Therefore.

I really wanted to kill Bishop Otto.

Reincarnation (Revised)

Beep beep!

"Brain waves detected... Experiment subject K422 has awakened!"

"K422? How is that possible? Or is it because K423 awakened?"

Several years after the Second Eruption in 2000, inside a laboratory at Schicksal Headquarters, a blond man stared in surprise at the experiment subject who had originally been slated for disposal.

"Amber, prepare a room for our little friend..."

Looking at the dazed little girl opening her eyes inside the cultivation tank, the blond man gave an order to the white-haired woman with a braid behind him.

"Yes, Otto."

The woman lowered her head in acknowledgment, then turned and left.

After giving his order, the blond man stood blankly before the cultivation tank, silently watching the white-haired little girl floating in the nutrient fluid.

My consciousness awoke from the darkness, and the first thing I felt was that I was surrounded by a warm liquid.

My initial thought was that I had actually reincarnated.

Then I fell into deep thought.

What was "reincarnation"?

How had I "reincarnated"?

Soon, certain knowledge surfaced in my mind.

I immediately understood what "reincarnation" meant.

It referred to a soul being reborn into a fetus after death and nurtured by a mother.

So... the warm liquid surrounding me was supposedly amniotic fluid?

Then what was "amniotic fluid"?

As soon as I thought of that question, a little more knowledge surfaced in my mind.

It immediately made me curious about where this knowledge had come from.

Unfortunately, many of my questions had no answers.

Perhaps it was because the gears of my soul and body had only meshed together at that moment, but my mind, which had seemed shrouded in fog, instantly cleared.

Then I opened my eyes and saw a blond man.

A sudden urge surged up from the depths of my heart: if this man dared show his health bar, I would kill him on the spot.

What was "showing his health bar"?

I quickly received an answer.

Just as I wondered why I wanted to kill this man, he pressed some kind of button, and an overwhelming wave of drowsiness swept over me.

I immediately wanted to say, MMP, to him.

My consciousness sank back into darkness.

Yet this darkness was different from the one I had experienced before.

Because besides me, there were two other identical little girls in this darkness.

One white-haired girl was curled into a ball with her knees hugged to her chest, while the other kept crying.

I tried talking to the girl curled up with her knees hugged, but received no response.

I tried comforting the other white-haired girl, only to discover that she had wet herself, and then her crying became even more impossible to stop.

I instantly panicked.

They both looked eight or nine years old, yet they acted like newborn babies.

It was only then that I finally realized I was a girl.

Eek!!!!!!!!!

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

I had probably been a man in my past life, right?

Although I could not remember what my past life had been like, I remembered that the soup had been delicious. I had asked an old lady for a second bowl and even asked her to add some chopped scallions.

Why had I become a little girl too??

And judging by my hair color and build, I was probably the same as these two unfortunate kids in front of me.

Trinity? Triple taboo? Misaka Sisters?

By the way, who was that old lady?

My thoughts abruptly stopped, and the question went unanswered.

So I gave up thinking about it and chose to study this darkness instead...

Although the surroundings were pitch-black, as though I could not see my hand in front of my face, I could clearly see the other two little girls.

But aside from those two little girls, there was nothing in this darkness.

I always felt that an environment like this lacked atmosphere.

At that moment, the sobbing little girl finally gained a line other than crying.

"Mom... Mom..."

Accompanied by the crybaby's wails, the girl curled into a ball gave a slight shudder, followed by soft sobs.

Thus, it became a duet.

I wondered whether I should cry too and join them for a trio, so I would not seem so out of place.

But now that both little girls had shown new reactions, I tried communicating with them again.

But... it was completely useless.

The little girl hugging her knees and sobbing softly still had no intention of paying attention to me.

As for the little girl crying for her mom, after I spoke to her, she cried even louder.

Or rather, she paused after I spoke, looked at me once, and then cried even more loudly.

I did not know why she was crying, but she took one look at me and started crying louder. It was so irritating!!

When I opened my eyes again, I felt rather listless.

Even upon seeing an "unfamiliar ceiling," my expression remained completely deadpan.

I had never expected to spend more than ten hours in that darkness with two little girls who only knew how to cry.

It was simply hell.

One sobbed softly in a pitiful, miserable rhythm, while the other wailed loudly enough to pierce someone's eardrums.

(ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

Make some noise already!!

This time, the person before me when I opened my eyes was not the blond man I wanted to kill, but a white-haired woman wearing golden crystal goggles, with her braid resting over her left breast.

I suddenly wanted to say, Ma'am, your hairstyle is dangerously fatal!

Then I fell into a new problem.

What was "ma'am"?

And what did "your hairstyle is dangerously fatal" mean?

This time, my questions received answers.

"Ma'am, your hairstyle is dangerously fatal" referred to a common hairstyle seen in certain works, where long hair was pulled forward and tied together in front.

In works where nearly ninety percent of people died, any ma'am with that hairstyle died too, so it was jokingly called a "death hairstyle."

Because characters with that hairstyle were usually mothers, that meme of "Ma'am, your hairstyle is dangerously fatal!" came about.

So I understood.

In other words, the white-haired woman before me with the "death hairstyle" was a ma'am.

Though she looked very young, I was only an eight- or nine-year-old little girl now.

Thus, the conclusion was clear.

"Mom!!"

You were my mom, right!

"???"

The white-haired woman fell into confusion at my shout.

Even her golden crystal goggles could not hide the fact that she was no longer calm.

Seeing the white-haired woman's hesitation, I had originally wanted to get up and ask for a hug, but I lay back down instead.

Well.

It seemed I had guessed wrong.

The flustered white-haired woman stood from her chair, turned sideways, raised her hand to press the device on her ear, and said softly, "Otto... she, she has awakened."

"...Y-Yes, but there is... something strange. After waking up, she called me Mom."

The man on the other end of the communication fell into a long silence.

Before long, he regained his composure and issued another order.

"Yes, I understand, Otto."

As her words fell, the white-haired woman lowered her hand from her ear.

She turned around and said solemnly, "Kiana, I am not your mother, Cecilia Schariac."

"???"

Seeing my bewildered expression, the white-haired woman came to the bedside, helped me sit up, and continued, "Your mother was the Saintess of the Schariac family, one of Schicksal's three great families, and Schicksal's foremost Valkyrie. She died in the Second Eruption while saving the people of Siberia."

"???"

I was even more confused after hearing that.

It was a great pity that the white-haired woman with the impressive bust before me was not my mother, but from the respectful tone of her description, my real mother seemed even more extraordinary.

Except she was already gone.