Will I Eventually Become a Capitalist? Chapter 22

The next moment, it was as if a pause button had been pressed.

The world fell silent.

"So that's how it is. Is the pressure I feel so great because my opponent is faster than me and possesses spatial movement abilities?"

The master of the dream climbed up from the ground, his expression solemn.

"I need to add some danger perception training to my regimen."

Because she had been called Dodo (British slang for idiot) by classmates and teachers since childhood, Durandal had always aimed to become the true "strongest," even "invincible."

Because she knew nothing but combat.

After reflecting on why she had been sent flying, she raised her long spear again, ready to face the trial of the mantis, which was at least of Judgment-class, once more.

"Clap clap—"

For some reason.

A round of applause suddenly echoed from the depths of the dream.

Durandal froze.

For a genius monster like her, dreams were a realm she could completely control.

In theory, unless she completely let down her guard, dreams would always be whatever she wanted them to be.

Had she arranged for someone to applaud here?

The girl was very confused.

As she stood there bewildered, a figure approached from afar, becoming clearer and clearer.

It was a handsome fellow.

His face was smooth and fair, his facial features sharp and defined, and his eyes were ice-blue, like glaciers.

Who was this guy?

Durandal's expression instantly turned cold.

Although she didn't know what was happening, the person in front of her had clearly invaded her dream.

"State your purpose."

A long spear appeared in the girl's hand, who had never been defeated before.

If this guy were considered an enemy, this spear would directly impale him high in the sky, and then this strongest goose would awaken and hunt him down in the real world.

"Black Abyss White Flower, long time no see."

But, unexpectedly, upon seeing the spear, the young man's face showed a hint of nostalgia.

"Would you mind letting me take a look at Black Abyss White Flower? Even if it's just a projection in a dream, it's a way to remember an old friend."

Old friend?

Durandal froze.

Black Abyss White Flower.

It was the weapon of Cecilia, the former strongest Valkyrie of Schicksal. Durandal had always admired the woman who purified the Honkai in Siberia with her life.

Did the guy in front of her know that senior?

"What is your relationship with Senior Cecilia?"

Perhaps it was out of affection for her, Durandal addressed Russell with respect.

"You call Cecilia 'senior'?"

The young man was clearly taken aback. Then, he carefully scrutinized Durandal's face, his gaze sharp and precise, like some kind of microscope.

After observing for a few seconds, the man's face showed displeasure.

"Is there something wrong with that title?"

Durandal seemed to sense something highly unusual.

"Who is the current head of the Saniyat family?"

Instead of answering the question, the man inquired about matters concerning a certain prominent family within Schicksal.

Frankly speaking, Durandal should have remained silent when faced with questions that touched upon Schicksal's internal structure.

After all, the man opposite her had not yet revealed his identity.

Even if he wasn't lying, he was, at best, an old friend of her senior.

However, the man's words always carried an unusual aura, as if they came from another layer of history.

"It's Angelina Saniyat, the younger sister of the former Saintess."

Durandal remained silent for a moment before giving her answer.

"Later, you can take a drop of blood from her, and a drop of your own blood, and have it compared in a laboratory you control."

The man was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Sister..."

A tempest.

Meaningless, yet an abnormal tempest raged within Durandal's heart.

Durandal was an orphan.

This was something all of Schicksal knew.

And now, after carefully observing her face, the man before her was telling her to get a bloodline identification with the head of the Saniyat family.

So, does that mean she was actually part of the Saniyat family?

She wasn't an orphan?

Even as Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie, she couldn't help but feel her heart was about to explode from the rapid beating under the impact of such news.

Otto had never mentioned family to her.

Family, doctor, lost memories...

She realized with astonishment that her identity might be quite complicated.

"I don't know what Bishop Medea told you, but you are indeed the daughter of the Saniyat family."

The young man said after a moment of silence.

Did this guy refer to the Bishop as Medea?

Durandal remembered that on her first day after waking up, the Bishop had told her the story of Jason and Medea, telling her not to pity the princess if she encountered something similar in reality.

He had heard that story too?

Meaning, the man before her knew the Bishop, perhaps even very well?

Wait, if Medea in that story was a reference to the Bishop, then didn't the Bishop's warning mean she should absolutely not pity him?

Why would he give her such advice?

In just a few sentences, a massive amount of information had been poured into Durandal's mind. The girl who was invincible on the battlefield felt a throbbing pain in her head.

Across from her, the seemingly young man simply watched her, his gaze filled with sadness.

What was he sad about?

For her?

Or for the Saniyat family?

Or perhaps—

Cecilia?

"Who are you?"

Durandal could no longer suppress her doubts and asked loudly.

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Her question caused the man to fall silent for a moment. He paced back and forth.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"The world is too dangerous, children need two fathers."

Durandal had read that phrase in a book; it was an Italian proverb.

The world was always filled with all sorts of temptations and dangers.

A qualified father might be able to bear some of the burden for his children, but to completely protect a child until adulthood, one father was not enough. Therefore, when a baby was born, their parents would invite an authoritative and reputable local person or friend to be their second father, to bless them as they grew into adulthood.

"...You can call me Godfather for now."

The seemingly young man said.

"This is also an agreement between me and your father."

Just a few words.

They left endless room for melodramatic speculation.

Cecilia, the light in the eyes of countless Valkyries of the previous generation.

Her spouse was the strongest among Schicksal members of the previous generation, the current traitor—Siegfried Kaslana.

According to Russell, her parents should be these two.

But the wistful expression when this guy mentioned her mother, and that word "sister"...

It was hard not to suspect that there was a story behind it.

Durandal's beautiful cheeks twitched.

Across from her, the seemingly young man hummed an Austrian folk song... his icy blue eyes held a hint of gentle warmth.

You don't look like you want to be my Godfather, you look like you want to be my dad!!

Durandal suddenly regretted having such a regular sleep schedule.

If she hadn't been training boxing in a dream today, but instead stayed up all night playing games like some otaku in East Asia, would she have encountered such a complicated situation?

If possible, Durandal wished she could wake up right now and then find a brick to smash her own head with, until she lost her memory.

Before she could even get a genetic test done, she discovered that her father's story was probably enough to make an 800-episode drama series...

For Durandal, who had always relied on violence to resolve violence, this was practically a death sentence.

Should she run?

Durandal, who had always charged forward bravely, uncharacteristically considered making a run for it.

It was just that—

"I don't know what Bishop Medea told you, but you are indeed the daughter of the Saniyat family."

Medea, the princess of Colchis.

Under the will of the gods, this princess fell in love at first sight with Prince Jason, who came to the island seeking the Golden Fleece.

To help Jason obtain the Golden Fleece, Medea used her magic to help Jason complete the impossible task set by her father, on the condition that Jason would marry her. After obtaining the Golden Fleece, Medea and Jason embarked on the journey back to Greece together.

Medea's father heard the news and sent her younger brother to retrieve her.

As a result, the princess killed her own brother, dismembered his body into pieces, and scattered them in various places on the mountain, keeping her father and the pursuing officers busy collecting the remains to delay them and allow Jason and his party to leave.

She was undoubtedly a madwoman.

So, what kind of sin had the Bishop, who identified himself as Medea, committed?

To the point that his first teaching to her was not to sympathize with that deranged princess, and that everything she suffered was her own fault.

Durandal's expression grew even more grim.

"Godfather... do you know what Teacher did?"