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However, this safest plan has another unpredictable premise—she cannot know whether Bishop Otto will maintain his usual silence on this secret in the final battle with him not long afterward.
However, she also knew that on this issue, she could trust the mature warrior named Kiana Kaslana and trust that she would not waver because of it.
This moment.
Durandal thought a lot.
But subconsciously.
She was worried that this secret might hurt others.
They didn't even consider that their own mood had also plummeted because of this secret.
And her performance.
This has evoked sympathy from countless viewers watching from outside the screen.
Including the parties involved in this matter.
K-423, known to many as Kiana Kaslana...
Or.
at this moment.
She is now the real Kiana Kaslana.
Tesla: Just as I expected... just as I thought!!
[Ningguang: Sigh... Although I had guessed some of it beforehand, I still felt a little reluctant to reveal it!]
Tesla: Otto is truly the root of all evil!!
[Keqing: Durandal... is she still thinking about someone else at a time like this?]
Kiana: Waaaaah...
Theresa: Bianca...
Durandal: Ahem... Everyone, you don't need to do that.
Rita: It's rare to see you shy, hehe...
[Bai Lu: It's all Otto's fault!! If it weren't for him, none of these tragedies would have happened!!]
[March 7th: So!! Go and give Otto a good beating!!]
In the chat group.
While everyone felt sorry for Durandal, their hatred and disgust for Otto intensified.
Another tragedy has struck, affecting countless families and people alike, all because of Otto!
They forcibly separated Siegfried and Cecilia, this perfect couple.
It created the tragedy of Durandal and K423.
To make each of them cease to be themselves...
How abominable!!
reality.
Destiny Headquarters.
It seemed to sense the resentment of the crowd.
Otto couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Tsk... Looks like I've incurred the wrath of three worlds..."
What Otto didn't notice was...
Even the amber next to it.
There was a hint of resentment in his eyes...
in the picture.
"Okay, let's assume that what you're saying is true."
"But what does this mean for you and me? What does it have to do with you? And who benefits from revealing it?"
Durandal calmly asked the doll in front of her.
"Now that you've come here, you must completely unleash Kaslana's Stigmata and use that power to defeat me."
"Otherwise, even I wouldn't be able to get you to leave."
"Then—you probably don't mind if I conduct an experiment. An experiment about whether the only way to defeat you is with the power of that Stigmata you mentioned."
“Alright, but I must remind you… the kind of thing you’re thinking about right now, Siegfried Kaslana has tried countless times. But I hope you can stop here, okay?”
The doll nodded.
There was little attempt to dissuade the stubborn Durandal.
It seems he already knew.
Those with the surname Kaslana are all so stubborn.
People of this entire bloodline are all like this.
Regardless of outward appearance.
They always held this belief in their hearts, and they always thought only of others.
Think of the whole world.
And the next second.
The doll then distanced itself from Durandal.
The battle began instantly!
But soon!
Just as that doll said!
Rules limit everything!
"Well, let's leave it at that. After all, I don't want to trigger some terrible defense mechanisms—otherwise, you'll be buried even deeper in your memories by his power."
"Does he... mean Kevin?"
"Of course, ever since the day he took the burden of the entire world on his shoulders... you have been forced to bear the fate known as Kaslana."
The puppet was talking
"Therefore, I was born—as the administrator of the Stigmata, upholding the rules left by that person, making salvation your glory, and also your curse."
"No matter who you are, only by completely liberating the stigmata can you truly approach Him, instead of getting lost in His shadow."
"However... you seem different."
“There is something completely different in you, besides Kaslana’s power.”
"You mean other Stigmata, or powers beyond Stigmata?"
"Yes, it was that other force that made me hesitate, and made me more interested in you. Just like... this memory."
—The owner of the memory was embraced by warmth.
She seemed to have just woken up, her mind filled with a blissful blankness.
Open your eyes.
Before them stood Cecilia, Theresa, and a grinning Siegfried.
Theresa: "...Oh dear, she seems to be awake."
Siegfried: "Shh—speak softly, or she'll get angry if she thinks you're being noisy."
Cecilia: "It's okay, honey. Look, isn't she smiling?"
Theresa: "Hmph, Kiana loves Aunt Theresa the most, doesn't she?"
Siegfried: "Okay... you're the better one."
Siegfried: "But why is it that when I raise my voice, she—"
Theresa: "You look so fierce, of course you need to be gentler to be a father! Right, Kiana?"
Cecilia: "Alright, Siegfried, don't be stubborn. Girls usually still like their fathers even when they grow up."
Siegfried: "I'm not throwing a tantrum, my dear wife. Given how kids are these days, it'll be a miracle if she even acknowledges me as her father."
Theresa: "You still say you're not throwing a tantrum! Kiana, what are we going to do with this stinky old man of yours? Shall we beat him up together?"
Siegfried: "Ah—I surrender, I surrender!"
Cecilia: "Haha...See, your daughter really likes you, doesn't she?"
Siegfried: "What kind of 'love' is this?! She clearly only likes hitting me!"
Theresa: "Isn't that a good thing? It saves her from growing up to be a clueless girl like your Kaslana."
Siegfried: "Hey...aren't you a Kaslana too? Besides, I'm already quite different from the ordinary Kaslana!"
Cecilia: "Pfft, Theresa, you really have to admit that Siegfried is better than us in this respect. In the past, none of us had the right to choose our own lives—but only he would try to find a way to confirm the meaning of his life in the world."
Cecilia: "While none of us want our children to repeat our own paths... this is the one thing I hope Kiana will be like her father."
Cecilia: "After becoming a mother, I found that I would be proud of her resemblance to me, but also saddened by it."
Cecilia: "Proud of her talents and heritage, saddened by the suffering and pain that these talents and heritage may bring her."
Cecilia: "I was once very happy that His Holiness the bishop thought she was nothing special. But if she grows up and really wants to follow a similar path in life as we have, then I think we should never deliberately stop her."
Cecilia: "Ultimately, everyone's life is their own life—as long as that person is happy and content, and as long as they can create a new future for themselves."
Cecilia: "So even parents have no right to interfere with their children's well-considered choices."
Cecilia's long monologue.
His tone was gentle and tender.
A gentle expression on his face.
This made Durandal feel incredibly warm and familiar.
Siegfried: "I may not be as eloquent as Cecilia, but... even though she likes to hit me so much, I can understand the deep trust and attachment she has for us."
Siegfried: "I... absolutely do not want to betray such a pure emotion."
Siegfried: "No matter what, I want to help her and give her the opportunity to become a better person. I think that's the meaning of being a parent."
—The owner of the memory was embraced by warmth.
She seemed to drift off to sleep again, her mind filled with a blissful blankness.
Deep in her dream, she smiled, her clumsy movements making her way across the path woven from stars. Indeed, a smile is a language shared by all children.
When children, exhausted from crying, fall asleep, a smile appears on their lips like a crescent moon.
They may one day forget how to cry, forget how to act cute... but they will never forget the joy that a smile brings.
More than ten years later.
In the depths of a dream.
She strolled leisurely through the narrow asphalt alleys of the neighborhood, the fresh air carrying away all the gloom from her lungs.
It was June, and wild grasses were sprouting in twos and threes along the weathered roadside stones.
I don't know when or where, it may just be some kind of strange hallucination.
But at least in this dream, she was certain that those things that had long since settled down, yet left her feeling lost, slept like time capsules in every corner of her body.
Theresa: Cecilia, I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you.
[Honkai Impact 3rd Himeko: Sigh... what a happy family they should have been...]
Kiana:
[Raiden Mei: My heart aches for Kiana...]
Fu Hua: I'm sorry... I also bear undeniable responsibility for Cecilia's sacrifice...