To create Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists.

This made everyone frown even more deeply.

Theresa, on the other hand, chose to ask proactively; she didn't want Kiana to be there.

After all… judging from her grandfather’s past actions, Kiana was quite important to his plans, but that was not a compliment. The people who appeared in her grandfather’s plans usually represented extreme danger.

Unexpectedly, Otto had already given instructions, and Amber immediately indicated that the Herrscher of Fire could be absent.

This made the group even more wary, as they couldn't figure out the other party's thinking.

...

"Are they finally stopping persecuting Kiana?"

Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Kiana wouldn't be there, which was good.

Whenever she sees her daughter embroiled in conspiracies and schemes, she feels proud of Kiana's growth, but also worries about the seemingly hopeless journey ahead.

To be honest, her whole family wasn't particularly fond of Otto. What he did was truly outrageous, and Cecilia was very fortunate that the bishop she had encountered was Karen.

"What do you mean by persecution? Haven't I always managed to thwart their schemes and prevent their plans from succeeding?"

Kiana said with a touch of smugness, crossing her arms and tilting her head back.

Although she understood that she couldn't let the other party achieve their goal, the thought of her friend being in danger while she stood by in the back was something she couldn't tolerate.

"So... is the so-called other Otto just his puppet?"

Suddenly, Möbius asked a question.

Snake Eyes stared intently at Luo Mo's face, trying to see the truth behind it.

"Hmm?" Luo Mo mimicked Alicia's tone, without giving a direct answer.

But this only reinforced Möbius's belief in his judgment; however, it was easy to determine that this was a puppet.

But what was the point of Otto releasing this?

She rested her chin on her small hand, lost in thought.

"Wow—it's not Otto from another timeline?" Alicia exclaimed in surprise.

"Tsk, Otto really likes to play tricks. His disguise is pretty good, he can fool people all over." The Herrscher of Knowledge curled her lips and said with dissatisfaction.

"So...it can't really be considered a disguise?"

Luo Mo hesitated for a moment before rejecting part of the other party's evaluation.

...

In the Church of St. 537, there stands a pure white and weathered statue of a saint. She is so holy, but she cannot withstand the erosion of time, and some areas are filled with the flavor of history.

She wore a pure white headscarf, her face was devout, and her hands were clasped together in front of her chest as she prayed to the gods, presumably hoping that the people would be spared from suffering.

In the center of the vast square, her presence was in keeping with the era and with history…

…Only now does it seem out of place.

The saintess's appearance is no longer known, and her deeds have been sealed in the distant past, leaving only fragments in books.

"That is……"

Otto was somewhat bewildered; the historical buildings here were remarkably well-preserved, and besides, she was a permanent source of trauma for him.

So he recognized her at a glance…it was Karen, the banner raised by the people—the saint.

But in the aftermath of the victory, the cheering crowd forgot about the sails they had raised…

…except for him.

"...Hmm. So, the statue that replaced the gallows has been placed here."

Otto wore a bitter expression.

History will be written by the victors; he shouldn't be surprised by it.

But he still felt a certain sadness, flowing silently within him, lingering inch by inch, a touch of melancholy.

"It's a pity that the saintess herself will not come back to life because of people's commemoration."

The tone was tinged with regret, remorse, and pain.

He gazed at the weathered statue and spoke softly.

The past is past, but he... can no longer escape it.

Filled with a sense of grief and indignation, along with resentment towards those people and frustration at his own weakness, he vented his anger at the world's injustice towards her.

It was as if only now did he peel back a corner of his heart, and reveal the layers of pretense he had laid bare.

Even though he was always polite, he was always heartbroken, empty and desperate.

"The saintess, betrayed by the masses, was once willing to use her own death to enlighten those ignorant people."

“I saw her once before her execution, and she wasn’t a fool…”

"But... when a person truly wants to change the world, she will realize how insignificant her power is."

When he tried to protect and save her, he also felt insignificant and sorrowful, which led to the devastating end of the matter.