Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

She was about twenty years old and had the same long, white hair that reached her hips as the younger generation of the Kaslana family. She wore a fitted and easy-to-move Valkyrie uniform, leather stockings, and high-heeled boots. Her loose long hair was held in place by black and gold feathers, and her beautiful blue eyes were full of the curiosity of a girl her age.

But she is no longer just a girl. Cecilia Schariac entered the hall of S-class Valkyries at the age of sixteen and is now the head of the Schariac family, the strongest Valkyrie in Schicksal history.

"Say something," Cecilia urged impatiently, seemingly unresponsive.

She was all alone in her cabin, and no one knew who she was talking to. However, the moment after she urged someone, a girl who looked exactly like her appeared, calm and indifferent.

"I'm thinking about how you're going to go on a blind date," said the girl whose body seemed to be made of a phantom.

“Hmm, Senior Mistelin, there’s nothing to consider.” Cecilia’s fair face flushed red, and she turned her head away shyly. “I’ll do whatever my family tells me to do. I have to get married within a year, so there’s really no need for arranged marriages. I’ll stay in Norway for a few months to get to know them… and that should be enough.”

Mistelin raised an eyebrow. "I'm not concerned about Siegfried; I'm just quite curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"If Siegfried were a girl, how would you have offspring?"

Cecilia gave a silly "Eh," seemingly unaware that there was anything wrong with it. "Can't girls have offspring? Many families in my family consist of two girls."

"In vitro fertilization?"

"Is the senior one the kind of person who holds traditional views? The Shaniat family hasn't been able to produce a boy for so many years, there must be some unconventional methods. Sigh, nowadays the focus is on free love, and we can't force the girls in the family to find men if they don't want to, so we can only use in-vitro fertilization... Anyway, they are all daughters who come from our wombs, and although some genes come from the sperm bank, we don't care."

Mistelin smiled; she thought this technology was rather outdated. She knew that in a few years, Destiny's genetic technology would be readily available. For the Valkyrie, wanting a son might require in-vitro fertilization, but if she wanted a daughter, she could simply have one.

New embryo culture technology allows the extraction of genes from two girls to develop into a new female infant, because female genes are not necessarily incompatible. Therefore, while the current Valkyries still need to use sperm banks for in-vitro fertilization, in a few years they will be able to support themselves.

But the supernatural realm is already dominated by women, and I imagine that once new technologies become widespread, this dominance will reach its peak. At that point, it won't just be the saintly lineages that can't produce sons; most Valkyrie families will become a mix of one mother, one mother-daughter dynamic… Thinking about it, that doesn't sound so bad.

"But while we're at it, let's also go see the little princess that Senior Mistelin is most concerned about. Hmm, her name is hard to remember, I can't recall it."

"Brünnhilde."

"Yes, I remember now, that super cute Bubu! Senior, you asked me to give him so much serum. I'm really curious, what secret does he have that makes you so concerned?"

"He's a boy, he doesn't have serum, the Honkai energy might kill him."

"Eh, just for this? If we just want to suppress Honkai energy, Schicksal has more than one way, right? Yet you made me supply him with serum for ten years... It can't be just for this reason, can it?" Cecilia's beautiful big eyes rolled around as she mischievously went behind the girl who looked exactly like her, grinning, "Since you value Brunhilde so much, what is she to you?"

“You knew he was a boy, yet you still called him ‘sister’,” Mistelin calmly changed the subject.

"No need to change the subject, hmph, fine, I'll find out what's special about him myself." Cecilia grumbled as she sat down again, fastened her seatbelt, her mind still filled with the little guy she'd seen in the photo. Although she knew he was a boy the Kaslana family had deliberately kept secret, Cecilia simply couldn't see any flaws in this quiet, beautiful fourteen-year-old girl who was already comparable to her in looks!

No wonder that even though she's called a useless young lady by outsiders, very few people on the Destiny forum would actually mock her. People are creatures of appearance, and Brunhilde's sickly yet beautiful loli-like style alone makes it hard for people to laugh at her for being a useless person born into the Kaslana family but unable to awaken her powers.

But he's a boy! Not a little girl!

Cecilia grabbed her hair in frustration. "Ugh! Ever since I saw that picture, I just want to kiss, hug, and cuddle that adorable little girl! Why is it a boy?!"

"A lolicon," Mistelin said calmly.

"It's not that I'm a lolicon, it's just that girls from the Schariac family naturally like cute things! Senpai, you're also a Schariac Stigmata, aren't you the same!"

Mistelin blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for her, and fell silent.

Cecilia didn't notice her appearance and continued to happily gaze at the scenery outside.

She encountered the being "Mistelin" approximately fourteen years ago, when she was six years old. On that day, she gained complete control of the holy blood within her body, but two holy marks appeared on her body.

One is the "Shaniat Stigmata," which is recorded in the family history and possessed by every generation of saintesses. It is shaped like a blooming lily and appears on the back.

Another one appeared at her navel, shaped like a balanced scale. There was no historical record of it, and she had no idea what it was.

However, the two natural Stigmata granted her the most powerful talent in history, and she quickly grew into the current head of the Shaniat family at an astonishing rate of progress—but that's another story. On the day she received the Stigmata, she also met Mistelin, a girl who looked exactly like her and called herself "the Will of the Shaniat Stigmata."

In other words, she is the sacred bloodline passed down through generations of the Shaniat family.

This event was not recorded in the family history, but Cecilia soon understood why: Misterin was simply impossible for outsiders to observe. Cecilia also did not tell the family about it, because it seemed that Misterin did not appear to meet with every generation of saintess; it was only because of Cecilia's exceptional talent.

Cecilia had also asked her curiously if she would look exactly like the current saintess when she came out, but to her surprise, Mistelin shook her head.

It seems that her appearance is exactly the same as Cecilia's, but it's just a coincidence.

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"Hey sis... why do you insist on making me take two showers?"

Closing the bathroom door, she dried her long, wet hair with a hairdryer as she walked barefoot out of the bathroom, frowning at Siegfried on the hotel bed. "Am I dirty? Compared to you, sis, I don't think I'd have any dirt at all, since I only get about twenty minutes of exercise a day."

Brunhilde was only wrapped in a bath towel, her fair, bare upper body exposed to the air. Her delicate shoulders and slender collarbones were still glistening with water droplets. As she rubbed her hair, she looked Siegfried up and down with disdain: "You dragged me to a hotel right after lunch, and even offered to force yourself to help me take a bath... Don't be so lewd, sister, don't be so lewd. If you really have feelings for me, do you think I can resist you? If you're really unsatisfied, I'm not saying I can't let you lick my feet."

Siegfried was playing Pac-Man on her phone when she glanced at her white tabby cat emerging from its bath, its alluring posture making her swallow hard. But then she immediately flew into a rage: "Who wants to lick your feet?!"

"I'm clean now."

"Even if you wash yourself clean, I still won't lick you! I'm your older sister!" Siegfried said, exasperated. "I know you're unhappy with playing the role of a girl for so many years, but don't give up on yourself like you're some innocent little girl who's willingly washed yourself clean and ready to be eaten! I'm not some perverted old man who'll lick you from your collarbone to your toes!"

She paused, then said irritably, "Didn't I already explain? The rest of the family will go to pick us up at the airport. They're leaving Cecilia and me, two young people, some time alone. Cecilia will come to find us then. You need to get all clean and fresh."

"Oh, and then feed me to her?"

“She’s dreaming!” Siegfried retorted instinctively, then coughed. “You’re dreaming! You need to wash off all the sweat and odor from your clothes, then we’ll change into new clothes and give the saintess the best first impression. You’re just an ordinary person, unlike us Valkyries who don’t sweat at all. Look, I’ve already washed myself.”

She was actually just lying there wearing a bath towel. Brunhilde turned her head and saw that because the bra wrap had been removed, she could see her sister's rather full and firm breasts... The thin silk nightgown couldn't cover Siegfried's nearly E-cup chest. He usually had to wear several layers to cover it up so that it would look like he only had well-developed pectoral muscles.

She wasn't having an easier time than Brunhilde. At least Brunhilde's disguise involved wearing slightly androgynous clothes. Siegfried's bra was so tight that if she weren't a Valkyrie, it would have definitely caused her problems. But precisely because she was a powerful Valkyrie, it seemed that the bra actually stimulated her development... So when she was alone, Siegfried often liked to take off all her clothes and bra, wearing only a silk nightgown to unleash her true nature.

The two siblings were dressed differently – one wrapped in a bath towel and the other in just a nightgown – but this was normal for both of them, since they were keeping their secrets hidden and only their family could see them.

Unable to dry her long hair herself, Brunhilde sat on the edge of the bed and handed the hairdryer to her sister. Siegfried tossed aside her phone, knelt down beside him, and expertly began to quickly dry his hair, her body instinctively pressing against the boy's back.

"Hey, it's just blow-drying my hair, you don't have to give me a perk." Brunhilde naturally sensed her sister's pride and said helplessly, "At least put on your underwear first."

"It's okay, I won't dislike you, Bubu." Siegfried chuckled and patted his brother's head. "Your sister will always love you, even though you're neither tall nor handsome, can't play basketball or sing and dance, are easier to bully than girls, so fragile you could burst at the slightest touch, and are still a pitiful little virgin..."

"Sis, has anyone ever told you that you really deserve a beating?"

"Tch, do you think you can beat me?" Siegfried finished drying his hair, pulled him into his arms, and chuckled mischievously. "What you really wanted to say was 'I'm asking for it,' right? Too bad, too bad. In my hands, you're just a little wolfhound I can easily crush. You're no threat to your beautiful older sister at all~"

"Shut up!"

While they were joking around, the doorbell suddenly rang. Siegfried had booked this hotel on a whim, as he was supposed to meet a distinguished guest at 2 p.m. after taking a shower.

"Room service~" came the cheerful voice of a young girl.

It's 1:30 now, afternoon tea time, although neither of them is too lazy to eat anything. After all, it's more normal to save room for Cecilia. But at this moment, neither of them is too lazy to open the door. Siegfried is leaning against the headboard, playing on his phone while casually fiddling with the bangs of the handsome boy in his arms. Brunhilde stretches and says, "Just push him in."

The door opened, and a hotel staff member walked in with light steps. In that instant, Siegfried, with his keen hearing, looked up.

She suddenly realized something was wrong. There was no sound of the trolley wheels sliding across the floor, only footsteps, and normally the room service for afternoon tea would be delivered by trolley.

Looking up, she saw the "waiter" walking briskly across the aisle, staring at the two people on the large bed.

Siegfried was stunned.

Cecilia stared blankly at the young woman in a silk nightgown, her shoulders partially exposed, embracing a handsome young man wrapped only in a bath towel, their bodies pressed intimately together. The young man's cheek was pressed heavily against the woman's chest, their long white hair intertwined, their breaths mingling.

Brunhilde also looked up, and the three of them stared at each other in disbelief.

The hot spring water was smooth as jade, her body lay there delicate and weak, newly blessed, in the warm embrace of the hibiscus-scented tent…

The scene that came into view immediately brought to Cecilia's mind the entire "Song of Everlasting Regret".

Her teeth were grinding together.

Chapter Thirty-Six: I can play like this with Sister Leah too!

Brunhilde is very nervous right now.

Siegfried is feeling the same way right now.

At this moment, Brunhilde's exceptional intelligence and emotional intelligence, honed at the age of thirteen when she entered the University of Bergen, were utterly useless; she had reverted to being that useless Ragdoll cat. This nickname was one Brunhilde had just given herself, because Ragdoll cats are actually born with defects. Although they are beautiful and cute, they are a breed bred to cater to human aesthetics, making them sickly and useless except for their looks. Brunhilde believed she was just that kind of utterly useless Ragdoll cat; otherwise, why would she have let things turn out this way when she tried to help on one of her rare occasions… Damn it, she didn't even know how chaotic her mind was right now.

Cecilia wore a black and gold Valkyrie-style fitted uniform, a general's peaked cap, and her long white hair cascaded down her back. She wore leather boots and gloves, exuding a lively and spirited air. Tall and slender, she possessed a stunning figure and a beauty that approached the limits of human aesthetics.

The reason she was called a "Saintess," besides her unparalleled strength that dominated an era, was also due to her flawless appearance. Brunhilde wasn't arrogant; he originally thought that as a boy, his looks were already invincible, but Cecilia's appearance was simply designed to conquer the hearts of every boy and even every girl. Brunhilde was at most a promising, innocent young girl, but twenty-year-old Cecilia was at the peak of her beauty!

Although the saintess's expression was icy cold, almost murderous.

"As expected of the Kaslana family, known as the 'Wall of the People,' building a wall is a good way to keep the wealth within the family. I'm very satisfied with this extremely arrogant welcome ceremony. You two continue, don't mind me." Cecilia leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, coldly staring at the siblings. "Go on, I quite enjoy watching."

Siegfried was on the verge of tears.

She wasn't stupid; of course she knew what Cecilia was misunderstanding! Yes, sharing a bed would certainly lead to misunderstandings, but... but what siblings avoid suspicion? With her own brother's face, which looked even more feminine than hers, there was absolutely no way she could be wary! Thank goodness she truly had no ulterior motives whatsoever. In some ways, they could even be considered siblings; they'd slept in the same bed for so many years—where was the secrecy between men and women?

If she really had any ulterior motives, she wouldn't have just let room service in so easily, because she knew she and Brunhilde were innocent! We're innocent! We don't have ourselves in our hearts!

Siegfried was thinking of waiting until after his marriage to avoid any awkwardness with his adorable younger brother, but since he wasn't married yet, he wasn't even looking for a girlfriend for the time being! He was going to spend time with his useless Ragdoll cat. Forget about kissing, petting, and cuddling; what's wrong with sharing a hotel room, taking a bath, exercising, and getting up together? Don't you know that raising cats can cultivate one's character? We're family, there's no need for any taboos!

After mentally rebuking Cecilia with a powerful and resounding rebuke, Siegfried still timidly put on a fawning smile.

—Damn it, if I put myself in this saintess's shoes, Bubu and I probably really are just finishing the second stage and preparing for the third.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." Siegfried quickly got up, pulled up the strap of his nightgown, and grinned as he reached for Cecilia's hand, but the latter immediately dodged away in disgust. She didn't care and laughed heartily, "Miss Saint, why did you come straight here? Haha, I thought we were the ones who should be greeting you."

"Hmph, how would you know if you didn't come here yourself..." Cecilia tried to maintain her angry sneer, but faced with this scene, she was still somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, and could only snort, "How can I see your true colors?"

"What do you mean by the truth? Miss Saintess, don't talk nonsense. My brother and I are just used to fooling around. You can see for yourself that we know our limits." Siegfried felt bitter inside, but he still tried to be as cheerful as possible.

It's truly an injustice, but Cecilia's sudden arrival was indeed too abrupt. She even deliberately disguised herself as room service; although I figured it was probably just for fun, I never expected that her little game would lead to such a big catch.

"Younger brother?" Cecilia was taken aback. "Who?"

Then she realized what was happening and belatedly looked at the petite, aloof girl who was fixing her long hair, pulling the towel tighter, and getting out of bed with a calm and composed expression.

She didn't actually react at first. The reason she felt it was shameless was because Siegfried was known for his womanizing, yet he was still having fun with a young girl who was obviously not very old, even though he knew that his fiancé was coming today!