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

"To be precise, I'm weaker than the average person; I'm a patient."

But a warm, healing power surged through her body, and Brunhilde comfortably squinted her eyes. Cecilia saw this adorable scene and chuckled softly while stroking her, "Does it feel good?"

Brunhilde nodded with her eyes closed.

Siegfried was taken aback. "How could the Saintess possess such healing power?"

The blood of the saint can indeed control Honkai energy, but in the end it only works on the damage caused by Honkai energy. How can such a simple external injury be healed so easily?

“It’s a talent,” Cecilia laughed. She herself didn’t know where her healing power came from, and none of the past saintesses of Shaniat had ever heard of it.

She vaguely felt that it was somewhat related to the second holy mark on her body.

“But I usually use this power for self-healing. It’s quite difficult to heal others. I didn’t expect that using it on Bubu would result in no resistance at all. It’s as easy as healing myself.” Cecilia stroked his fair thigh, unable to stop smiling. She said with a wicked grin, “But Bubu’s thighs feel amazing. They’re better than many girls’ thighs! They’re so thin, long, and tender, and they’re smooth and cool. Heh heh, even touching my own thighs isn’t this good.”

Brunhilde's face darkened, and then she heard her older sister across from her laugh even louder: "Right, right! Little brother has the best feel, not just his thighs, you know. Next time I'll teach you where he'll blush when I touch him, and where he'll fight back fiercely when I touch him! But what's cutest about Bubu is that his fierce resistance is less than a cat's. He has no strength at all, but he still struggles desperately in my arms. That's so great! Absolutely amazing!"

"Siegfried!" Brunhilde was furious!

"Wow! That's great!" Cecilia's eyes sparkled with delight! She pressed him down firmly!

"If our two families get together, I can let you hold Bubu every day, and you can treat him however you want! By the way, Bubu's most sensitive spot is his earlobe; if you touch it, he'll..."

"Is that so?" Cecilia turned her head, filled with great curiosity, and gently sucked on Brunhilde's pointed little ear.

The 1.4-meter-tall Ragdoll cat froze in its resistance, its body tensing instantly, its resentful eyes immediately losing focus, and its fair skin gradually turning a beautiful red.

“You get both shy and angry like this~” Siegfried raised an eyebrow.

Cecilia felt the boy in her arms freeze completely, and felt his body burning with embarrassment and anger. Finally realizing she had gone too far, she quickly put on an embarrassed smile, put her arm around his waist and apologized softly, trying to bring the brain-dead Brunhilde back to his senses.

Then she looked down and saw that Brunhilde was actually tapping away on his flip phone.

"Eh?"

"Hello? Is this 112? I'm a 14-year-old boy, and I need to report that two perverted women over 20 years old are assaulting me..."

"Bubu, are you serious?!"

……

After about twenty minutes, the angry Ragdoll cat was calmed down, and all the dishes were served.

The meal consisted of broccoli with beef, spring rolls with tomato sauce, General Tso's chicken, Peking duck, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup with chili and sour sauce. The main course was pasta, and there was also a plate of creamy fruit salad. The three of them didn't order much food, but the elaborate plates took up the entire table.

This table of "Chinese cuisine" would be completely incomprehensible to locals, except for the roast duck, whose name sounded plausible. However, it was late spring/early summer of 1996, and Norwegians at that time genuinely couldn't distinguish between good and bad food; as long as it tasted good, that was all that mattered.

"I've never really understood where this habit of serving tiny portions of food on huge platters came from." Brunhilde's delicate face was full of disdain. "They learn bad habits instead of good ones. Isn't Chinese cuisine known for its large portions and filling meals—why didn't they order any wine?"

Brunhilde looked around and realized that her two sisters had indeed not ordered any alcohol.

"It's not convenient to go shopping after dinner if we're drinking," Siegfried said.

"Duh, it's just about having a few drinks at dinner, getting everyone a little tipsy so it's easier to develop a relationship, then naturally holding hands, hugging, watching a late-night movie, and when you can't get a taxi at 1 a.m., you just find a hotel nearby." Brunhilde pouted, "Isn't that how things naturally happen? Sis, you really don't know any better."

"What I admire most about you, sister, is that you, a virgin, always try to educate your experienced sister, a seasoned womanizer, on matters of the heart."

"Lily will be an old maid her whole life."

"Hey!"

Cecilia chuckled, stopping the argument between the two. She cut off a piece of beef, forked it, and offered it to Brunhilde. "I just tasted it, it's delicious. Want to try some?"

Brunhilde took a bite of the meat and chewed it carefully, commenting, "Hot dishes should be picked up with bamboo chopsticks. Cold knives and forks taste metallic when they come into contact with hot dishes. Chinese cuisine should be eaten the way Chinese people eat it to be more authentic."

Seeing his serious expression, Cecilia was taken aback. "Bubu really knows a lot about food?"

"Unlike us, he doesn't need to train his combat skills. Bubu likes to cook when he has nothing to do, and let me tell you, his skills are no worse than most chefs." Siegfried said proudly, "Don't let Bubu's sickly appearance fool you, he is a genuine genius of our Kaslana family. His lack of combat skills doesn't affect his talent. Just think about it, he's fourteen years old, almost finished with his university studies! Even among Valkyries with highly developed brains, this level is rare, not to mention that Bubu relies entirely on his talent, studying only takes up a little bit of his time."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Miss Saintess: Is this size scientifically accurate?!

Siegfried was always very proud of his younger brother's high IQ.

Theoretically speaking, even if the Valkyries don't focus on developing their brains, as superhumans, their physical abilities are inevitably superior to those of ordinary people, and their intelligence is certainly higher. After all, to some extent, thinking speed, reaction speed, spatial awareness, and time awareness are also manifestations of intelligence, and in these areas, the Valkyries are far superior to ordinary people.

However, the Kaslana family seems to have never produced any particularly intelligent individuals in recorded history. Siegfried doesn't think he qualifies, as his mother is a muscular but naive girl, and looking back to their ancestor, the first saintess Kallen Kaslana, she was also known for her simplicity.

Aside from their combat prowess being comparable to the Saintess lineage, the Kaslana knightly lineage is inferior to the Shaniat lineage in every aspect. If they were a little more intelligent, they wouldn't have fallen to the point of near extinction.

So, the emergence of someone like Brunhilde was like a Cambridge graduate emerging from three generations of poor farming families. Siegfried didn't understand Brunhilde's mind, but she understood the value of a Bergen University degree earned at the age of thirteen.

However, we still ordered drinks in the end, Brunhilde's favorite craft stout, with white hops.

After all, they were out having fun, and Brunhilde was right; what's a date without a few drinks? Alcohol is the best way to build rapport. Cecilia then ordered a soda, half a glass of soda and half a glass of dark beer, a sweet and refreshing drink, which she handed to Brunhilde.

“You can only drink proper alcohol when you’re an adult, otherwise you’ll get drunk.” Cecilia smiled and patted his head. “Mixed alcohol is less harmful to your body, but you can only have one glass.”

Brunhilde paused slightly, as if the phrase sounded familiar.

You can only drink alcohol when you're an adult, otherwise you'll get drunk.

Someone had said this to him, and he had said it to others, in some unknown corner of his memory.

The remaining drinks were naturally drunk by the two blind date partners, who also chatted about their personal lives.

What illness does Bubu have?

"It's not an illness. Generally speaking, boys who are not adapted to Honkai energy are prone to getting sick when they come into contact with Honkai energy. It's impossible for Bubu's environment not to be exposed to it. He was exposed to it from his mother's womb, so he has a weak constitution since childhood."

"Theoretically, even boys from the Kaslana family should have enough blood to resist Honkai energy."

"Theoretically speaking, but who can blame Bubu for being weak? If it weren't for the Saintess's serum, Bubu might not have even made it to fourteen."

"Ha, so your family is also planning to marry me and then keep supplying Bubu with fresh serum, right?" Cecilia said with a laugh, picking up a piece of lettuce.

"This is not."

"Eh?"

“Even if we can’t arrange the marriage, I won’t stand by and watch my brother get hurt. No matter what, I will do my best to keep Bubu alive.” Siegfried became a little more serious. “If the Saintess’s serum is needed, I will do everything I can to get it.”

Cecilia's eyes flickered slightly. "What if I don't want to give it to you anymore?"

"I'll find a way."

"Use force if necessary?"

"...If the situation really becomes urgent, even if it's Saintess, I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I'm also a selfish older sister." Siegfried smiled, "But that day probably won't come. After all, I'm no match for Saintess, and if Saintess didn't want to help, she wouldn't have provided Bubu with precious serum for so many years without compensation. You...are a good woman."

Cecilia sized up Siegfried, but before she could speak, she felt her sleeve being tugged. Looking down, she saw a cool, white Ragdoll cat staring at her. "The Kaslana family has always been very grateful for Sister Lia's contributions. We are deeply grateful and will always remember it."

The white-haired young lady was overjoyed and vigorously rubbed his face, her lips curving upwards: "It's okay if you don't remember. It's my honor to treat such a cute little sister as Bubu. It would be a loss for Destiny if Bubu were gone!"

Brunhilde wanted to refute the "little sister" comment, but the ingrained impression was hard to shake, and repeatedly reminding her would only make Cecilia, a playful girl, remember it and use it to tease her often. So he simply didn't argue and continued to eat and listen to the conversation.

Just then, the waiter brought over a plate of cucumber salad. Siegfried was taken aback, because she hadn't actually ordered it. The waiter smiled and said that the owner couldn't resist bringing this cold dish because he saw such a beautiful lady in the restaurant today.

Cecilia lowered her head shyly, and then the waiter smiled understandingly and said that the boss specially prepared this for the girl dressed in a cute style. It was a cold cucumber salad to help with hangovers. He said that such a pretty girl should not get drunk, and the meal would be free.

After the waiter left, Siegfried sighed repeatedly.

"In this world, as long as you are good-looking enough, you can eat without paying."

Cecilia seemed to still be a little resentful about being outdone by Brunhilde, and snorted, but couldn't help laughing out loud. She looked at the boy and said, "If Bubu doesn't come out with us, it'll be dangerous for him in society. There are scary lolicon everywhere."

The little Ragdoll cat remained calm and composed, saying, "So I usually only go back and forth between school and home."

Cecilia laughed even louder. This little guy seemed to know how lethal his looks were. In fact, most Valkyries were beautiful, but they all had the ability to protect themselves. Although Brunhilde was a boy, his appearance, comparable to hers when she was a child, was enough to arouse evil thoughts. No wonder he was so wary.

Cecilia picked up a cucumber, which weighed more than half a kilogram, and arranged it long on a plate, sprinkled with chilled syrup.

"How are we supposed to eat this?" Cecilia asked suspiciously.

Siegfried suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Cecilia asked, looking at her in confusion.

Siegfried waved his hand.

"This isn't how cucumbers are made in China. In China, cucumber salad can be sweet, spicy, or even sour and salty, but it's always cut into pieces. At most, there's a type called '蓑衣黄瓜' (蓑衣黄瓜), which is cut into a series of slices to maintain its shape. But it would never be served whole like this." The boy commented meticulously. "This is how this restaurant casually tries to fool us 'foreigners.' Look, it's chilled syrup. In China, how could anyone use syrup directly in a salad? It'd be so sweet it would make your teeth ache."

Cecilia remained unmoved by the conversation, her eyes narrowed, her beautiful gaze fixed coldly on Siegfried: "I sensed it. You were laughing in a lewd way just now. What were you laughing at? You have to tell me, I want to hear it."

Siegfried covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with uncontrollable laughter, but the more she laughed, the more suspicious Cecilia became. Finally, unable to bear Cecilia's gaze any longer, she tried to stop laughing, coughed, and said solemnly, "I just had a wrong idea, it's not actually reasonable."

"Explain yourself more clearly," Cecilia persisted.

"I...please forgive me, Miss Saintess, please forgive me for being a rather unrefined person. I just thought of some unpleasant things when I saw this cucumber. This cucumber is just so similar to that indescribable little thing...the shape and size are very similar."

The little Ragdoll cat's face darkened, while Cecilia was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Siegfried tried to suppress his laughter and reminded her, "It's our cat's tail."

"Our family?" Cecilia was still wondering why they were calling each other so intimately on their first blind date, but when she thought of the cat, she realized what was going on and subconsciously glanced at Brunhilde, who was covered in black lines, and her face turned red.

As pure as a saint, her mind was suddenly overloaded.

Siegfried slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter.

However, after laughing, Cecilia's expression returned to calm, with only a faint warmth remaining. She didn't glare fiercely at Siegfried; instead, her expression was quite puzzled.

“That’s not scientific!” Miss Saint frowned. “Siegfried, I understand what you’re referring to… but this cucumber is almost twenty centimeters long, and for a boy… ugh, that’s too unbelievable.”

Siegfried and Brunhilde: "..."

The Ragdoll cat became withdrawn and refused to speak, so only Siegfried stepped forward. Siegfried was laughing so hard she almost collapsed onto the table, thinking to herself, "This is the foolish, naive young lady I'm talking about. A proper young lady from a prominent family. I guess the Schariac family is all women, so they probably don't teach this kind of unimportant knowledge." Indeed, what if someone got curious? Wouldn't that tarnish the pure, innocent, and naive image of the saintly family?