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

She cleared her throat and said, "How could it be fake? Here's what we've done: Miss Saintess, have you ever bought doll toys? You know that the specifications of those toys are often described using 'number of heads,' right?"

Cecilia nodded; she also had many dolls. "Yes, it refers to the percentage of a normal human body length a doll is in terms of head-to-body ratio. For example, a doll with a one-sixth human body proportion would be called a six-head doll. But what does that have to do with what I asked?"

Siegfried was practically laughing his head off inside, but he maintained his composure: "It's normal that you think it's fake, because the ratio of a boy's... to his height is usually around fifteen heads tall, that's what textbooks usually say. But I'm just talking about Bubu... Maybe it's because Bubu is only 1.4 meters tall? Anyway, for Bubu, seven heads tall is quite normal."

Cecilia: "That's not scientific!"

Siegfried struggled to suppress his glee, laughing so hard he almost hiccuped as he watched Cecilia's shocked expression, as if she'd discovered a new world. Cecilia was too stunned to care about Siegfried anymore; she mentally calculated the situation, and once she understood, she was even more dumbfounded.

If it's one-seventh...

Actually, as a girl who knew absolutely nothing about this kind of thing, Cecilia hadn't really grasped the significance of this tidbit. But now, staring at the uncut cucumber on the plate, she had a clearer idea, and her mind was now in a state of utter astonishment.

Looking at Brunhilde, who was trying to hide herself by raising her collar, this aloof but well-behaved and cute little Ragdoll cat... Such a clean and soft cat... This is so out of character for him.

[Hehehehe—] A calm laugh tinged with mockery.

"Why are you laughing at me too, senior!" Cecilia cried out indignantly. "I don't want to know this stuff! Let me forget it!"

She has a phobia of germs; in her mind, Bubu is an adorable little girl who is clean and spotless, even if she is a boy, it doesn't matter as long as he is responsible for being aloof and cute! In an instant, her ideal was shattered, and she was filled with despair!

"Forgot?" Mistelin's tone returned to its usual enigmatic quality, but a faint smile could still be heard. "This is indeed a very difficult problem."

The conversation ended with only Siegfried in a good mood; Cecilia and Brunhilde ate in silence, and the atmosphere only eased after several rounds of drinks and dishes.

The so-called easing of tensions mainly stemmed from the fact that Siegfried dared not continue laughing under Cecilia's murderous gaze, while the Ragdoll cat, who was so ashamed and angry that it wanted to leave and go home, was also held down by Cecilia.

"Bubu is still a child, don't make such excessive jokes about her." The saintess warned, then subconsciously glanced down at Brunhilde's lower body, who was wearing a long off-shoulder t-shirt. Seeing her slender legs, which were only exposed by her hot pants covered by the top, she felt a little uneasy about her delicate figure.

Siegfried shrugged; she wasn't joking.

We skipped the topic and finished our meal.

Cecilia seemed to remember something, and suddenly picked up the knife. A wisp of heat flashed from her hand as she disinfected the knife.

Immediately afterward, before Kaslana and her brother could react, she decisively cut her finger, and blood seeped out.

"I'll try my best to prevent it from healing—tsk, I was having so much fun eating I forgot about it."

Brunhilde tilted her head: "What is it?"

Cecilia: "I forgot that you ingest my serum three times a day while eating. You don't need to waste what you brought; just drink my blood. Destiny's serum production involves some costly purification processes. Now that I'm here, drinking my blood will save the organization some money."

Brunhilde was stunned.

Serum is expensive, so we can't always come to you for serum extraction! How much does it cost to make one vial of reagent? Your family is richer than a country, why would you care about a few coins? No, that's not the point. I'm a human being! Do you think I'm some kind of vampire or succubus to be fed?

Cecilia shook her finger. "Bubu, is there a problem? Drinking the serum or my blood... isn't it all the same?"

That's a big problem!

While I honestly can't think of any difference, the feeling of taking it from a test tube versus taking it on your body is completely different! I'm not Hannibal Lecter; at most, I can accept eating duck blood tofu from China!

But just as he was contemplating how to refuse, Cecilia had already brought her finger to his lips. Suddenly, he twitched his nostrils and sensed an inexplicable intimacy.

Hey, Cecilia, don't... with your blood on it...

Under Siegfried's somewhat stunned gaze, the boy opened his mouth and took Cecilia's index finger into his mouth, sucking her blood in small sips.

There was no sweetness, deliciousness, or palatability to it; it was simply the taste of blood. But... this blood felt strangely familiar, like a connection of blood that seemed to have existed before.

Shaniat...blood ties.

—I've only taken Sister Leah's serum for over ten years. Is that why I feel like our bloodlines are intertwined?

Brunhilde didn't understand why he was so attracted to her. He held the saintess's fair little hand and sucked on it, licking away any spilled saliva or blood from time to time, like a cat licking its owner.

Cecilia felt the same way. She felt the boy's gentle and loving nibbles, and a strange sense of familiarity arose within her. It seemed like this had happened more than once before, and this was just the beginning. Subconsciously, she anticipated more, and her body even stiffened slightly, as if every inch of her skin longed for the boy to taste her in the same way.

Ragdoll cats are too gentle, perhaps more than just gentle... They should be like wolf cubs...

Cecilia suddenly woke up, realizing that she had been feeding the boy while gently stroking his back for quite some time. Her voice was a little flustered as she quickly pulled her hand away. Fortunately, the boy had been very gentle and hadn't used much force, so she wasn't scratched by his teeth. "I... I think you've had enough for today. I'll give you more at breakfast tomorrow."

Brunhilde nodded and said quietly, "Okay, but the serum expires tomorrow, it would be a waste not to drink it tomorrow."

Why are you still concerned about the serum's expiration date?! You and Cecilia are the same kind of person, aren't you?! Siegfried covered his face, feeling that no one should criticize anyone else; everyone seemed to be a bunch of idiots with similar thought processes.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Cool and Aloof Lolita and the Saintess's Dressing Room Trip

After dinner, the sky darkened; it was late spring, and darkness fell quickly.

Men believe that they should go home when it gets dark, but for women, it's still a time to go shopping.

Shopping during the day and shopping at night are two completely different experiences, especially since this is Bergen's CBD. Even in 1996, this Nordic city still had a thriving and vibrant nightlife.

Brunhilde, while linking arms with Cecilia—or rather, being linked arm-in-arm with Cecilia due to their height difference—was thinking about how he should be accompanying his two blind dates to the movies. Theoretically, that's how a date should go. He even took a moment to consider the recent movie schedule at the cinema.

If nothing unexpected happens, the most popular movies right now are probably the newly opened "Fargo," "Seven," and "Toy Story." However, crime films are not suitable for dates, comedies are not good for stirring up ambiguous emotions, and "Toy Story" is a family-friendly movie for children.

However, there will be some classic old movies in the midnight slot. If I remember correctly, there are only four tonight: Forrest Gump, Home Alone, Walter Defends Sarajevo, and The Shawshank Redemption from two years ago.

Brunhilde personally prefers The Shawshank Redemption, but the film's box office performance was quite dismal, barely reaching a tenth of Forrest Gump's. Brunhilde couldn't understand why the theater liked to re-show it. However, it was precisely because the theater dared to include The Shawshank Redemption, which had only been released for a little over a year and was virtually unknown, in its "classic" lineup that Brunhilde thought the theater had excellent taste, leading her to frequently accompany her classmates to see the film there.

His classmates were happy to accompany this beautiful and young genius to the movies, and quite a few even saw it as an opportunity to confess their feelings, risking Brunhilde calling the police. However, Brunhilde politely declined each time. He simply needed someone to accompany him to the movies because he was a minor and couldn't buy tickets with his ID. He didn't care who accompanied him.

But for some reason, this attitude of ignoring others made him even more popular at university. Many people even left letters in his shoe locker, saying they wanted to invite him to the movies, and they would pay for the movie tickets, snacks, and even taxi fares themselves. For naive, lustful, and foolish college students, this was one of the few ways they could get close to the aloof lolita.

Brunhilde was considering which movie to watch on a date when she looked up and suddenly realized that the three of them had already walked into the pedestrian street and missed their way to the movie theater.

"Oh!" Cecilia suddenly pointed to the billboard of the department store in front of her and exclaimed, "Racing merchandise!"

Brunhilde looked up and saw the slogan displayed on the second floor of the shopping mall: "Speed! Ghost! Phantom! Cutting-edge industry triumphs over all art; it's time to rule everything!"

Cecilia swallowed hard, then immediately dragged him into the store.

Upon entering, it wasn't a car showroom or any kind of car dealership; it was a large specialty store selling racing peripherals. In those days, there weren't 4S stores that specialized in selling car services. Items like steering wheels, tires, rims, or leather seats for luxury cars and sports cars had to be purchased from these specialty stores.

Therefore, this is a shop frequented by relatively wealthy people. Upon entering, the line of female shop assistants bows, exuding an impressive aura. All the female shop assistants are dressed in identical racing cheerleader outfits: tight-fitting nylon vests paired with super short skirts, and even crop tops that are cool and revealing, making a striking first impression.

Cecilia lingered at each display case with great interest, admiring everything from F1 racing driver helmets to wooden Buddha statues hanging inside cars, a favorite among Chinese consumers. She seemed to have a keen interest in sports car-related items.

"This is the classic helmet design of racing legend Ayrton Senna, featuring the Brazilian flag. It once fetched over 100,000 euros at auction! The original model of this helmet is in my house!"

"Oh! This is a paint scheme designed by JMD. Although they claim to be a small helmet workshop with only 14 designers, they have provided helmet customization services for more than 30 F1 racing drivers!"

"Harley's rocket pedal, haha, this is only available in Norway, you can't buy it in Germany at all!"

Looking around, it was clear that the Kaslana siblings were far less interested in the automotive industry than Cecilia. Siegfried was fine; she casually found a seat and easily charmed the saleswoman dressed as a race queen with a few words, while Brunhilde, dragged around aimlessly by Cecilia, had no interest in shopping whatsoever, his eyes filled with gloom.

But soon, Cecilia pulled him up to the second floor.

Siegfried was chatting animatedly with the pretty sales assistant when he noticed they were gone, so he got up to go up to the second floor. But when he reached the top of the stairs, he was unexpectedly stopped by a saleswoman. The saleswoman bowed apologetically and said, "Excuse me, sir, the second floor is for clothing merchandise and men are not allowed to enter. You can wait for your female companion on the first floor."

Siegfried was taken aback, thinking, "Men are prohibited from entering, but my brother just went up there without even asking him?" Then she realized that Brunhilde probably had no idea that she couldn't go up, and the clerk had completely ignored her.

She glanced at the sign and knew what was being sold... She smiled slyly, sensing that something interesting was about to happen.

Just as she had expected, Brunhilde was shocked as soon as she reached the second floor. She hadn't paid any attention to the store's business divisions; Cecilia had simply dragged her up there. And what she found on the second floor was that it was entirely dedicated to selling sexy racing girl outfits!

No wonder! You should have noticed it from the first floor. This shop is basically a fishing tackle shop for anglers, a hobby club! They sell more than just tools; they sell hobby toys! And for female car enthusiasts, if they have helmets, how could they not have racing suits?

Men's racing suits can be viewed on the first floor, but women's suits definitely need a private changing space! With so many staff members dressed as sexy racing girls, he should have noticed that this store must have those items!

"Come on, Bubu, there's no need to hesitate so much. The racing suit is really cool. Even if you don't know anything about racing, just taking pictures in these clothes is pretty cool!" Cecilia said with a smile, taking the opportunity to encourage Brunhilde.

“This is the women’s clothing section!” Brunhilde said coldly.

"Yes, but cool racing suits aren't gender-specific, as long as they fit your body! The racing suits on the first floor that don't restrict body size are for tall, strong men. A pretty little girl like you can't fit into them. You can only find suitable ones on the second floor. And you see, Siegfried can't come up, so I need a sister to help me with advice. Whether it looks good or not is up to you. Otherwise, these sales assistants will say anything nice to sell me something."

"Yes, we'll say anything to sell things," the saleswoman said with a smile. She had also noticed the petite but elegant little lady. How could she let such a cute child slip by? As a sales assistant, she was a woman too, and her burning desire to dress up this little one was unquenchable! She had to make sure she got the best racing suit!

"We have many styles of racing suits in our store, suitable for all body types, and they will accentuate your charm to the fullest. Whether you're proud of your bust, your slim waist, or your long legs, we have recommendations!" The sales assistant stared at Brunhilde. "For example, this Japanese racing girl motorcycle suit, the sky blue color is very pure and matches your age. The full-coverage style, similar to a school swimsuit, matches your conservative nature, but the over-the-knee stockings add a crazy allure, giving you a proud and conservative yet irresistible charm that makes people want to push you down!"

Brunhilde sighed. "You're very eloquent, but can you be quiet for a moment? Compared to me, who's clearly refusing, shouldn't you go ask Sister Leah for help?"

Temptation? Charm? What charm does he need? He will never succumb to proper women's clothing! Even though he was forced to grow his hair long and maintain a quiet and aloof demeanor in every move in order to disguise himself as a girl, he has always dressed in androgynous style since childhood! This is the bottom line. Once the bottom line is crossed... Heh, Brunhilde knows very well that if the bottom line is crossed, these women who already have a "I wish I had a daughter" or "I wish I had a sister" mentality towards him will completely lose control.

He'll really be treated like a girl then, so we absolutely cannot compromise our bottom line, not an inch!

The saleswoman immediately bowed and apologized, then reluctantly went to Cecilia to try and sell her the product. Cecilia was noticeably much easier to talk to.

"This cross-strap, waist-revealing style is perfect for your enviable 59cm waist, which is also known as the mermaid curve. This outfit will enhance your beauty to the next level. Just looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing how beautiful you are is already worth the price of admission."

"Considering your beautiful white hair, let's choose silver-gray. Moreover, this style with a large exposed back doesn't look seductive at all; instead, it highlights your beautiful back line even more."

"These cheerleader boots suit your height much better than tight stockings. Without them, your supermodel figure would lose half its charm! Plus, this racing suit comes in a special mother-daughter set, so you can wear it as a sister set too. There are also matching sets for your cute little sister to coordinate with."

"Mmm, okay, okay, that's it." Cecilia had completely fallen into the shopping trap, nodding frantically. Brunhilde watched from the side, sitting there indifferently playing Minesweeper on her phone, exuding an adorable aura of "Don't come looking for me to sell you anything unless you buy it" and "I'll glare at you if you try again."

Not long after, Brunhilde looked up and could no longer see Cecilia. Just then, a shop assistant came over with a racing girl outfit and said with a smile, "Miss Cecilia is waiting for you in the dressing room. We hope you can help her change."

Brunhilde's eyes widened. Changing clothes?

Even though you guys really don't treat me like a boy, I'm definitely not your little sister! Siegfried is down there, isn't that going too far?

"She said she needs your opinion." The shop assistant handed him the clothes. "You are a very lovely child too. This is a matching outfit to match Miss Cecilia. Don't worry, our dressing room is big enough for two people to change clothes together."

Brunhilde tossed her clothes aside in annoyance, walked to the locker room door, and knocked.

Giving advice is fine, Cecilia has probably already changed, so there's nothing awkward about it. Thinking about it, whether Cecilia shows it to him in public or they show it to each other in the dressing room, it's the same thing. Why is it okay to show it in public, but we need to avoid suspicion in the dressing room?

This is too idealistic, Brunhilde felt she didn't need to dwell on it.

As soon as he knocked, the dressing room door was pushed open, and a slender arm came out, grabbing the little Ragdoll cat by the neck and pulling him inside. The speed was so fast that the saleswoman outside was stunned.

The door was suddenly locked from the inside. Brunhilde leaned against the door. Although the dressing room, which was only three or four square meters, was not small, he was almost pressed against the young saintess as soon as he entered, his breath filled with Cecilia's sweet fragrance.