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

Brunhilde was furious. So what if they're from a powerful family? Does relying on their ancestors' legacy mean they're not working hard? Who do you think you are to debate with me, Kaslana, the chosen one of heaven?

Oh, an 18-year-old A-rank Valkyrie from a commoner background, then it's alright.

Cecilia said, "Fourth, 'small,' which means being willing to humble oneself and be considerate to girls. Although I find this a little strange, why does it have to be the boy who is considerate to the girl... Can't girls be considerate to boys?"

Brunhilde said, “My brother is naturally like that. Although he is a bit reckless because he is used to being with women, how could he have so many female confidantes if he wasn’t a very shrewd and perceptive person? If I could have my brother Siegfried, I would make her grovel and do whatever she wanted, and she would never leave my side, day or night.”

Shi Yu Qi Luo laughed loudly: "If you're such a playboy, how can you be so considerate? You share your heart and soul with countless beauties, so you know you won't choose us because we're not leftovers! Our captain, the Holy Maiden of Destiny, is unparalleled in both literature and martial arts! How can she eat other people's leftovers and live a life of melancholy and subservience!"

The two little creatures on either side of Cecilia stared fiercely at each other, their angry eyes practically blazing with fire!

Cecilia found this incredibly amusing and said, “The last one, ‘leisure.’ ‘Leisure’ means having free time and always being able to accompany you when needed. Hmm… this seems the easiest, but it actually has the highest requirements. I’ve read the analysis. Being able to accompany you at any time either means that the boy is successful and no longer needs to struggle for a living, so he can accompany you anytime and satisfy your highest emotional needs. Or it means that you and this boy share the same values ​​and will, and you are highly aligned in life, career, and ideals, so much so that you can support each other no matter what you do, and you will always have each other in your lives. This is a great satisfaction of spiritual needs, and in fact, it is the most demanding of the five conditions.”

Brunhilde smiled: "How easy is that? My brother Siegfried is also a chosen one. He will surely join hands with the Holy Maiden in the future. He can spar with her when they are at home, and fight alongside her when they are out. Whatever the Valkyrie can do, my brother can do too. We will be loyal to each other for life, so what is there to say!"

Shigure Kira could no longer refute this statement.

Indeed, this is actually Siegfried's greatest advantage; she is "one of the few men who can rival a top-tier Valkyrie." In other words, even if Cecilia reaches an extremely high level, Siegfried might not be unable to keep up.

And this is in comparison to other people, other men... can any of them do that?

It's obvious that there isn't.

Siegfried is also considered a future S-class talent. In terms of talent alone, although I don't want to admit it, this playboy from a noble family is indeed more talented than Shigure Kira.

The Kaslana bloodline is ranked alongside the Shaniat bloodline, and this is no exaggeration.

Brunhilde ended the match with a smile, but his eyes didn't quite reflect that smile; he lowered his gaze, not letting anyone see his expression.

These words are a little sad.

Despite it being in response to Siegfried's words, he still felt a slight resentment. He was the true son of the Kaslana family, and equally, the true good-for-nothing.

Sparring and sparring, fighting bloody battles?

For a patient who relies on serum to survive, even walking is difficult.

Cecilia was the one who gave him a second life. This bright and gentle girl was simply radiant, but he couldn't touch her. Not physically, but spiritually.

Valkyrie, a transcendent being—he was born unworthy to be compared to such a person. They would walk a mysterious, powerful, and dazzling path. Siegfried could walk hand in hand with her, Shigure Kira could walk hand in hand with her, but he, Brunhilde, could not.

He can still touch her now, but what about later? The gap will only widen, because they're not on the same path. Right now, he can still interact with these privileged young ladies by virtue of his status as the lazy heiress of the Kaslana family, but their different perspectives will only lead to increasingly larger differences in their values ​​regarding life, career, and ideals. In the end, they will be unable to understand each other and will only become NPCs that they can casually glimpse and pay no attention to in each other's lives.

If you are incomplete, then stay where you are and wait.

But everyone will leave, leaving you behind.

Brunhilde knew her fate from a very young age, and she was always worried about it, but she never spoke of it, masking it with a coldness and a feigned mental strength. She knew she would have an ordinary life, but who willingly chooses ordinariness?

Ragdoll cats are cute-looking cats, but they have numerous genetic defects. They are a useless species that cannot survive in the wild and will die if they are not kept by humans.

--waste.

Let's go shopping then.

Shigure Kira will not linger around Cecilia; she mainly deals with the people from the Shaniat family.

Cecilia and Brunhilde wandered aimlessly through the streets of Norway, watching voluptuous female college students perform diving at the large swimming pool in front of the Bi Norwegian Business School, eating elk and reindeer meat at the food stalls in the fisketorget fish market, and of course, top-quality salmon, before driving back to the CBD to buy clothes, Norwegian specialties, souvenirs, and other items.

Then we had Peking duck for lunch.

In the 1990s, the only authentic Chinese cuisine that could be exported overseas was probably Peking duck from Tianjing. Cecilia was very interested in the food of that ancient country across the sea, but Brunhilde was not, saying it wasn't very good.

Norwegians are actually quite good at cooking duck. For example, they stuff ducks into seals and let them ferment for a year, creating a stench so strong it's almost rotten, which suits Brunhilde's taste perfectly. It's not that he looks down on Chinese cuisine; on the contrary, he seems to have an innate talent for cooking it, making it more authentic than most Norwegian chefs specializing in Chinese dishes.

But Brunhilde told Cecilia that Peking duck from Tianjing (Nanjing) had to be roasted in a charcoal oven over fruitwood, something they didn't have in Norway, resulting in mass-produced, mass-produced duck. If you wanted authentic Peking duck, you had to go to Tianjing, to Quanjude or Bianyifang, which didn't have chain stores at the time—that was the real deal. The ducks used in foreign Peking duck restaurants were all local, a complete charlatan.

Cecilia didn't care, she grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted him up, and the two of them went to eat Norwegian local Tianjing roast duck with great enthusiasm.

Then in the afternoon, I went to Uniqlo to buy Cecilia everyday clothes.

Unsurprisingly, Cecilia immediately dragged him to the children's clothing section. After he refused to move, she realized what was going on and then dragged him to the women's clothing section.

Uniqlo is a great place; the fitting rooms are large and spacious, perfect for taking selfies with a group. As for the quality of the clothing, well, let's just say it's not great.

In fact, Uniqlo isn't the most affordable clothing store. In every country and city, local stalls always sell clothes at least twice as cheaply as Uniqlo. However, Uniqlo's advantage is that its styles keep up with global trends, preventing it from falling too far behind, and it offers a wide variety of styles, making it convenient and hassle-free. For Scandinavians who are on a budget and don't want the hassle, this kind of affordable store does indeed have high sales volume.

Cecilia, arm in arm with Brunhilde, swayed back and forth by her little skirt. She never lacked enthusiasm for shopping, even in such inexpensive stores.

The Schariac family is a traditional German aristocratic family. When Cecilia rarely goes shopping with her sisters, they always visit boutiques of top international brands. They don't even glance at clothes that cost less than five figures in US dollars—and that's an underestimation of the family. Most members of the Schariac family wear white and gold nun's habit when they're out in public, and even their everyday clothes are handmade by private tailors. After all, no "brand" can match the prestige of the name "Schariac".

Cecilia remains hopelessly addicted to Uniqlo, where shirts cost twenty euros each.

After searching for a while, Brunhilde emerged from the dressing room wearing a long, black, punk-style vest that exposed her shoulders, and black denim shorts that were still hidden under the vest. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she looked aloof with a touch of world-weariness, as if she had transformed from a harmless ragdoll cat loli into a slightly fierce... ragdoll cat loli.

In Cecilia's eyes, she was simply adorable!

"How is it!" Cecilia spun around to show him herself, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

She changed into a similar outfit, a strapless tank top with studded shorts, a rock-and-roll rebellious look for a white-haired girl. Although her overly delicate features made it impossible for Cecilia to be rebellious no matter how hard she tried, it has to be said that this youthful and energetic look did make her look younger.

She went from a twenty-year-old girl to looking like a sixteen-year-old in an instant.

The two became "sister flowers" with a not-so-wide age gap.

"It's alright," Brunhilde commented. "It would be more punk if the makeup were a bit heavier."

"No, I only like punk style, not punk makeup!" Cecilia raised her chin and huffed, "Don't we look like a perfect match?"

"Don't use words like 'well-matched,' as they can easily cause misunderstandings."

"Don't we look like we're wearing matching outfits?"

"..." Brunhilde wanted to say "sister outfits," but when the words came out, he still rejected this feminine adjective.

“But Bubu is super—kawaii! Especially that lukewarm, world-weary vibe, it’s so punk! You’re the kind of girl drummer who’s singing passionately in front of you while you’re coldly playing the electronic drums in the back with a face that says, ‘How boring, why isn’t the world destroyed yet? This concert is trash!’” Cecilia blurted out, lifting him up by his armpits as if he were a cat with an elongated body.

“I know I’m cute. My appearance and even my words and actions have been carefully crafted to please you Valkyries and prevent people from finding out that I’m a boy. There’s no need to repeat myself.”

"Huh? You think this kind of personality is people-pleasing?" Cecilia was taken aback. "Who on earth would be pleased by someone as aloof as you?!"

“There are many indifferent people, at least you and I are definitely among them,” Brunhilde said coolly. “For example, you know I’m a man, but you always subconsciously keep your distance from me and never care about physical contact with me.”

“…” Cecilia realized that if she wasn’t reminded, she would always think that the child was a boy.

But even if I remember, it probably doesn't matter.

"Harlow conducted an experiment with rhesus monkeys, demonstrating that primates instinctively crave skin-to-skin contact with their own kind. This craving intensifies when they have feelings for someone, and may even lead to unconscious actions."

Cecilia: "..."

“Of course, I’m not saying you have feelings for me, it’s just that my appearance is too deceptive.” Brunhilde tapped her toes, gesturing for her to put herself down, then continued calmly, “And what I’m trying to say is this: Sister Leah, you always forget to avoid suspicion with me. I’m not a girl after all, so I have to remind you. Like today, when you came out to dinner with me alone, even if I really were a girl, this has a very strong lesbian undertone—it’s not good for building our relationship, so please be more careful in the future.”

Cecilia: "..."

"Bubu, you're really persistent." She sighed softly.

Cecilia suddenly sat down on the circular platform behind him, so that she was about the same height as him, and then she gently hugged him in her arms.

"I just think you're cute, do you have to overthink it?"

“Sister Leah is naive, so she needs me to point things out,” Brunhilde said, still indifferently.

Cecilia rested her chin on his shoulder, remained silent for a moment, and then a wicked smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"Really? But if you ask me, Bubu, you've been arguing with me all day, haven't you?"

Chapter Forty-Seven: Come On, My "Little Vampire"

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Chapter Forty-Eight: Siegfried Caught Cheating!

The boy at this moment is unaware that he will be in, and remain in for a long time, the restless and energetic stage of adolescence.

Mistelin suddenly said something out of the blue, which Cecilia didn't understand.

But Cecilia wasn't in the mood to listen. In the center of the clothing store's hall, she wrapped her arms around Brunhilde's back, pressing him firmly against her chest, pretending that he was still asleep.

Brunhilde was naturally ashamed and cooperative, not daring to move. But in reality, Cecilia knew that she was not so calm and natural. She hugged the boy tightly only because she didn't want him to look up and see her weak and absent-minded expression.

Cecilia's sea-blue eyes were now indescribably moist and dreamy, that familiar, limp feeling returning. She had experienced it before in the locker room, but this time it was more intense, because Brunhilde was still in her arms, letting her smell the fragrance, feel the warmth of her body, and stimulating her reason.

—Poppy hot.

Contrary to her excuses, she actually had no way to push Brunhilde away. It wasn't because she lacked strength, but because she discovered her body had betrayed her mind.

—Reluctant to let go.

Cecilia gritted her teeth and suppressed her inexplicable urge to hug the child in her arms and fall down together. She knew that the two of them could not be separated yet, not only because Brunhilde was embarrassed by her seven-headed figure due to puberty, but also because of her... She could feel the intense heat on her lower abdomen, not just from the little Ragdoll cat, but also from her own stigmata burning.

The stigmata were still glowing. Cecilia could only silently huddle together with Brunhilde, praying that both of them would gradually calm down. Although she didn't know why she had fallen into this situation again, she knew Brunhilde certainly wouldn't. Once the child regained her composure, she would probably find peace as well.

As she waited patiently for Brunhilde to recover, she gradually came to understand something.

Her daily interactions with Brunhilde didn't suddenly make her weak and powerless. It was only when she spent a lot of time with Brunhilde and had some slightly impure thoughts that she would feel a little hot and restless.

Even so, she does not lose control over her body's sensations.