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

Brunhilde sighed. Because of his appearance, even though they knew he was a boy, these people always subconsciously didn't treat him like one. Of course, maybe it was because they trusted his character; anyway, these things were hanging in the bathroom without any attempt to conceal them.

Tomorrow, the dutiful Kirako will come to collect and wash their clothes. A washing machine would suffice, but Kirako insists that hand washing is better and cleaner for the clothes. To avoid suspicion that she's only washing Cecilia's clothes and has ulterior motives, Kirako generously chooses to wash everyone's clothes.

Brunhilde took a shower, then jumped into the tub, drained all the water Claire had used, and filled it with hot water again. He soaked for ten minutes before drying himself off and wrapping himself in a towel.

Damn, there's one more person. That bastard took the bathrobe, so all we have is a towel.

As soon as I came out, I saw three slender, white-haired girls wrapped in white bathrobes, huddled on the sofa, discussing something with serious expressions.

Seeing him leave, Claire solemnly spoke:

“There are four people and three rooms. Bubu, you are not one of them.”

Chapter Fifty-Five: On the Compatibility of the Male and Female Leads' Twin Ponytails

The issue that every coming-of-age novel will face is sleeping in separate rooms.

Brunhilde faced this problem when the suite only had two bedrooms. They finally managed to free up one bedroom, and now they needed another.

Brunhilde knew why Siegfried and Claire weren't too keen on taking Cecilia home for a visit. They could certainly provide accommodation at home, given the several bedrooms... but it was rather uncouth.

The Kaslana family is actually quite poor. While they appear wealthy and even billionaires, most of their wealth is distributed among subsidiary companies. In some ways, members of these subsidiary companies don't even bear the Kaslana surname. The Kaslana family has never cared much about its sphere of influence; successive patriarchs have been brute warriors who could survive for a long time as long as they had enough to eat. Therefore, by now, the true wealth belonging to the Kaslana family is less than a tenth of what it used to be.

Even if they only have a fraction of their wealth, they're still considered rich, but only by ordinary standards. The Kaslana family estate has long been rented out and become a famous tourist attraction, with only a few buildings remaining for them to live in. Siegfried and Brunhilde, however, didn't want to live in such a remote and inconvenient place, so they both rented a two-story apartment in the city with Claire.

Siegfried and Brunhilde spent their childhood in this ordinary apartment. To the outside world, they could certainly act aloof and noble, after all, they were traditional Norwegian nobles with a long and distinguished family background, waking up every day in their million-square-meter estate and driving to school. But in private, they didn't even know whether ancient nobles drank tea from Chinese porcelain or British bone china.

So to avoid being exposed, Brunhilde could only become more and more aloof, and slowly she became truly aloof.

But you can't exactly take Cecilia to your apartment for a welcome party, can you? Wouldn't that be too disillusioning for a young lady from a saintly family? On one hand, she lives in Neuschwanstein Castle and is the supreme princess of all of Europe, and on the other hand, she's so poor that she's sold her ancestral home and is now living in a downtown apartment. This contrast... even if the Schariacs aren't the kind of snobbish, powerful family that looks down on others, it's only natural to feel disappointed.

So the Kaslana family decided that staying in a hotel was more cost-effective. After all, the Shaniat family's purpose was to arrange a blind date and find love, not to assess the other party's family background. Everyone knew that the Kaslana family was poor, so there was no need to come and see for themselves.

But Brunhilde felt that too many people were crowding around. In fact, if they really wanted to foster a relationship between Siegfried and Cecilia, he and Claire should both get lost.

“Four people, three rooms, same as always, I’ll sleep in the living room.” As a boy, Brunhilde felt she should be the first to speak up.

But Claire immediately straightened up as if to say something, but her bathrobe, pressed down by her hips, pulled down, revealing her ample breasts. Her face flushed red, and she quickly covered the top of her bathrobe, giving Brunhilde a look of embarrassment and annoyance: "Never seen a beautiful woman before? Still staring!"

“I wasn’t staring,” Brunhilde said coldly.

"Mmm~" Claire said with a smile, "But Bubu can't sleep in the living room, okay? People will pass by you when they get up at night, and you like to sleep naked, so it's inconvenient."

"Hey, how did Mrs. Claire know that Bubu likes this kind of thing?" Cecilia was taken aback. How could she not know, after sleeping with him so many times?

"Of course I know, what's my relationship with Bubu?"

“Don’t talk nonsense, I don’t have that kind of fetish.” Brunhilde took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “I’m fine, there’s air conditioning in the living room, I’ve slept there several times.”

“But there are only three blankets in the suite~” Claire continued with a gentle smile. “At two in the morning, the staff also need to rest. It’s not very convenient to ask room service to buy two blankets. Besides, it doesn’t look good to have blankets on the sofa. Let’s squeeze in and leave one room for two people to sleep.”

Brunhilde was speechless. He wanted to stop Claire. Although he didn't know what Claire was thinking—perhaps she wasn't thinking anything at all and just wanted to annoy him—he felt he shouldn't give in, no matter what Claire was up to.

But then Siegfried said generously, "Mom, you can sleep with your brother. You haven't seen each other for months, and your feelings have faded. Bubu, you too. Mom definitely won't tell me about the man she's keeping outside, but she loves you the most. You have to find a way to get the information out of her. We have to keep an eye on things for Mom."

Brunhilde was about to retort when Claire jumped onto the opposite sofa and hugged him tightly, rubbing her face against his like a big cat licking a kitten, then tilting her head up to him with a coquettish expression.

Brunhilde wanted to push her away, but her expression was too soft, and he hesitated.

Claire's lips curled slightly.

Brunhilde's eyes turned cold, and she casually pushed her aside, saying indifferently, "No need, I'm all grown up now, I don't want to sleep in the same bed with Claire anymore."

"Eh—" Claire drawled sadly.

Seeing this warm and exemplary family, Cecilia felt a sense of comfort and happiness, and said with a smile, "Then Bubu will sleep with me. He's been sleeping with me these past few days."

Siegfried knew about this, which is why Cecilia dared to say it; she knew Siegfried wouldn't refuse.

But as soon as she said it, the atmosphere turned several degrees colder. Cecilia subconsciously looked at Claire and found that the latter's red phoenix eyes narrowed into a sharp line.

The witch wife didn't look at Cecilia. Instead, she gently touched Brunhilde's chest with her finger. Because of the bath towel, the little Ragdoll cat was bare-chested. Her slender fingers felt cool to the touch, and a slight trickle of blood seeped out where her nails had scratched.

She looked up, her delicate eyes sparkling: "Really? Bubu, it's Miss Cecilia who's been taking care of you these days, isn't it Phil?"

Brunhilde stared into her eyes for a long time before laughing: "Yes, Mother."

The fingernail had dug an inch into the skin, and blood was flowing out noticeably. Cecilia noticed this immediately and quickly reminded him.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Bubu, Mommy was careless." Claire snapped out of her daze, quickly withdrew her hand, and blew on it. Then she looked up and met Brunhilde's gaze. The cool little Ragdoll cat wore an indescribable victorious smile, staring at her proudly.

“You’re being a little naughty,” she said softly. “It’s okay, we have plenty of time.”

“It’s you, not us,” Brunhilde said softly.

At this moment, Siegfried interjected, "How about Bubu sleeps with me? Ever since the Saintess came, you've rarely slept with me, little brother. Am I not as good-looking as the Saintess, or is my chest not as big as hers? Why do you dislike me so much! You bastard who values ​​women over his sister!"

Brunhilde thought to herself, "What's going on? I slept with Leah and then slept with you. Should I feel guilty or not? Should I feel guilty towards you or towards Leah?"

Sis, you don't know anything, so please don't meddle! Your weird stance is making my moral compass fluctuate wildly, it's driving me crazy!

"Alright, why do we always have to worry about who Bubu sleeps with? Bubu is a big kid now, it's normal for him to want his own private space." Claire clapped her hands. "Can't we just let Bubu sleep alone? I know everyone wants to use him as a pillow, but pillows need to rest too."

Brunhilde glanced at her in surprise. Had this woman lost her mind? Why was she bringing up the topic again?

"Don't torture Bubu and the others. Cecilia and I will be sleeping in the same room tonight. Perfect, I still have so many girly secrets I want to tell Cecilia. Phil, Bubu, you can sleep by yourselves. We sisters can continue playing tomorrow~" Claire said with a smile, taking Cecilia's hand affectionately and heading towards the room.

Brunhilde immediately stood up. He understood instantly, and alarm bells rang in his mind! This crazy, morbid woman could never have any good intentions towards Cecilia. What was she planning?

I don't know, but just as Brunhilde was about to issue a warning, Claire raised a finger, shushed her with a smile, and said in a cheerful and gentle voice, "It's okay, Brunhilde, Mommy won't do anything you wouldn't tolerate. Oh, I know what's good for me."

Brunhilde remained silent for a moment, suppressing her anger.

Claire has only one thing you can trust: she never lies to you. She may do many things that Brunhilde finds disgusting, but she will carefully avoid crossing the line that Brunhilde truly cannot tolerate, because she doesn't want Brunhilde to go down the path of hating her completely.

Throughout, Claire only did one thing that Brunhilde absolutely could not tolerate, and that one thing completely destroyed Claire and Brunhilde's normal relationship. To some extent, Claire did regret it. Of course, she didn't regret what she did, but she regretted that she acted too hastily and not when things were more natural.

To at least save face for Brunhilde, she resorted to pleading, threats, and seduction. In the end, it was Brunhilde's concern for the last vestige of family ties—her unwillingness to cause Siegfried pain and her desire to prevent the family from falling apart—that prevented her from completely losing Brunhilde.

In other words, Claire wouldn't completely sever Brunhilde's sensitive nerves for her own selfish desires. She's crazy, selfish, and has no bottom line, but that doesn't mean she's stupid.

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As night fell, separated by a wall, Siegfried's room was on one side, and Cecilia's room was on the other.

Since it's already late at night, a little more sleep won't make a difference, since I'll definitely be waking up around noon tomorrow anyway.

Brunhilde sat on the edge of her sister's bed as Siegfried braided her hair while watching Sailor Moon on TV, mainly focusing on Sailor Moon's evolution into a beautiful girl, with the patterns on her twin tails swaying.

In the end, she still managed to sneak into her bedroom after Claire and Cecilia went inside, covering Brunhilde with a blanket and dragging her back to her own bedroom.

Although everyone in the Kaslana family has a fine tradition of cuddling their "little daughter" with cats, Siegfried wasn't lacking energy because he hadn't cuddled a cat in a while; he was just practicing tying Brunhilde's hair.

Although the hairstyles are different, Brunhilde's white hair is the best-groomed in the family. It is smooth and straight, and proportionally speaking, the longest hair of hers is only just past her waist. It is the shortest of the four white hairballs. The hairstyles that she can do, others can also do.

Cecilia's hair is so long it reaches her calves.

“If you want to act more like a girl, pigtails are out of the question, it’s not your style.” Brunhilde said, letting her mess with her hair as she read her book.

"Why! I'm good-looking enough. As long as I don't wear men's clothing, I'm still a top-tier beauty with a supermodel figure!"

"That's exactly why it won't work. First of all, twin tails are a youthful and girlish hairstyle that requires a youthful appearance, so it's mostly children who wear them. It has high age requirements," Brunhilde said casually. "My twin tails can be considered cute even if I'm just trying to look innocent. After all, even if I'm done with twin tails, I'll probably look like this." He casually pointed to a picture of a twin tail design in the book.

"You don't have the chest shown in this picture."

"Nonsense! Let me give you an example! Why don't you say that the guy in the picture isn't even as tall as me!"

"His height is over 1.4 meters, and you're only 1.4 meters. Getting back to the topic, can't I just pretend to be cute?!"

"Because you are 1.79 meters tall, and your pigtails look like this." He then took out his phone and opened a picture.

Siegfried suffered a crushing defeat.

“But maybe it’s possible. After all, everyone in the Kaslana family has a lot of hair. The main problem with ponytails is the amount of hair. The twin ponytails of the anime girls aren’t because they’re beautiful girls, but because they have what looks like two extra long ponytails with normal hair volume. They don’t have sideburns or white hair, and their hair is so strong that it doesn’t hurt even when it’s rubbed or pulled.” Brunhilde comforted her, “It’s not impossible for you to wear twin ponytails when you see Sister Leah tomorrow. After all, it’ll definitely look good if you just wear it.”

Siegfried sighed helplessly and gave up his unrealistic idea.

"The mature and sophisticated style is better with loose hair. Look at Sister Leah, she has loose hair too. Twin tails are not suitable for your age."

"I understand. Tomorrow, little brother, you can wear the pigtails like in the picture and go shopping with us."

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Siegfried casually picked him up and slumped onto the bed, pulling his younger brother into his arms, wrapping his legs around his waist, and then asked dejectedly, "What do you think Mom and Miss Saint were talking about?"

“We’ve known each other for so long, why do you still call her Sister Leah… Miss Saintess?” Brunhilde reminded her, “Maintaining distance all the time isn’t good for romance.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve dated more girls than you’ve ever seen!” Siegfried sighed, reaching inside his clothes to touch his stomach. “I understand the importance of maintaining distance, but that’s precisely why I keep that title. If I had the chance, I would definitely take advantage of it… But even though Miss Saint has been chatting happily with us, I really don’t feel that she’s interested in me. She’s too difficult to handle.”

Brunhilde felt a little guilty and subconsciously pressed herself against her sister's soft chest, trying to soothe her sister's miserable mood with her own body.

And the other side.

Chapter Fifty-Six: A crème brûlée overflowing with cream!

In Cecilia's bedroom, two women lay properly on the large bed, covered with soft but light blankets, and under the blankets were matching lace slip dresses.

Claire turned her head to look at Cecilia's face. The dim light of the nightlight illuminated her soft bangs, revealing a flawless face comparable to Brunhilde's. Claire knew she was already a rare beauty, but Cecilia was still the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

It's not just her appearance; in fact, there are countless beautiful Valkyries, but Cecilia's allure lies in her almost saintly purity. It's as if she can maintain the same caring attitude towards everyone, and this isn't a contrived attempt to create a persona. Her genuine gentleness makes her feel no burden of responsibility, thus she exudes a charm unique to saints at all times.

Cecilia's gentleness wasn't just softness, but also purity and grandeur. Claire knew why Brunhilde liked her; because people who are either insecure or arrogant feel they have many sins, so they subconsciously yearn for Cecilia, like pilgrims meeting a deity.

Brunhilde felt he had already been defiled, so he drew near to the saint's radiance, hoping to kiss the hem of her skirt. It wasn't just romantic love; it was more of a sinner begging for mercy from a holy woman. But Cecilia didn't know, and perhaps didn't understand, the true feelings Brunhilde harbored for her.