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

"It is indeed an open conspiracy, as Salome once said."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Lixue, wiping her long hair, walked out calmly. "But Salome also said that any man who can enjoy the Saintess's pleasures must step into the trap, even if he knows it's an open conspiracy. Salome said we are your sisters, Lady Cecilia, but that doesn't mean we don't covet you. We admire you, but the more we admire you, the more exciting it is to forcefully take you from us."

Shi Yu Qiluo covered her face. Although she had thought of these words herself, how could Cheng Lixue say them so calmly?! Lady Cecilia shared her little Ragdoll cat with such heartache in exchange for our support—she should be ashamed! This shows that we haven't earned Lady Cecilia's complete trust. Lady Cecilia didn't need to do this; if you had just asked, we would have been yours for life…

And another thing! Ritsuki, at least clean up these marks on your body before coming out! Your waist is covered in cloth grip marks; Lady Cecilia will be jealous if she sees them!

Cecilia tilted her head and said with a smile, "Another reason is that you've all been secretly in love with me for a while now. Staying by my side under the guise of falling in love with Bubu will save you the trouble of coming up with a reason."

These words made both Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue blush instantly.

So the Holy Maiden knew all along!

The Valkyries' adoration of the Saintess goes beyond mere status and position; few who join the Snow Wolf Squad don't admire the Saintess... If the Snow Wolf Squad could find a reason to stay by Cecilia's side, they would do anything. To merely submit to Bubu, or even to Cecilia herself... well, that's certainly wishful thinking.

“Your circle is really messy.” Brunhilde then walked out of the restroom, shaking her hand.

"It's like in the end, Bubu, you're not the one who benefits."

“It doesn’t matter. I like Sister Leah, and you like Sister Leah too. But Sister Leah is mine. You covet my Sister Leah and are trying to stay by her side. Shouldn’t you show some sincerity?” Brunhilde stood on tiptoe and patted her head. “Sister Leah said that I should use myself to change your sexual orientation, and I gladly accept.”

Shigure Kira was furious. "What kind of change of sexual orientation is this?! Even if you tame us all, doesn't that just prove we like pretty girls? What's the point?"

Do you know that with your looks, even if I were to film a movie with you, I'd have to categorize it as a lesbian movie?

Shi Yu Qiluo looked up and glanced at the camera discreetly.

She knew that Siegfried and Claire had both seen this.

However, throughout the entire process, the Snow Wolf Squad never revealed any solid, irrefutable evidence. Cecilia and Bubu remain just close siblings, with no inappropriate behavior. While her and Li Xue's intimacy with Brunhilde might have been more open, any real inappropriate behavior would have occurred either in the bathroom or elsewhere, certainly not under the camera's surveillance.

The cameras, ironically, became tools for them to deceive Siegfried.

“Sometimes I wonder, Lady Cecilia, why can’t you just make your own decisions about your marriage?” Cheng Lixue said. “I’m troubled. Why create so many conditions to make this marriage happen? Why can’t you just refuse? If you want, you can simply get engaged to Brunhilde.”

“But the Kaslana family is finished,” Cecilia said softly.

“Kaslana has deceived the world for so many years to ensure the continuation of her family. Siegfried must be a boy and marry a Schariac to prove on the surface that the Kaslana and Schariac families are equal and won’t be completely swallowed up.” Shigure Kira sighed. “Lixue, you’re from Shenzhou. There are no aristocratic families or conglomerates in Shenzhou, so you don’t quite understand. Bubu is someone without extraordinary talent. It’s cruel to say this, but Bubu… is not worthy of marrying Lady Cecilia.”

Brunhilde nodded calmly: "If it weren't for my sister's marriage, the Shaniat family wouldn't be so merciful as to agree to a marriage like that. There are many ways to help Kaslana, but certainly not by marrying a saint to a good-for-nothing... I understand that even if the Shaniat family knew my sister was a woman, it wouldn't matter. It's a win-win situation for Lia to marry my sister. But if my sister's true gender is revealed, it's a lose-lose situation, and Kaslana might even face extinction as a result."

"In short, neither the Shaniat nor the Kaslana families really care about Siegfried's gender. They only care that Lady Cecilia must marry a genius." Shigure Kira shrugged.

“But I am not.” Brunhilde paused for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Actually, there's another reason, which is Claire, but Brunhilde won't tell them.

Claire would never tolerate the engagement being altered; her madness was ingrained in her very being. Since that was the case, then her twisted desires would be satisfied, making her believe she had completely given up on Cecilia, ceasing all fantasies and attempts to compete for her, thus ensuring she wouldn't interfere with her actions.

To some extent, Claire did feel much more at ease with him, and even became much more tolerant. She had undoubtedly witnessed his dissolute life with Shi Yu Qiluo and Cheng Lixue. However, Claire believed these girls were insignificant compared to Cecilia and didn't deserve any attention. Instead, she felt he was only targeting those around Cecilia because he could no longer reach her—a form of depravity born of extreme disappointment.

For Claire, this Brunhilde was even more wonderful. Abandoning the saint's salvation and falling into the deepest mire, he abandoned all his bottom lines and was willing to throw himself into her arms, and then be slowly trained by her into a child who belonged only to her.

Brunhilde knew Claire all too well; she knew the twisted mind beneath Claire's beautiful exterior.

“Allow me to be selfish just this once, sister,” Brunhilde said softly, looking at the camera. “I have no other choice but to do this so that no one gets hurt.”

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At Bygdo Royal Estate, the wedding march plays.

Although the three great families of Destiny all knew Siegfried's true gender, on this occasion when facing celebrities from all walks of life, Siegfried still changed into men's clothing. His white hair hung down, his suit was fitted, and a Schariac lily was pinned to his chest. Without the large padding decorations, he looked several years younger, dressed as a proud and dashing young man.

The bride will arrive by car, a six-kilometer journey through streets already cleared of flowers, lined with neatly stacked flower baskets, from the Bergen Hotel in the city center of Norway all the way to the manor gate. However, Siegfried cannot go to meet the car at this time. According to Nordic wedding custom, the bride must be accompanied by relatives as she drives into the manor before the host family opens the car door.

Siegfried's handsome face showed some worry; to be honest, she was somewhat concerned that Cecilia wouldn't come.

Cecilia hadn't seen her for three days. In fact, as soon as she returned to Norway, she asked to be with Brunhilde and wouldn't come until the wedding day.

Siegfried could vaguely guess Cecilia's feelings; she wanted to use the last three days to say a final goodbye to Brunhilde... or perhaps even a final act of indulgence.

Siegfried didn't dare watch the security footage from last night. She was terrified of seeing Cecilia and Brunhilde finally drop their pretense and truly go wild on the eve of their wedding. She could deceive herself if she hadn't seen the footage, but if she had and it really happened, how could she possibly face Cecilia and Brunhilde now?

But if, if that were really the case, and Cecilia and Bubu truly loved each other, wouldn't she be the one ruining their relationship? Then she wouldn't dare look anymore. If she didn't look, she could deceive herself that nothing had happened, and that she wouldn't be considered a troublemaker.

These thoughts kept flashing through Siegfried's mind, but they weren't what she feared most at that moment.

The worst-case scenario is that Cecilia doesn't come at all. With the Saintess's carefree nature, if she really loved Bubu, is it possible that she would have dragged Bubu and the Snow Wolf Squad away from the wedding this morning? If Cecilia is that willful, how will she face the situation that follows?

Fortunately, just as I was thinking this, a salute suddenly went off outside.

Siegfried felt relieved, stood up, and saw a white carriage adorned with flowers climbing up the hill. Modern weddings mostly use cars, but only the extraordinary families who adhere to ancient traditions still favor such weddings.

The carriage stopped in front of the villa. Under the expectant gazes of countless people, a delicate hand wrapped in a white gauze glove pulled back the curtain. A pair of beautiful, gentle blue eyes met Siegfried's, who had rushed to greet her. Siegfried's eyes were filled with amazement, while Cecilia wore an enigmatic smile.

"Are you stunned?" the young girl next to Cecilia said calmly. "Is the wedding dress beautiful? Do you want to wear it?"

The tone was so familiar that Siegfried instinctively looked over, only to see Brunhilde resting her chin on her hand, scrutinizing her men's attire. "When only family members are left tonight, remember to change into women's clothing."

"What are you doing in the car?" Siegfried felt a pang of panic. To be honest, seeing Cecilia and Brunhilde together made her start to have all sorts of wild thoughts. For example, she sniffed the car, fearing that the two siblings had played some kind of "wedding dress play" in the wedding car and had given her something cuckolded... But thankfully, the wedding car was clean, and Shigure Kira was there too, so nothing was likely to have happened.

“I’m the best man.” Brunhilde smiled helplessly. He had guessed Siegfried’s wariness, so he stood up with no choice.

Siegfried was surprised to see that his younger brother was also dressed up very well, in a white tuxedo with a tail that was stretched out to resemble a skirt, and on his head was a small crown that looked like the one that held Cecilia's veil in place.

Siegfried remained silent for a long time, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this a bridesmaid dress?"

“This is a groomsman’s outfit.” Brunhilde’s expression darkened.

"This is clearly a bridesmaid dress! That little crown of yours is the hairpin from the bridesmaid dress!"

"This is a hair clip."

"You're wearing a skirt!"

"The dress has been stretched out."

"They're all showing their shoulders!"

"Men's vests all have exposed shoulders."

"...Why don't you ask the people outside and see who thinks your off-the-shoulder dress, floor-length skirt, tiara, and waist-length hair are suitable for a groomsman?"

"..."

"No, I'm the bridesmaid." Shi Yu Qi Luo puffed out her chest and calmly came to Brunhilde's rescue. "Although Brunhilde is more like a girl than Brunhilde, I'm the bridesmaid, so Brunhilde can only be the best man."

"That's enough!" Brunhilde pushed Cecilia out of the car.

The light outside was blinding. Brunhilde took Cecilia's hand and handed it to Siegfried.

Siegfried's expression was slightly complicated.

She hesitated for a long time, glancing at Brunhilde, then at her own hand clasped with Cecilia's. After a long while, she spoke with some difficulty:

"Sister...maybe, maybe I should apologize to you."

She still wasn't sure if her younger brother and wife had any relationship, but if there was even the slightest possibility, she... perhaps should feel guilty?

Cecilia suddenly laughed.

Brunhilde glared at Cecilia.

"Stop talking nonsense and apologize to me for no reason." He said coldly, "Remember to change into your wedding dress tonight, sis. You don't look good in men's clothes."

Siegfried was silent for a moment, then gently squeezed Cecilia's hand, turned and left.

"Heh, I actually quite like how you look in women's clothing."

The guests cheered and crowded around the newlyweds as they entered the villa's hall. Brunhilde and Shigure Kira were squeezed outside; the best man and maid of honor really didn't have much work to do these days. Brunhilde paused for a moment, then calmly said to Shigure Kira, "I don't know what my older sister gleaned from that conversation; I didn't understand what she was trying to say."

"I quite like how you look in women's clothing. Will you dress up with me next time?" Shi Yu Qi Luo's eyes sparkled.

"Sister Qiluo, I heard you have an ex-girlfriend in the Shaniat family. You should at least put yourself in her shoes. Would your ex-girlfriend dress up as a man for you just to satisfy your fetish?"

"Yes."

"Just because she can do it doesn't mean I can!"

Chapter Sixty-Two: Coercing the Bride!

At Bygdo Royal Estate, as night fell, luxury cars sped along the highway below, heading into the darkness as wedding guests returned home.

Despite being the grandest wedding in recent years in the Extraordinary Side, Kaslana's family only held half of the ceremony this time, as the other half had to be held at Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany.

Even Cecilia's parents didn't come to witness it. It wasn't that they looked down on the Kaslana family or disdained to be in-laws. The main reason was that the parents had abandoned Cecilia a long time ago to go on a belated honeymoon. They hadn't been home for over ten years, fearing that their family would capture them and sever family ties. As a result, the Shaniat family couldn't even find where the two of them were.

But she probably didn't die; Cecilia still occasionally receives postcards from her parents showing off their affection.

Therefore, Claire was the only direct elder present at the wedding. This witch wife, holding Brunhilde who looked like a little bridesmaid but was actually a little best man, watched the entire wedding with great interest. When Cecilia lifted her skirt, bowed to her, blushed, and called her "Mother," the corners of her mouth were practically turned up to the sky.

Although the guests all assumed Claire was overjoyed to have gained a saintly daughter-in-law, only Brunhilde in her arms knew that this woman was simply intoxicated with the joy of complete victory. She didn't care about Cecilia at all; all she cared about was that Cecilia was finally married and should settle down and stop thinking about the white-haired little girl she had raised.

Siegfried and Cecilia completed their wedding without any setbacks. When Siegfried knelt down to put the ring on Cecilia's finger, all that could be seen was Cecilia's slightly flushed face and her slender hands wrapped in white gauze, accepting this testament to their long-term love without any sign of refusal.

Siegfried finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, an overwhelming sense of guilt arose within him.

As expected, intuition shouldn't be trusted. If she had actually reacted to Cecilia and Brunhilde in any way, she would have been truly betraying them. It turned out that there was indeed no ambiguity between the siblings. When people harbor impure thoughts, everything they see appears lewd. She was probably just too concerned about these two people, which led to her constant worrying and overthinking.

Now that the wedding is over, the truth is self-evident: Cecilia is still the pure and innocent saint, and Bubu is still the cool and pure white cat.

She had just finished dealing with the sparse guests when the deputy mayor of Bergen pulled her aside to discuss the development of the Kaslana family's several large estates. She gave a few casual instructions and turned around to see several reporters snapping photos of their bride.

As the saintess of the Shaniat family, Cecilia's official identity is that of the heiress of the Shaniat conglomerate, a status still necessary for the media. Wearing a Nordic-style wedding dress, the already stunning saintess is even more beautiful, like a snow princess, with even her lip gloss shimmering.

And there was something even more photogenic at that moment. Cecilia, dressed in a pure white, long, flowing wedding gown with a cinched waist and velvet stockings that encased her long, slender legs, sat on a flowerbed in the center of the hall, her long dress billowing out. On her lap sat a real little princess, dressed in a matching little dress, who gently hooked her arm around Cecilia's neck and leaned affectionately against her chest. Then she turned to look at the reporters' cameras and gave them a sweet smile.