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

"You're blocking my view!"

"Hehehe."

Don't touch the driver's leg while the car is in motion!

"That's because you don't touch the passenger seat, Bubu! What boyfriend doesn't touch his girlfriend's thigh while driving? One of us has to be a pervert!"

"You're an idol! Watch out, I'll post this video of you looking like this online!"

"It's okay. Being caught on camera being overly intimate with their idols actually increases our popularity. You don't know, do you? A lot of idols create all sorts of scandalous news to build a yuri (lesbian) image!"

Shi Yu Qi Luo loves to act like a rogue towards her manager, sugar daddy, and boss. Ever since she followed the Holy Maiden and became the disciple of this little ragdoll cat, Shi Yu Qi Luo feels that there is nothing she is dissatisfied with in her life, and every moment is filled with happiness.

Every time I have sex with Brunhilde, I feel a sense of shame, as if I'm cheating on my fans by having a younger man behind their backs, as well as the shame of enjoying the Saintess's boyfriend. Of course, there's also the love between lovers. Who else can experience this unique feeling like me?

Not every idol can meet such a lovely and sincere manager, nor can every idol have the right to possess their manager and secretly tempt them to show an expression of resentment and despair at all times.

"hiss--"

The sound of tires scraping the pavement! Brunhilde slammed on the brakes, and at the same time, an armored vehicle emerged from the shadows on the right side of the street and sped straight toward the road!

Brunhilde reacted quickly, but Shigure Kira reacted even faster. Almost immediately, she turned the violin case on her back to the front, her fingers lightly stroking the case, ready to strike.

As an A-rank Valkyrie, Shigure Kira's extraordinary ability is mainly "sound waves," and the guitar in her case is not only her instrument but also her amplifier. The force generated by the high-frequency infrasound can cause sand and stones to fly and can also obstruct the trajectory of armored vehicles.

But the armored vehicle soon stopped, and Brunhilde and the other got out to look. They saw that behind the battered armored vehicle was a group of dusty refugees carrying large and small bags, crossing the road.

The armored vehicle opened its roof door, and a beautiful young woman in a military uniform with blonde hair in a ponytail stepped out. She wore a Siberian women's military green cloak, thick black pantyhose inside her steel boots, and looked exhausted. She first bowed and apologized to the vehicles that had blocked her way, then helped a frail young woman with long silver-gray hair tied into two Roman curls, also with a Siberian appearance, out of the armored vehicle. The young woman had a delicate, sickly complexion, and her slightly protruding belly clearly indicated that she was pregnant.

They were all refugees, even the female officer and the gray-haired pregnant woman were clearly refugees. Shi Yu Qiluo frowned as she surveyed the crowd, her gaze then settling on the two women. "They're quite pretty, these two widows."

"How did you know she was a widow?" Brunhilde asked casually.

“Siberia is a godforsaken place with war going on for years. These are probably refugees who fled from the Battle of Chechen. Moscow is unlikely to refuse these people, after all, just a few years ago, we were all brothers of the Soviet Union,” said Shigure Kira. “I don’t know what to do with these people. It looks like they’re going to the suburbs… wait!”

Brunhilde knew why her expression had suddenly changed; it wasn't just a matter of refugees crossing the border, he had also seen the Mandate of Heaven symbol on the female officer's uniform.

These are not local soldiers; they are soldiers destined for greatness!

Destiny also involves many ordinary people, not just Valkyries; such a large enterprise naturally requires supporting numerous armed groups. The insignia on the female officer's uniform indicates she is a member of Destiny's North American branch, but the North American branch…

"The North American branch betrayed us decades ago! This is... someone from Anti-Entropy?"

The North American branch of Destiny rebelled in 1955, establishing the "Anti-Entropy" organization. Anti-Entropy members are elusive, causing Destiny considerable headaches, and they rarely leave traces or incriminating evidence… This woman is wearing a former North American branch uniform; she might be up to something!

Brunhilde and Shigure Kira got out of the car at the same time and walked up to the female officer. Before they could speak, the female officer showed a knowing look and gave a bitter smile: "I knew I couldn't escape Fate's pursuit. You've already come this far, do you still want to come?"

Before Brunhilde could speak, the woman said in a deep voice, "But at least let me settle the refugees first. This is also a way to atone for your sins. So many people have died in these wars that your destiny ignited. At least you should give the refugees some way to live. Bonya is an ordinary person. By the time I settle her in a normal place, she will be in her final stages of pregnancy!"

Brunhilde and Shigure Kira's expressions both changed.

Wait a minute, aren't these refugees from the War of Chariots and Dust? This is clearly a war launched by the secular side, how can it be related to destiny?

Brunhilde suddenly realized that there was no rush to take Shigure Kira back to the hotel; it was only noon.

How should the refugees be resettled?

“The Moscow government has allocated several abandoned streets for us in the suburbs, where we can live temporarily. I… I hope you can allow me to send Bonya to the St. Sisters’ Orphanage there.”

"Orphanage?"

“I…I’m not really a core member of Anti-Entropy. I have businesses there, and I’m the director of that orphanage, although it hasn’t opened yet.” The female officer introduced herself. “My name is Cocolia, and the lady behind me is my friend, Bonya Alexandra. I hope you can give me a chance. The refugees haven’t had a break in a long time, and we can’t delay any longer.”

Behind her, a pregnant woman with delicate, silver-gray spiral curls looked pleadingly at Brunhilde: "Miss, I don't know what grudge Coco has against you... but can you please let Coco go? She's not even a soldier anymore; she's just a deserter who led refugees to escape. She won't affect anyone."

Brunhilde paused, looking at the young woman named Bonya with surprise.

Admittedly, the young woman was very beautiful, even though she looked travel-worn and dirty. It was clear that she had once been a well-off and gentle wife. But Brunhilde was used to seeing beautiful women, and while the beautiful young woman amazed him, she wasn't entirely unexpected.

To his surprise, the young woman looked...very familiar. He seemed to subconsciously recognize someone with a similar appearance—the same silver-gray Roman curls, the same beautiful blue eyes, the same...typical Slavic features.

"Hey, why are you staring at her for so long? Bubu, even though you're a womanizer, she's a widow! You can't be interested in a widow!" Shiyu Qiluo pinched his thigh.

“No, it just looks familiar.” Brunhilde paused for a moment. “Lead the way. I’m very interested in what you just said… Did Destiny ignite this war?”

"You didn't know?" Cocolia was also stunned.

Should we know?

“The ordinary Valkyries…were not informed?” Cocolia suddenly realized. “Is that so? So that’s it! As expected, you have no idea what happened in Siberia, right? You…”

Do you know about the Tower of Babel?

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The Siberian Plain, east of the Ural Mountains.

On the snow-covered frozen plain, a building towers above all the mountains in sight, yet lies dozens of meters underground. Completely black, with no windows on its exterior, it stands perfectly still, the only landmark visible in this icy landscape—a towering black structure that refuses to fall.

Destiny, the Babylonian genetic research laboratory, also known as the "Tower of Babel".

A woman with cascading white hair and red eyes, wearing a high-necked sweater dress and high heels, stepped out of the elevator on the 33rd floor of the Tower of Babel. The Tower of Babel has ten underground floors and twenty-three above ground; this is the highest floor. Floors above 30 are primarily where the researchers live their daily lives, and the 33rd floor is no exception. It is the most mysterious, said to be the secret base of one of Schicksal's most capable researchers.

But Claire knew it was all fake. When she entered, she saw the blond, handsome man holding a glass of red wine, gazing at the rows of cylindrical chambers filled with nutrient solutions, each containing... fully developed children.

To be precise, this place is full of androids cultivated by this man.

All of them had uniformly white hair; there were both boys and girls, and they were all infants at the same developmental stage, curled up, even somewhat disgusting. Claire avoided looking at them with disgust. She stared at the self-satisfied man on the stage and shouted sharply, "Answer me! Whose child is Kiana, Otto!"

The blond, handsome man turned around and looked at her flirtatiously.

"Oh, welcome, my dear Miss Claire, one of my few trustworthy Valkyries from Zhili, and a comrade who shares my disregard for ethics and is just as wicked."

Chapter Sixty-Six: What is this? A Special Attack on a Valkyrie and a Succubus?

The blond, handsome man was none other than Otto Apocalypse, the Archbishop of Schicksal, whose status and position on the transcendent side were renowned, and who could almost be considered a head of the world government on the transcendent side.

However, Claire knew that the person here couldn't be his true form. To be precise, Otto didn't have a true form. He was an immortal being from five hundred years ago, and he was male, not a Valkyrie. He had survived to this day by storing his consciousness in different Soul Steel bodies, and this was probably one of them as well.

Even killing this Soul Steel body would be meaningless, as the synchronized consciousness within other bodies would awaken. By constantly switching bodies, one could achieve a narrow form of immortality. This is one of the reasons why Otto Apocalypse was able to rule Destiny for five hundred years without anyone being able to overthrow him.

So Claire resisted the urge to kill him.

"You were the one who arranged the marriage between Kaslana and the Shaniat family, resulting in the birth of Phil and Cecilia's child! Now, tell me, whose child is it?!"

"What's wrong? My friend, what's bothering you?" Otto said with a smile. "Kiana? I'm very satisfied with that child. I have no objection to her existence. You did a great job on the mission!"

"I'm not in the mood for your sarcastic remarks right now!" Claire suppressed her anger. "You'd better explain yourself clearly! Otherwise, our cooperation will be strained! If I don't trust you, you should know that your plan won't be so easy to implement."

“No, no, no, my friend, actually, your question is the strange one.” The man said casually, “Our previous promise of cooperation was to obtain a child who possesses both Kaslana’s and Schariac’s genes, and that has already been achieved. Regardless of whose child Kiana is, she possesses both Kaslana’s and Schariac’s genes, and she is already perfect.”

Claire was furious; her stunning beauty now turned into a mixture of rage and jealousy. "What do you mean? You never said you wanted Cecilia and Bubu's child!"

“But you’ve achieved your goal, haven’t you? You wanted to solve your Bubu’s fertility problem, but it’s very likely that it’s already been solved, isn’t it?” Otto laughed.

The beautiful witch wife was furious, but instead smiled and said, "Otto, are you trying to kick me to the curb?"

Otto's expression hardened, and he shook his head with a faint smile, walking down the steps and preparing to place his hands on Claire's shoulders. However, Claire coldly dodged him, saying, "Only my cloth can touch my body."

Otto shrugged.

“Just kidding. Of course I would never let you down. We’re both people who have become ugly because of one or two unspeakable obsessions. We’re friends, and friends should help each other.” Otto tapped on the large screen behind him and began to patiently explain, “After learning about your doubts, I’ve been very concerned. A few days ago, I had the lab do the most thorough genetic testing and comparison. This is their report.”

Claire looked up and saw on the big screen the portraits of Kiana, Siegfried, Cecilia, and Brunhilde, along with rows of incomprehensible professional data comparisons.

“Normally, hospitals test a dozen to several dozen DNA loci for paternity testing, but for you, my friend, I had the lab do 15,000 DNA loci tests.”

What is the matching rate?

"No, no, no, Claire, you don't quite understand the algorithm of DNA testing. The matching rate can't tell whether two people are related, because even two complete strangers have a DNA matching rate greater than 90%, and only when the probability of kinship is greater than 99.99% can a conclusion supporting a parent-child relationship be defined. If 16 loci are tested, normally all 16 loci will match. If one is matched, it might be a gene mutation; if two are matched, the probability is extremely low; and if three are matched, it can be determined that they are not related. But I tested 15,000 for you."

"Science popularization time is over, enough nonsense, let's get to it!"

“Let’s start with Cecilia. Cecilia is undoubtedly the child’s mother. All 15,000 DNA loci tested matched. This at least proves that the child was not born to Siegfried, because there is always a possibility of mutation in the paternal genes, and it is unlikely that all 15,000 tests would match.”

"Of course I know it's Cecilia's child. I watched her belly grow bigger every day!"

"Then there's Siegfried's genetic compatibility rate. Congratulations, you've broken through 99.99%!" Otto clapped.

Claire finally breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Since it was Siegfried's child, then it didn't matter, it didn't matter.

Claire's biggest worry was that even though her daughter married Cecilia, Brunhilde was still extremely close to Cecilia, so close that it made her uneasy.

She never knew whether Brunhilde had fallen for Cecilia. In fact, she didn't care how many women Brunhilde had; the more the better, because it meant he had a lower bottom line and was more willing to accept love that most people couldn't accept... But those were just glamorous and shameless women who posed no threat. Cecilia was different.

This sense of threat made Cecilia keep a close watch on things even though she was already married.

What if… that was exactly what she feared: what if Siegfried didn't know, or didn't believe, that his younger brother had fallen in love with his wife, and hadn't even noticed? And Kiana…

Claire felt terrified because of the baby girl, the child who was considered her granddaughter, the little one named Kiana... who possessed a holy mark from birth.

That familiar stigmata.

A bright red scale.

Claire was all too familiar with this Stigmata. Some exceptionally talented Valkyries possessed innate Stigmata, which inherited the power of historical heroes. However, this Stigmata had no power of its own, because Claire also possessed it.

On that morning, which Claire still remembers and regrets to this day—a morning of utter madness and immorality—she awoke from Brunhilde's body with this stigmata on her navel.

The stigmata had no effect, and at first Claire thought it was just bad luck. But now, seeing Kiana with the exact same stigmata on her back... Claire couldn't help but think of her own Ragdoll cat.

She doesn't believe this stigma has nothing to do with Brunhilde!

But now, Siegfried's 99.99% genetic match rate says it all.

"Do you want to keep listening?" Otto laughed. "You should be relieved now."