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

“No, morality is a reflection of social order, and it changes. The Three Obediences and Four Virtues of ancient times were morality, but in modern times they are dross. The prohibition against seeing men in ancient times was morality, and it is still dross now.” Brunhilde looked into her eyes as well. “Miss Bonya, if one day you discover that your best friend, Miss Cocolia, has fallen in love with the man you also love, what would you do?”

Bonya was stunned.

Brunhilde didn't want to continue the discussion, but he didn't really care what others thought of him. Girls who couldn't accept this fact would naturally distance themselves from him; the two didn't have much interaction to begin with. It was just that Bonya couldn't understand why girls like the Snow Wolf Squad were actually the majority on the supernatural side.

In fact, Cocolia is probably that kind of person too. While the extraordinary side is conservative, it is also open-minded. It is conservative in that it has extremely high standards and its criteria for choosing a partner are very difficult. But it is also open-minded in that it is capable of doing anything as long as it likes someone from the bottom of its heart.

"Never mind..." Bangya didn't dare to think about it anymore and could only force a smile. "At least from what I see, Miss Shigure Kira and the others seem to be very content."

Brunhilde wanted to ask what kind of satisfaction it was, but she felt it would be too impolite.

"In short, let time solve the problem." Brunhilde ended the debate and looked at Bonya. "Miss Bonya, what brings you here to me? It can't be that you're just angry and want to lecture me, can it?"

Bonya looked at her fingers, quite embarrassed.

“I…I heard from Coco that you are a man of the Kaslana bloodline, and that your lover, Miss Cecilia, is Saintess Shaniat.”

“Not a lover, but a sweetheart,” Brunhilde said.

“That’s right, you all have very strong extraordinary genetic bloodlines… so I was thinking, could I… let my daughter also become a Valkyrie?” Bonya looked at him expectantly.

Brunhilde looked at Bonya, her expression gradually becoming serious: "Miss Bonya, please think carefully. The Valkyrie bloodline doesn't mean that your union with me will guarantee a child who will become a Valkyrie. Firstly, I myself am not a Valkyrie; secondly, the probability of inheriting my genes is almost zero; and thirdly, the Kaslana gene isn't necessarily a good thing. Perhaps you could find…"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood, Bubu! I meant my daughter! I... the daughter in my belly!" Seeing that he had misunderstood, Bangya blushed with embarrassment. "It's... it's my current child!"

Brunhilde was momentarily embarrassed. Had he become so narcissistic without realizing it? But he quickly changed the subject, trying to remain serious: "Your child is already a fully developed embryo, four months along, right? At four months, gene formation is almost complete. We can't do much more. We can't directly transfer superhuman bloodlines to the fetus; that's too dangerous. There are very few people in human history who have undergone gene modification. So, although I really want to fulfill your wish, I'm powerless to do so."

"Please, Bubu, can you think of a way? I... I'll do anything!" Bangya's eyes were misty with tears as she gently grabbed his clothes.

"Miss Bonya, this is not something that can be accomplished simply by trying; your child is already fully developed..."

Wait a minute, I'm willing to do anything.

Brunhilde hated herself for suddenly glancing at the iron-gray fleece-lined stockings on the slender thighs of the gray-haired, Roman-curled housewife.

Bonya noticed the gaze too. She bit her lip, gently took Brunhilde's hand, placed it on her thigh, and continued to look at him pleadingly.

"Please, Bubu, I don't want my child to be like me, such a weak and helpless woman."

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Chapter Seventy-Six: Sister Bangya! Sister Bangya!

Brunhilde's fingers pressed against the thigh of the beautiful woman with long, silver-gray Roman curls. Siberia was cold, and the thick stockings worn by the locals were made of velvet. The fine fleece was soft and comfortable to the touch, and pressing down on them brought with it the unique warmth and softness of the woman's delicate body.

Valkyries typically have excellent figures, free of any excess fat, and are all supermodel-level. Therefore, Bonya's rather elastic thighs actually have a unique charm. The very fine velvet texture brushed against Brunhilde's palm, making him sigh with pleasure.

The sight of the beautiful wife's soft, helpless body beneath her suit coat made the already unrestrained young man, who had developed a taste for pleasure, slam on the brakes! He was afraid that if he continued driving, there would be a car accident!

Don't let the driver touch the passenger side while driving!

Brunhilde pulled the handbrake, removed the key, and turned to look at the Siberian wife. Bonya silently unbuttoned the first button of her shirt. Brunhilde panicked, quickly covering her up, then, seeing Bonya's somewhat bewildered expression, simply sighed again.

"Sister Bonya."

It seemed to be the first time she had been addressed like that, and Bangya was somewhat surprised. This form of address briefly shortened the distance between the two, and Bangya seemed to suddenly realize that the boy in front of her was actually just a child who had just turned eighteen, and that what she had just done was to seduce a... perhaps not so mature child.

She remained silent for a while.

Brunhilde looked at her.

"Sister Bangya, Sister Bangya, what am I to you that makes you disrespect me like this?" He looked coldly at Bangya. "Let me be frank, you've never treated me as someone you could get along with. You think I'm a despicable person who only cares about lust."

“I didn’t,” Bonya said hastily.

“You come to me asking for my help, and all you bring up is your body, as if we’re doing a transaction. But I don’t need a transaction. We may not be friends, but even between strangers, this kind of blatant transaction seems too mercenary.” Brunhilde stared at her. “You’re asking for help for your daughter, that’s a good thing. But you have no respect for me, or for yourself. You say you don’t like women who are at the mercy of others, but you want me to do the same to you.”

Bonya finally understood Brunhilde's anger, and she immediately regretted it.

As mentioned, she subconsciously assumed the boy was a playboy, a seasoned womanizer who wouldn't let any unwanted woman slip through her fingers. But she overlooked this prejudiced and disrespectful attitude.

"I just...thought..." Bonya pressed her legs together fearfully, looking troubled, and whispered, "Coco said that since you're a boy, then the truth behind the rumors about Siegfried, the libertine all the time, is probably you. And from what I've seen, Bubu, you really are very...romantic. You can't even count the girls around you on one hand. We really think you..."

Brunhilde held her forehead.

“It’s not exactly prejudice, it’s just… this isn’t a transaction, it’s not out of affection.” Brunhilde shook her head. “Sister Bonya, don’t get any more ideas. I might like you. But what I like is you who is willing to give me everything, not someone who makes a deal with me out of resentment for some purpose.”

"I am not filled with resentment..."

“What I want is a willing heart full of love.” Brunhilde patted her head and smiled. “So, Sister Bonya, you don’t need to worry that I’ll be watching you or making a move on you. Sure, Bonya, you’re very charming, but if I want to experience a wife like you… well, Sister Leah is fine too.”

“But your sister Lia won’t become a widow,” Bonya said instinctively.

Brunhilde froze, and only then did Bonya belatedly realize what she had said, and she slapped her head hard.

"Sorry, sometimes I speak faster than I think."

Just then, someone tapped on the car door, and Brunhilde realized that she had actually arrived at the monastery gate. Cocolia was knocking on the car window.

He and Bonya got out of the car and walked into the monastery. There were already thirty or forty refugees living in the monastery, but the rooms at the back of the second floor were still reserved for Cocolia and the others. The group went into the room. The largest room was originally the abbot's office, but now it was used as Cocolia's office and also as the bedroom for Cocolia and Bonya.

Cocolia sat behind the table, while Bonya and Brunhilde, finding no place to sit, sat directly on the bed. The previous conversation continued, and Cocolia, clearly aware of Bonya's predicament, said, "Bonya keeps saying she wants her daughter to become a Valkyrie; she really longs for it… but let me tell you, you can't ask for these things. Aside from those from aristocratic families, most Valkyries awaken naturally; it's one in ten thousand. Even after working on the transcendent side for so long, I don't have any Honkai energy, do I?"

Bonya awkwardly held her own hand: "But if there is another war, fire, or all sorts of disasters... at least, my daughter won't end up like me, just a useless person... praying that she won't die."

Brunhilde and Cocolia were both speechless.

Cocolia could only shrug and sigh, "Seeing Bonya's helpless state makes me feel like I'm going to become depressed."

Just when Bonya was about to give up, Brunhilde spoke up again.

“Sister Bonya,” Brunhilde called out to the silver-haired woman who was about to turn away, leaving them space to talk, “Actually, there might be a chance. Although your daughter is almost fully developed and it’s unlikely that she can continue genetic modification, if hard modification is not possible, soft modification might be. I said it wouldn’t work before because it’s very difficult to pass on the power of genes and bloodlines, but actually, the child is only four months old… If the mother’s body can be modified, the child might inherit some talent.”

"Transforming the mother body means..."

"We'll talk about that later," Brunhilde thought hesitantly.

He was reminded of the crimson stigmata that always appeared on girls like Cecilia, Theresa, and Shigure Kira, because of him. What this stigmata meant, what it represented, was hard to say.

In a broader sense, however, almost all Stigmata holders are Valkyries, or at least possess the talent for Honkai energy.

If Bonya is a Stigmata holder, the probability of her daughter awakening as a Valkyrie might increase.

It's uncertain, but Brunhilde felt there was a slight probability... However, he didn't know whether the scale-shaped crimson stigma was related to him or how he created it.

“Yes, I believe in Bubu. Although we haven’t known each other for long, Bubu is a good girl.” Bangya nodded quickly. “I will try to win Bubu over with my sincerity. If you have any way, please use it on me. As long as it’s for my daughter, I’m not afraid of any danger!”

There was actually no danger. Even if Bonya did that, at most she might have the chance to step into the transcendent realm. However, Brunhilde didn't know how to tell her. After all, she had just been passionately saying she didn't need a physical transaction, and what happened next… Brunhilde knew the only way was… that kind of contact.

“Good kids and stuff…” Brunhilde smiled helplessly. “Sister Bonya, you’re definitely a good kid, but we, even Miss Cocolia and I, can’t really be considered good kids.”

Cocolia chuckled and rolled her eyes at him. "It seems Mr. Brunhilde has a prejudice against me."

Brunhilde shrugged, indicating that she wasn't. "But aside from commoners like Sister Bonya, who among us who comes into contact with the supernatural can be considered completely clean in terms of secular morality?"

In short, since things had come to this point, Brunhilde could only say, "Alright, I'll find a way to solve Bonya's problem."

But since this issue needs to be resolved, Bangya's fate must also be determined.

He had already taken Bonya's small hand in his. The gray-haired woman was surprised for a moment and hesitated, but when she saw Brunhilde's gaze become firm for some reason, she couldn't muster the strength to break free.

She vaguely sensed that from this moment on, the boy seemed to have developed some...openly possessive desire for her.

She whispered, "Thank you so much, Bubu. Although Bubu might not like to hear this, I still have to say it... To repay you, or to cooperate with you, I will do anything, and I will never feel wronged. I will be happy and joyful to do it!"

“Really? Then marry me.” Brunhilde tilted her head to look at her.

Bonya's face flushed red instantly: "This... I'm afraid that won't work. I have to remain a widow for my husband for at least a year... Well, I can only wait until Bronya gives birth... No, no, that's not what I meant. I mean... Ugh..."

As expected of a mature and beautiful wife, her adorable response is truly captivating. However, this young widow is rather naive; despite being a mother, she's easily flustered by a single sentence. Yet, this charming blend of girlishness and womanhood is precisely what makes Bonya so alluring.

Just as Brunhilde was thinking this, the silver-haired woman pulled her collar to cover her flushed half-face and whispered, "Although it's absolutely impossible to get married within a year, if Bubu wants to... then... then Bonya... Bonya... Bonya-neechan is fine with it too..."

She repeated her name three times before finally managing to say the sentence, suppressing her shame.

Oh oh oh!

Cocolia mentally gave a thumbs up! That's right, Bonya! This is your charm! This is the charm that captivated all the boys in the military region!

Capturing Brunhilde, that little aquaman, is a piece of cake, isn't it?

Cocolia glanced at Brunhilde and noticed that the little boy, who had remained expressionless the whole time, had finally changed his posture, crossing his legs rather undignifiedly and biting his lower lip, as if trying his best to hide something.

However, while he could avoid being discovered by the innocent and naive Bonya, Cocolia, sitting directly opposite him, could see everything clearly. Cocolia swallowed hard and subconsciously brought her legs together.

—This child is a seven-headed cucumber…Bonya is such a lucky girl.

After chatting for a while, we got down to business.

Bonya came to Brunhilde not only to discuss her daughter's situation, but also to discuss destiny and the frequent wars in Siberia this year.

The question is simple: if Destiny is the mastermind behind the war among the Siberian states, then what about the factions Destiny supports?

"The fact that you asked such a question shows that you still harbor some illusions about Otto's methods," Cocolia said with a sneer, pulling out a stack of documents. "You actually think Schicksal would support a particular faction?"

Brunhilde didn't understand the meaning of those words. He took the documents, and in the center of the folder was a shield with a red star. He paused, stunned. Brunhilde knew what that symbol meant; it meant the documents came from the KGB and were state secrets.

“Although the KGB doesn’t know what Mandate has done, they have investigated these warlords. Mandate doesn’t just support one warlord; he supports every single one of them. He only needs living people as test subjects,” Cocolia said coldly. “Mandate doesn’t need to control any region; he only needs to create chaos in that region, the more chaotic the better, the more lawless the better. Any warlord leader who tries to stop the chaos, who has even a shred of moral principle, will be secretly assassinated by Mandate. And then, what’s left are warlords like these.”

She expertly turned to a page in the document and pointed it out to Brunhilde.

"This is what fate has made these warlords do."