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

"Hello customer 3012, our hotel is a pilot institution for the postgraduate entrance examination, which is connected with Moscow State University. Your transcript has arrived, please come out and pick it up. Congratulations on obtaining your postgraduate status at Moscow State University!"

Brunhilde calmly turned the lock. He was eighteen years old, the age when most people would just be getting into university, but he had already earned a master's degree from Moscow State University.

Yes, he is still considered a student. After graduating from the Philosophy Department of Bergen University, he followed the expected path and entered Moscow State University for postgraduate studies, only now graduating after passing all examinations. At his pace of study, obtaining a degree in two years is extremely slow, but these two years are different from the past. For the first sixteen years, he almost never considered his personal relationships, but in these two years, he has had to face an unexpected harem.

Women can affect a person's reading speed, and even Brunhilde was no exception.

Thinking about all this, Brunhilde didn't notice the waiter's deliberately affected tone in his voice. He opened the door and saw Cecilia, dressed in a high school girl outfit, flashing a peace sign and standing on tiptoe with a bright smile, saying, "Good morning, dear junior! I've come to deliver your graduation certificate!"

The white-furred, red-eyed ragdoll cat, only wrapped in a towel around its lower body, froze for 1.165 seconds. Just as Cecilia habitually looked over his shoulder into the room, he suddenly pushed Cecilia away, rushed out of the room, and slammed the suite door shut! He then leaned against the door, facing the inscrutable Saintess.

"Sister Leah, you, you, you..." Brunhilde's delicate face turned bright red with nervousness, and after a long while, she managed to stammer, "Why did you come dressed like that?"

"This outfit?" Cecilia twirled around, holding the hem of her pleated skirt, and said with a smile, "This is a school uniform I found in my high school inventory. It's so youthful, isn't it? You don't think it's inappropriate for someone in their twenties to wear high school girls' clothes, do you? I haven't gained much weight at all!"

Brunhilde glanced at her attire casually, but what was originally casual became impossible to look away from.

It would be a lie to say she hadn't gained weight; Cecilia in high school certainly wasn't as tall or as beautiful as she is now. While the school uniform didn't make her look like she was trying to appear younger—after all, Cecilia's looks were so good that people would believe she was sixteen—the Cecilia of today is a mature and alluring woman. Compared to her innocent and delicate face, the saintess's figure is now full of plumpness and maturity.

Beneath her delicate collarbones, the sailor uniform tightly bound her full, heavy, melon-like curves, while her long, slender legs, encased in pure white over-the-knee stockings, accentuated her tall, shapely figure. Compared to her teenage years, Cecilia was now stunningly beautiful with amazing proportions. Her combat uniform was definitely a size larger than her school uniform, and this JK (high school girl) outfit, this sexy transformation of a young married woman into a little girl, made Brunhilde, who was already very familiar with Cecilia, unconsciously swallow hard.

This noble, elegant, charming, pure, and proudly beautiful young woman, the Holy Maiden of Destiny, has held the title of "Most Beautiful Woman of Destiny" since her debut, and remains a favored daughter of heaven. She is also the only one to whom Brunhilde, even after obtaining Cecilia, felt apprehensive, fearing that she was merely having a dream, and that when she woke up, Cecilia would no longer belong to her.

"I love you," Brunhilde murmured unconsciously.

The only reason the little Ragdoll cat had to repeat his love countless times was because the other person was Cecilia, his inseparable lover whose fate was intertwined with his.

“How come all of a sudden…” Cecilia lowered her head, a little embarrassed, but quickly recovered and couldn’t help but grin mischievously. “Bubu has fallen for me again. No matter how much time passes, Bubu is still that little kid who can easily fall for me… I’m telling you, Bubu, it’s been two years, how come you seem to be stuck in the honeymoon phase forever?”

"I don't want to come out, not at all," the boy murmured, tiptoeing to kiss her, but then pulling back. Cecilia was all ready to accept, but seeing him like this, she tilted her head slightly. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

Brunhilde didn't dare look her in the eye and whispered, "You didn't brush your mouth when you got up...you're not clean."

"I don't care, as long as I'm happy with Bubu, that's all that matters. Come on, kiss me."

"I...I care." Brunhilde didn't want to think about last night, and a sense of guilt welled up in her heart, but she still whispered, "There's no rush."

"Bubu, your OCD is a disease, you need to get it treated." Cecilia grabbed his hand, pressed him against the door, and then leaned down to bite his lip, quite violently. Even though they were all grown up, Brunhilde was still several centimeters shorter than Cecilia, and his slippers were different from Cecilia's platform high-heeled shoes.

He couldn't show any weakness in front of Cecilia, otherwise, given the size difference between the two, it wouldn't be a young man bullying a married woman, but rather an older woman bullying a young girl.

Cecilia's kiss was fierce, yet still gentle. She only dared to be so aggressive towards Brunhilde because no one was in the hallway; she wouldn't have dared to be so direct if someone were around. Of course, she only said she was worried about being discovered; otherwise, if her relationship with Brunhilde were exposed, public opinion would be quite unpredictable.

After ending her humiliation of the white-haired, red-eyed ragdoll cat, Cecilia finally let go with a smile, then looked down at Brunhilde's towel and smiled mockingly.

Brunhilde rolled her eyes at her, pulled her towel tighter, and hid behind the door frame to avoid the camera.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to be outside wearing just a towel and with your upper body bare?" Cecilia asked.

Brunhilde snapped out of her reverie, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Uh, I thought she was just a waiter coming out to get her diploma."

Cecilia casually pulled out her graduation certificate and showed it to him, laughing, "I really wasn't lying to you. I just wanted to surprise you. Think about it, the first time we met, I also came to the hotel to catch you off guard!"

That's enough with the surprise attack!

Brunhilde mumbled, "Yes, yes, I remember now, right, right, right."

"You've been standing outside long enough, hurry up and go inside, or it won't be good if someone sees you like this." Cecilia stood in front of the door looking at him and laughed, "Bubu, you can't let other people see your body, everyone will think you're a girl, you should be more careful."

In desperation, Brunhilde frantically tried to come up with an excuse, but he knew that at this moment, any excuse would be useless and would arouse suspicion.

He could only give Claire some time inside.

"This...this is not allowed."

"Can't I go in?" Cecilia's smile faded, and she looked somewhat unhappy. "Why won't you let me in?"

"I……"

"You hid a girl in there?" Cecilia's tone was clearly angry. "Didn't you?"

"Uh……"

"You promised, Bubu, you never lied to me."

“Yes…” Brunhilde could only say in a low voice with a heavy heart, “I’m sorry, Sister Leah, there are people inside.”

Cecilia stared at him for a long time, and Brunhilde's guilty expression grew even heavier. Then Cecilia composed herself and looked at him suspiciously. "So what if I have it? Can't I go and see it? Brunhilde, there seems to be something wrong with you."

"what?"

"Let me think... I greeted Qiluo and the others this morning, but it wasn't Qiluo or the others. Theresa slept here, so it wasn't... Bubu, what are you hiding from me? It's not like I disagree." Cecilia rested her chin on her hand, looking at him curiously. "So it's some girl outside? Cocolia? Bonya? Qiluo said you two have been getting close lately... Bubu, have you started to like this type of girl? It's okay, meet me, I won't mind."

Brunhilde broke out in a cold sweat.

Yes, and that's not even an excuse! Most men are afraid of being caught by their girlfriends, but theoretically, there's no way he could be. Everyone knows he's a womanizer, so why would he hide it?

But this……

"Okay, Bubu, be good." Cecilia opened the door with the speed of a Valkyrie while he wasn't paying attention. "No matter what, we have to get to know each other. Bubu, you're still a child. Girls should be judged by their older sister, okay?"

Brunhilde could only hope that Claire wouldn't let Cecilia misunderstand; having given so much time, Claire should be able to avoid making a blunder.

Sure enough, even though Claire enjoyed teasing him so much, she still managed to be reasonable when it came to his life or death.

Brunhilde breathed a sigh of relief upon entering the room. It was spotless, and the bed was neatly made with the bedding folded. But what was most alarming was the young woman with white hair and red eyes, just like Brunhilde, who was sitting casually on the sofa, her long legs in shiny black stockings crossed, calmly flipping through a copy of Lawrence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover."

He was already very grateful if she didn't take the opportunity to do something that would disappoint Cecilia, but he never expected that Claire would intentionally keep it from him. Brunhilde's feelings were hard to describe. Claire... Two years had passed, and the resentment he originally felt towards this woman seemed to be gradually beginning to waver.

Claire's outfit was casually put together yet still extremely eye-catching: a pure white calfskin pencil skirt that hugged her sexy and tall figure, shiny pantyhose, and bare feet that dangled in the air. She even wore glasses and was engrossed in reading a book, looking like a female teacher.

Only Brunhilde knew that the outfit was indeed that of a female teacher, the hotel's... standard uniform. But those cheap, even easily torn clothes somehow looked quite classy on a top beauty like Claire.

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Chapter 82 An Encounter with the Future

"Hello, Auntie," Cecilia said politely.

"Auntie?" Claire raised an eyebrow, seemingly lost in thought.

Cecilia understood what Claire meant, of course. She and Siegfried had been married for so many years, and it would feel a bit awkward to call her "Auntie" now.

However, Cecilia always harbored a slight wariness towards Claire. The subtle, almost imperceptible malice emanating from Claire made it difficult for her to utter those two words of intimacy.

Even disregarding Siegfried, even considering their relationship with Brunhilde, it seems she could call Claire "Mother."

“Aunt Claire is too young, it’s really hard to say,” Cecilia offered an excuse. But Claire just looked at her teasingly, and after a long while nodded, “Yes, indeed, it’s good to call her that, at least this sense of unfamiliarity… makes me feel less guilty.”

guilt?

Miss Saint felt uneasy. Although she didn't understand Claire's meaning, she looked around at the room, which was clearly pink, and her eyes finally sharpened.

This room is clearly shared by two people; Brunhilde and Claire's clothes are hanging in the closet. This... this apartment seems to only have one bedroom, right?

"Has Aunt Claire been here these past few days?"

Brunhilde's alarm bells were ringing. This way of asking the question meant that Cecilia wasn't so easy to fool, and she already felt there were suspicious points.

Brunhilde tried her best to keep her expression unchanged while stealing glances at Cecilia. At that moment, Cecilia sniffed the air. As an S-rank Valkyrie, her super senses, when intentionally activated, allowed her to detect some strange smells.

The smell clearly lingered. Claire remade the bed, but the sheets and clothes from last night are probably still under the bed, right? Cecilia is naive, that's true, but she's a married woman who's tasted the sweetness of life; she's not a little girl anymore!

Claire smiled and closed the book, her legs, encased in black stockings, crossed as she stared at Cecilia: "Yes, I'm Bubu's mom. I'm accompanying him to his exams, and we've been staying at a hotel these past few days."

Cecilia didn't think there was anything wrong with it; booking only one room was normal, since the two people were family.

However, this is under normal circumstances.

As someone from the transcendent side, Cecilia naturally knew that the concepts of the transcendent side were different from those of ordinary people. Perhaps it was too traditional or too open-minded...? With a stunning beauty like Brunhilde, no matter who the other person was, Cecilia would always think of the worst-case scenario.

"You've been staying here for the past few days..."

"What's wrong, Cecilia? Is there a problem?"

Cecilia thought to herself, "Of course I have a question, but it's not a question I can easily ask."

What should we ask now? Should we ask Aunt Claire if it's inconvenient for her and Bubu to be living together these days? Or should we ask her directly if anything has happened?

That's incredibly aggressive! It's no wonder Claire was furious at such a question!

Cecilia wondered if she was being a little jealous for no reason. There was no reason for her to be jealous. Even if Claire and Brunhilde were not on good terms, nothing could possibly happen between them... Their relationship was quite bad, and Brunhilde even made it very obvious that she hated her as her mother.

"Why is there only one bedroom... huh?"

“Oh, we’ve been sleeping together these days,” Claire said with a smile, opening her arms wide.

"What?" Brunhilde looked at her coldly.

"Give me a hug, I've been sleeping in your arms these past few days." Claire waved her arms impatiently. "Hurry up, hurry up."

Cecilia's eyes widened.

“What are you talking about?” Brunhilde sneered. “I didn’t do anything like that!”

Claire retorted, "Don't you always snuggle into my arms when you go to sleep at night? You clearly said that you hadn't felt like you were back in your mother's arms for so long, like when you were a child, and that you could only sleep soundly in my arms!"

"You're lying! I never said that, Sister Leah, don't misunderstand! You clearly hugged me while I was asleep and then pressed down on me! You were so heavy!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Brunhilde knew she was in trouble; he had fallen for her trap!

Sure enough, Claire's lips curled up, her beautiful eyes innocent yet mischievous, full of triumphant pride.