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

“You can’t say that. After all, many Valkyries still get married.” Cecilia covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes crinkling, as she watched the boy’s rapidly changing expression. “It’s just a tendency, the transcendental side… well, in your young people’s terms, it’s a yuri tendency, even stronger than a heterosexual tendency. Rather than marrying an ordinary person, some people think it’s better to settle down within the family, since everyone here is a beautiful and outstanding girl.”

What a clever internal solution!

This is no longer just a problem for the Kaslana family! If you continue to deal with this internally, the Valkyries will become extinct!

“Then think about it, a cute, outstanding, extraordinary boy.” Cecilia looked at him teasingly, “publicly recognized as male in front of the whole world, and with a clean background—after all, he’s from the Shaniat family—what would the young girls on the extraordinary side think?”

Chapter 176 I Don't Want to Be a Furnace!

The young woman with snow-white hair smiled and gently stroked the boy's long black hair, while the latter remained silent, deeply troubled.

It's surprising that it's this kind of crisis.

This kind of crisis... I don't know whether to call it happiness or terror.

If this premise were in the hands of a Japanese author, it would definitely become a masterpiece-level harem light novel, or even more exaggeratedly, it would become a mindless 18+ doujinshi in the style of "I was transported to another world where there are only women and then I was chosen by the Elf Queen and I'm going to steal all the hero's family."

But he really doesn't have that ability!

"Luckily Kiana acted quickly, otherwise Little Pandora would have been lured away by some other vixen." Cecilia shrugged. "Of course, the Valkyries aren't a bunch of infatuated women, there are other reasons."

"There's more?" Shen Liang felt that this setting was already outrageous enough.

“There are precedents for male superhumans. Children like you have always been excellent vessels for cultivation. Cultivation in China emphasizes ‘wealth, companion, method, and place.’ Female warriors are never short of money, and the importance of their partners can even be said to be the most important.”

Shen Liang remembered that Cheng Ling Shuang had once said without thinking, "You are a natural furnace that countless people covet."

“The path of the extraordinary is very arduous, and a partner is very important. This partner does not necessarily have to be a romantic lover, but rather someone who helps each other and builds an unbreakable friendship.” Cecilia patiently explained, “In the past, Valkyries were used to forming sects or clans, but now Valkyries are usually formed by several people into a Valkyrie team. They are sisters who live and die together, or best friends? They are also partners.”

"Is this important?"

"Only with a partner with whom you can entrust your body and soul can you improve together. For example, the strongest team in Schicksal right now, the Undying Blade squad, has two S-rank members who spar and discuss things together, which is why they can keep improving. What can one person achieve by practicing alone in seclusion? That's the role of a partner. And if this friendship is elevated to love... Don't look at me like that. Do you look down on yuri? Through physical and mental communication and the mutual contact of Honkai energy, progress will be even faster."

"Alright, Sister Leah, you don't need to say the rest, I already guessed it." The boy grabbed his long hair, on the verge of tears. "And if even physical and emotional communication between women can progress, then communication between men and women is even more thorough, so the progress is even greater, right?"

“Bingo!” Cecilia smiled slightly. “Little Pandora, you were born in a good era. The current Schicksal civilization is much more advanced. In the Middle Ages, when Schicksal was still called the Church, boys with Honkai energy would be taken to monasteries from a young age to become nourishment for the nuns of the Church. Most of the children did not even live to be sixteen.”

"So I should be glad, right?"

“Furthermore, you can use the Divine Key,” Cecilia said casually. “The Divine Key is often the ultimate manifestation of some kind of extraordinary power. The Black Abyss White Flower, which can heal diseases and injuries, will definitely be needed by many people in the future, so there will be many people eyeing you. But don’t worry about that. Those who need you will naturally come to you. Whether they eye you or not doesn’t matter.”

Shen Liang summarized it into three points: first, some people lust after his body; second, some people lust after his body; and third, some people lust after his Black Abyss White Flower.

In any case, whether you want to pursue him or use him as a vessel, it can all be categorized as lusting after his body.

The image of Torachiyo's barely suppressed laughter echoed in his mind: "It's okay, boss, you're a player! You're a scumbag! You can flaunt a thousand women without ever getting attached!"

But I'm human! I'll die!

But since the topic of Black Abyss White Flower came up, Shen Liang picked up the lance placed on the table in front of him. This divine key had a pure white lance spear and a jet-black hilt, which could be drawn to reveal a sharp sword.

In other words, the spear is white, and the sword is black.

Shen Liang was already aware of the weapon's power. Even the S-rank Valkyrie Rita, who couldn't break through its defenses, had suppressed this Judgment-class Honkai Beast for millennia. In the end, it was only through the Black Abyss's decomposition ability that it was finally defeated.

Based on the brief research conducted by the Shaniat family, all living matter touched by the Black Abyss would be decomposed, making it a rather terrifying biochemical weapon.

But in reality, most people, including Shen Liang, were more concerned about Bai Hua's abilities.

Black Abyss and White Flower: one brings death, the other life. The White Flower's extraordinary healing power is clearly more effective in civilized society; after all, destruction is easy, but recovery is difficult. A high-yield nuclear bomb is definitely more powerful than Black Abyss, but even doctors worldwide cannot perform the White Flower's miraculous resurrection.

After obtaining the Black Abyss White Flower, there is actually a patient here who can perform the ritual.

“Sister Leah, how about you…”

“This won’t work.” Cecilia pressed his hand down, smiled slightly, and gestured for him to put down the Black Abyss White Flower.

Shen Liang was taken aback, then understood.

Yes, we can't use the Black Abyss White Flower to treat Cecilia here. There are too many people and too many eyes here. If the Black Abyss White Flower can cure Cecilia, or if it can't, it will be very bad news for the Shaniat family.

“Moreover, I don’t need Little Pandora; I can drive it myself.” Cecilia gripped the handle of the Black Abyss White Flower lance, which trembled slightly, as if a divine artifact had recognized its master. Although it could be used by Shen Liang, it shimmered with light in her hands.

“The blood of the Saniat allows me to control all Honkai energy, and the Saintess can command all Divine Keys. This can be considered a talent of our Saniat family.” Cecilia smiled. “Not to brag, but I’m quite comfortable using your Divine Key.”

Shen Liang almost said he would give it to her, but he held back. If possible, he would like to keep the Divine Key for a few more days. He remembered that Seele had a strange obsession with this Divine Key.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a saintess, I won't steal your treasure." Cecilia leaned close to his face and whispered, "But I still need to borrow your Divine Key to try it out. When we get back to Germany, I'll ask you, little doctor, to help me out."

"It's my duty." Shen Liang nodded, then suddenly realized something and looked up sharply, "Back to Germany?"

Cecilia made no attempt to explain. She smiled and placed Shen Liang aside, then picked up a glass of low-alcohol beverage and left.

"Oh right, the Schariacs are in Germany." Shen Liang realized belatedly, "Damn, we might as well have gone to China."

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Meanwhile, Durandal leaned against the railing on the second floor of the banquet hall, holding a glass of the same low-alcohol sparkling wine as Cecilia, dressed in the women's military uniform of Destiny. She wore a high-brimmed military cap, and her dashing black coat was adorned with golden tassels, the hem of which extended past her hips, revealing a section of her slender thigh encased in exquisite stockings where it connected to her tall, slim military boots. Her dazzling golden hair cascaded down to the top of her thighs, making her incredibly dashing.

"Why aren't you wearing an evening gown?" Rita appeared quietly behind her.

“You know, I never bring those useless clothes when I travel.”

“The Shaniat family brought many dresses, so you don’t need to prepare anything,” Rita persisted. “With Lady Durandal’s stunning beauty, she is definitely not inferior to those beauties from the Shaniat family.”

Durandal snorted coldly, "Those Valkyries are dressed so beautifully, showing off their chests and backs, Rita, don't tell me you don't know why?"

Chapter 177 Durandal and Cecilia

"They're all lovely and straightforward sisters who don't hide their needs at all~" Rita smiled sincerely as she looked at the Valkyries from all over the world on the dance floor.

They all came out of curiosity about Shen Liang, dressed up beautifully, in evening gowns that were either deep V-necks or had very low backs, and even fantasized about taking the boy home and kissing and hugging him every day.

But they're already completely drunk. Women, when there are enough of them, tend to go crazy together, drink excessively, and even party. And since there are no men around, they don't need to care about their image.

"So Rita, you are too?" Durandal glanced at her sideways.

“I’ve felt that Lady Durandal has been acting strangely ever since noon, hmm…” Rita glanced at Durandal as well, “Now I think I’ve figured out what the problem is. Is Lady Durandal afraid that Pandora will take me away?”

"Nonsense!" Durandal awkwardly turned her head away. "Why would I be afraid of that?"

"But Mr. Pandora is very much in line with Rita's aesthetic sense. To be honest, Rita especially likes young, beautiful and cute children, such as Principal Theresa..."

"Hey, are you serious? That kid might still be a child, he can't handle someone as big as you." Durandal quickly came over and grabbed the maid's shoulder. "At least a few more years, don't worry about getting old. We're Valkyries, even if we're in our forties or fifties, we can still look young. If that kid doesn't like you, I'll let him taste the power of my fists!"

"Look, you're getting anxious."

"I'm really going to beat you up!"

As the two laughed and joked, the red curtain of the dance floor was drawn back, and a small band began to play enthusiastically, raising the atmosphere of the banquet hall to an even higher climax. Durandal looked down and saw Kiana, dressed in a white gown, pull up Shen Liang, who was silently drinking on the sofa, and start dancing the tango triumphantly in the middle of the dance floor.

It was clear the boy couldn't dance; his movements were a bit clumsy, but his exceptional physical abilities allowed him to quickly keep up with Kiana's lively rhythm. When the music reached a certain point, they switched partners, and a beautiful South American Valkyrie with tanned skin successfully took Shen Liang's hand, letting out joyful and lighthearted laughter.

Durandal looked at the joyful crowd, her eyes flickering slightly, lost in thought. Then she turned her head and saw Cecilia, dressed in a pure white nun's gown with gold trim, had quietly crept up behind her, bending over with a smile, as if preparing to scare her.

Then Cecilia showed a frustrated expression, as if her prank had been discovered.

“Your Holiness.” Durandal’s expression was somewhat strange.

"Why don't you go down and play with everyone?" Cecilia blinked. "Could it be that because you're an S-rank Valkyrie, you disdain dancing with everyone?"

"I can't dance," Durandal confessed.

"That's no excuse. With your talent, you could learn to dance in just one minute."

“Learning this kind of thing is meaningless. I’m not used to wasting my will on trivial things.” Durandal always spoke directly, even bluntly. “I am the spear of destiny, the one who will succeed you as the next ace of destiny. I cannot slack off.”

Cecilia rubbed her forehead in frustration. "But I'm not dead yet..."

Durandal's delicate eyebrows twitched. She simply couldn't respond to these words. She could only say, "In fact, I've always felt that the Schariac family's upbringing was too lenient. Kiana and Sirin are very talented, but I was already an S-class Valkyrie when I was their age."

“But I was also trained by the Shaniat family. I was more capable than you at your age,” Cecilia said defiantly.

Durandal let out a long breath. The Saintess is good in every way—gentle, beautiful, and approachable—but her way of thinking, well… she's a bit quirky.

After all, she's the mother who raised Kiana and Sirin.

“I am a warrior, and it’s normal for me to disapprove of the Shaniat family’s lifestyle. Everyone has their own way of life, and you don’t need to take it to heart,” Durandal said. “Your Holiness, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

“Training like a warrior, that’s really the Kaslana family style.”

Durandal, who was about to go downstairs, changed her expression. She straightened up and said coldly, "Holy Maiden, let's not talk about the past."

“You keep calling me ‘Saintess,’ keep calling me ‘Saintess,’” Cecilia said softly, looking at Durandal with a soft expression that was hard to tell if it was pleading or pity. “Rita is all around us now, there’s no one else, you…”

"What do you want me to call you? Mother?" Durandal said softly. "Things have changed, Your Grace. My name is Bianca, not Kiana. You gave that name to your new daughter. Your daughter is dead, our family is broken, and the world no longer has Siegfried, Cecilia, and Kiana living in the attic. Only the Saintess of the Shaniat family and her two heirs remain."

"Are you still angry that Siegfried and I didn't rescue you from the Apocalypse family?" Cecilia asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t hate anyone, really, I don’t hate you, and I especially don’t hate my father who bravely died to protect you in Siberia.” The blonde girl said softly, “But everything is irreversible. Sixteen years have passed. I have a new life now. I no longer cherish the name Kiana, along with everything from my past.”

She shook her head. "Your two sisters believe they are your biological daughters. You have the same white hair, the same beauty. You should shower them with all your love. My existence will only bring conflict to the Shaniat family. So go, Your Holiness, go. Don't try to question my heart. Our hearts have been lost for a long time."

Cecilia met her gaze, and the white-haired woman's eyes gradually dimmed. She had many questions to ask and many things to explain.

But she was powerless. People's values ​​are shaped by time and environment. A sixteen-year gap is enough to make all doubts unbreakable and all explanations pale.

What to say?

I love you?

I've always thought of you as my daughter?

I just... thought you were dead?