Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

She's a half-baked idealist. She might not be very outstanding, and in the eyes of other branches, she's someone who acts recklessly because of connections. But to everyone at St. Freya Academy, she's the best headmistress.

That is why few people would give up such an opportunity, to the point that in terms of etiquette and temperament, many of them are no less than true nobles.

Using this skill to disguise one's identity and carry out a successful assassination is also a good option.

Incidentally, the teacher for this course is also Nishikujo Sara. In every sense, this woman is terrifying. The number of teachers at St. Freya Academy can be counted on one hand, and she alone is responsible for one-third of the subjects in the academy, making her quite versatile.

Her course videos are recorded on the equipment provided by the academy, and their number of likes is second only to Theresa's concert likes.

In St. Freya Academy, where the headmaster is considered the best in the world, this is already a kind of limit.

From this perspective, Theresa's throne is very secure; she enjoys popular support and is unlikely to be betrayed.

Although Himeko Murata is also a teacher, she spends a large part of her time helping the headmaster with his work, so the subjects she is responsible for are relatively limited, which makes her quite busy.

The girls' casual glances as they chatted made Kiana, who was standing by the bar, feel uneasy.

The girl was wearing St. Freya's school uniform with a brown apron printed with bear paws over it; her outfit was unremarkable.

Even though she felt a little awkward because of those gazes, when that beautiful face adopted a cold expression, she unconsciously gained a bit more presence.

Kiana inwardly complained about the current situation with a touch of helplessness.

Why are they all looking at Su Qing'an?

This situation is just like the otaku who come to a maid cafe, each one with ulterior motives.

How could a shut-in come to a maid cafe to seriously drink coffee? They might as well go to Starbucks, which is cheaper and more affordable.

All they cared about was the potential absolute territory and the beautiful smiles of the maids.

Kiana glanced speechlessly at Su Qing'an behind the bar.

Also, why is this person so calm...?

The boy seemed oblivious to the gazes coming from all directions, focusing intently on grinding coffee beans. His hands held the pestle steadily and quietly, crushing a few coffee beans bit by bit into the mortar.

Unlike the convenience of grinding with a machine, this method requires a lot of patience.

Su Qing'an has always chosen this method.

It wasn't because he thought it would produce a much better quality than machine grinding; it was simply because he liked doing it this way.

The hand-cranked coffee grinder that Himeko gave him was almost covered in dust. He had never used the machine, and in this coffee shop, it seemed to be just an insignificant decoration.

Kiana eventually gave up thinking about it; after all, this wasn't the first or second time this had happened.

If Su Qing'an doesn't care, then what does she care about?

No one was sitting in the nearby area, seemingly out of politeness among the students.

So Kiana sat down on the bench in front of the bar without any problem, her little leather shoes resting on the surface of the bar, and stretched lazily with a carefree air.

During this time, a section of her snow-white waist was revealed, which forcefully drew the gaze that was drifting towards Su Qing'an.

Kiana's keen intuition made her instinctively cover up the exposed waistline behind her.

Ah, the people at this school are really dangerous.

The girl suppressed her urge to complain and struck up a conversation with the boy who was grinding coffee beans:

"Su Qing'an, do you know that a very dangerous woman has recently come to the academy?"

Su Qing'an didn't look up. He had been really free lately, and neither Fu Hua, Himeko, nor anyone else allowed him to do any training in the short term.

From a doctor's perspective, Nishikujo Sara even advised him to behave himself for a few weeks.

The consequences of reckless behavior can be seen in the severity of interpersonal relationships, as well as in physical health.

The battle in the Stigmata Space seemed to have intensified the erosion of the artificial Stigmata. Although Nishikujo Sara did not mention it to him, he could understand the answer with his sword heart.

Perhaps, I shouldn't use artificial stigmata for a long time to come.

However, things are beyond our control, and the three times he used his power were all out of necessity.

Even at St. Freya Academy, which is theoretically safe, he still had a brush with death.

He replied:

"Danger?"

In what sense?

Kiana, resting her head on her hand, replied helplessly:

"It's dangerous in every sense of the word."

"Whether it's her combat prowess as a Valkyrie, her negotiation skills and psychological manipulation as a human, or her elusive techniques... in short, she's very dangerous."

Su Qing'an stopped grinding coffee beans abruptly. He looked at the girl, whose expression revealed a hint of displeasure, which he found somewhat amusing.

Su Qing'an couldn't help but ask:

Did you suffer a loss because of her?

Kiana pouted and muttered:

"I didn't lose at all, I was just a little careless."

Did they lose during a simulated battle or drill?

Having seen the answer at a glance, Su Qing'an frowned and asked:

"Kiana, what are the distinguishing features of the person you're talking about?"

Upon hearing this, the girl thought for a moment and then said seriously:

"Judging from her outfit alone, she was wearing a very provocative maid outfit. Her height is roughly estimated to be between 167 and 170 cm, her weight to be between 100 and 110 kg, and her measurements to be 92, 61, and 92."

"All things considered, she has an excellent figure. She is probably a few years older than me, and her appearance is that of a standard beauty. Her hair is gray-blonde, and her eyes are burgundy. In short, she can be very eye-catching if she wants to."

Are you a detective from somewhere?

Su Qing'an began to suspect that Kiana might also have many strange skills that he was unaware of but had not yet revealed.

He couldn't understand why someone could know almost everything about a person's measurements and weight on the first meeting.

Kiana's confident demeanor was particularly convincing, which made people even more curious about what she actually did during the battle.

Seemingly noticing the change in the boy's eyes, Kiana stopped talking and quickly explained:

"Ahem, Su Qing'an, don't misunderstand. This is necessary data collection before the battle."

Su Qing'an said quietly:

"Including measurements?"

Kiana remained strangely silent for a moment, then answered in almost the same tone:

"My dad taught me all of this. He taught me how to collect combat data and all that. Back then, he even patted me on the shoulder with a big laugh and said I was very talented."

"In short, I can no longer forget this skill."

Su Qing'an asked:

"Like instinct?"

Kiana nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"Like instinct."

In every sense, it is both incredibly powerful and abnormal.

The young man spoke his mind frankly:

"If Mei finds out, will she say you're a pervert?"

"So, you already know Mei's measurements perfectly, don't you?"

Kiana instinctively rattled off a string of numbers without thinking:

"89, 62, 90."

After realizing what she had said, the girl slammed her head on the bar counter with a heavy thud that made Su Qing'an want to facepalm in exasperation.

She clasped her hands together and pleaded:

"Please! You absolutely mustn't tell Mei about this!"

"If Mei finds out, I'll be socially dead."

The boy sighed helplessly and said:

"Don't worry, you know my personality. I won't tell Mei on purpose, as long as you don't let it slip like you did today."

Kiana breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Her little leather shoes swayed lightly in the air, occasionally tapping against the counter, as if to release her previous tension.

She said in a complaining tone:

"I knew you wouldn't tell, Su Qing'an, but I still couldn't help but panic for a moment."

"However, Kiana, I can't say I'm not wrong, but I don't know what will happen to the person sitting behind you."

Su Qing'an watched Kiana's expression gradually stiffen after hearing those words, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Immediately, he looked at the coffee table closest to the two of them.

A maid who perfectly embodied all the elements Kiana had described was giving the two of them a polite and friendly smile.

Rita Roseweather.

This woman, who was both completely unfamiliar and somewhat familiar to Su Qing'an, was now vividly present before him.

Amidst the starkly contrasting gazes of the two, the maid whispered:

"Greetings, my name is Rita Losweiser."

"I will be visiting your school for a while, and I look forward to your guidance."

Rita gave a slight bow, then her wine-red eyes filled with laughter. Her gaze lingered on the girl's stiff, adorable face as she said:

"Don't worry, Miss Kiana. Being talkative is not a lady's thing, but I didn't expect Miss Kiana to know so much about Rita. I'm truly flattered."

Kiana watched as the maid let out a small groan, ignoring the veiled insults in her words, and instead gritted her teeth and said:

"Even though you can't say it's good, and it was wrong of me to give you your physical data, how can you appear and disappear so mysteriously?!"

The maid smiled and said: