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

Recalling the gentle scent of that woman's perfume and tobacco in the sea breeze, Raiden Mei sincerely hoped that she could get some rest.

Perhaps it is Nishikujo Sara, who has never fallen, who needs more care than the school principal.

But that school doctor was precisely the type of person who was most difficult to care for.

A hint of melancholy lingered in the girl's eyes. This was her nature—unconsciously caring about others. She was very attentive to even the slightest changes or negative states of those she knew well or was close to, and would offer just the right amount of comfort in various ways.

This personality trait would naturally feel warm to the person being cared for, but for Raiden Mei herself, continuing like this for a long time could easily lead to her losing herself.

But for now, none of that matters.

Raiden Mei remembered Himeko Murata, who had recovered, and a relieved smile appeared on her face:

"With Major Himeko around, the headmaster wouldn't have to work so hard. I suggest Major Himeko have a good talk with Ms. Sara next time."

"I also need to have a good talk with Kiana about studying today."

At this moment, Kiana was lying lazily on the sofa watching TV, completely unaware that a crisis in some sense was getting closer and closer to her.

The coffee shop wasn't open yet. Bronya was in her room preparing for the guild war, Sara Nishikujo was sipping her coffee and frowning slightly as she looked at the students' follow-up medical reports, Himeko Murata was dealing with a mountain of documents with a slightly irritable mood, and Theresa next door was secretly wiping Judah.

These scenes are just ordinary moments in the daily life of St. Freya Academy. Around noon, the light and shadow falling through the swaying leaves in the breeze, along with the rustling sounds, blend together, peacefully recording all the moments.

Perhaps, a very, very long time from now.

The branches and leaves still sway, and the sunlight still shines down at an angle.

The enormous banyan tree, like the ebb and flow of the tide, remained serenely in its original place.

The ever-changing sea of ​​clouds revealed a golden hue on the surface of the sea, reminiscent of its usual colors.

The temperature carried by the sea breeze occasionally falls into the same unchanging coincidence, as if reminiscing about the past.

That was a very, very long time later.

When...the present situation no longer exists.

107. Himeko Murata landed a critical hit.

At dusk.

Himeko Murata checked the last document and sighed.

Although she finished her workday before the end of the workday, the woman still found it difficult to quickly escape the overwhelming senses of being overwhelmed with tasks. She lazily stretched her back and then slumped down into the pile of documents.

Of course, the consequence of this practice is that subordinates will find several lipstick marks on the documents.

But this occasional, harmless carelessness might also be part of Himeko Murata's charm.

The woman rested her head on the table, slowly turning her face to look at the sunset outside the window. The soft light penetrated the thin paper and fell into her amber eyes. A gentle breeze caused a corner of the document to flutter and sway rhythmically, and the sunlight seemed to dance out a leisurely melody.

The paper neutralized the sunlight, so even when it entered her pupils, it wasn't too glaring. The woman quietly opened her eyes, her reflection showing the seagulls and clouds that occasionally swept past the window.

This was a rare moment of peace for her during the day; the trivialities and anxieties in her mind were swallowed up by the vastness of things, and she didn't think about anything or ponder anything.

It is enough to simply gaze at some meaningless scenery or minute details.

In such moments, Himeko Murata can find magical relaxation and peace.

a long time.

Or perhaps it's just less than five minutes.

Himeko Murata took a deep breath, the fragrance of ink and the sea breeze from the window filling her chest and spreading throughout her body, relieving her fatigue somewhat.

The day is coming to an end.

This point serves as the dividing line; after that, it is no longer working hours.

But before that, I need to hand over today's work and reports to that guy, the headmaster, before I can bring this final working day to a close.

Himeko Murata stood up, rubbing her lower back. Looking at the messy file folders and unorganized documents on the table, she felt a deep sense of melancholy.

The woman methodically and skillfully organized the documents while muttering a helpless complaint to herself:

"I hope the headmistress is doing her job well. I don't want my workload to increase significantly tomorrow because of her slacking off."

“Working at St. Freya Academy should be a place to relax and slack off, so why do I feel more tired than where I used to work?”

"If that short nun is found reading comics again today, let her work overtime until she dies. Leaving work until tomorrow is not the behavior of a proper nun."

The woman revealed a sinister smile, her words gradually becoming more laced with gritted teeth.

Ten minutes later.

When Himeko Murata opened the door carrying a pile of documents, this was the scene before her.

The golden cross placed in the corner was polished until it shone brightly, and the setting sun made it seem as if it had been reborn, showing a different spirit than before.

It is evident that the person who maintained the cross must have spent a great deal of time on meticulous details to achieve the spotless and radiant image of Judas we see today.

The pile of file folders reached a meter high from the corner of the table, and the scattered documents on the table formed a high wall, creating an excellent natural barrier to block the view.

Several quill pens rolled onto the edge of the table, their ink staining the white paper and slowly overflowing, gradually forming a natural painting that covered the dense text of the document.

Her sharp, blade-like smile gave Himeko Murata a beauty and terror akin to that of a demon. She entered without knocking, opening the door silently.

The steps now taken towards becoming the headmaster have left no trace in the peaceful atmosphere.

In the end, Himeko Murata appeared at the desk like a ghost.

At this moment, Headmistress Theresa, whose eyes were blinded by the defenses she had built, was completely unaware of the impending crisis.

The girl was looking at the book in her hands with a serious expression. Her azure eyes were fixed intently on a certain scene, as if she was enjoying and savoring the happiness that the scene brought her.

But in the blink of an eye, a hint of sorrow appeared between her slightly furrowed brows, and Theresa slowly shook her head and sighed:

"Although the villain on the other side also has his own unavoidable difficulties, Houmu's sense of justice forces him to become an enemy of the other side. This is a clash between ideals and a fate caused by different positions."

"But in the end, both sides were able to understand each other to a certain extent and admire each other's choices and persistence. Even so, the final battle broke out and they were separated by life and death. Such touching and entangled feelings are a big plus."

"As expected of the most acclaimed volume of Houmu Adventure, I still want more after reading it."

"Why not watch it again? Classic works like this need to be revisited to appreciate their unique flavor."

Theresa nodded firmly, as if she felt her decision was perfectly reasonable and was about to put it into action immediately.

At that moment, the girl finally noticed the unnatural shadow reflected in the comic. As she slowly raised her head like a wound-up toy, words that seemed to come from the underworld sent chills down her spine.

"The school principal".

Himeko Murata's murmur caused Theresa's relaxed expression to tighten into a stiff one, and her hand holding the comic book suddenly became flustered.

Dejectedly suppressing the urge to tear the comic book from her hands, Theresa realized that defeat was inevitable.

Damn it! Even with the ultimate technique that evolved after Nishikujo Sara's advice, which can tear a comic book into quark-level pieces in a second, it still can't turn back time at this moment.

Unwilling to face final judgment, Theresa resorted to sophistry, saying guiltily:

"Major...Himeko...It's time to leave work now!"

For some reason, the girl's words became very confident and self-assured in the second half of her sentence, completely unlike her previous guilty conscience.

Himeko Murata said with a smile:

"Oh? It seems the headmaster, who hasn't done any work, thinks he's completely blameless?"

Theresa saw the other person's unsmiling eyes, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back. Why did she suddenly become arrogant when she mentioned it was time to leave work? Wasn't this situation extremely bad?!

"Wait! Major Himeko, I have something to say..."

With a muffled rumble in the office, the girl's unspoken excuse died in the womb.

The strike clearly hit its mark, causing Theresa to cover her forehead with both hands. She looked at Himeko Murata, who seemed to be shrouded in black energy, and her body instinctively trembled.

"You're not allowed to leave until you finish your work today."

“My dear, Principal.”

Faced with the woman's expressionless declaration and the terrifying aura of immense resentment, Theresa sensed that something bad might be about to happen to her.

Today, Theresa has suffered a defeat.

108. Fu Su is the best in the world.

"Ahhh, stop pulling my ear, Major Himeko! I'm doing something important!"

Himeko Murata sighed helplessly, lowered her hand from the girl's ear, and said:

"Principal Theresa, you're not a child anymore. When it's time to work, you should behave like a corporate slave."

Theresa rubbed her reddened ears and held up her phone to Himeko with an air of self-righteousness, saying:

"Observing students' lives to assess their mental health is also a very important part!"

Himeko Murata gave a cold laugh:

"What? You're just gossiping."

"Don't try to drag the headmistress's responsibilities into your favorite areas, you short nun!"

Theresa, as if afraid of Himeko's impending attack, quickly covered her head and said:

"Wait! Hold on! Don't do it yet!"

"Major Himeko, aren't you curious about what Su Qing'an is doing right now!"

Himeko Murata was taken aback; the chilling aura that had been lurking in her smile vanished without a trace. She asked in confusion:

"Little guy? At this time, he should have closed the shop and gone home."

Theresa smiled confidently, and held up her phone as if to show off, saying:

"Major Himeko, why don't you browse the academy's forum? You'll find what you're looking for there."

Himeko Murata's face darkened, and she snatched the girl's phone, saying:

"Don't keep me in suspense, I'm taking this for now."

"Principal, you should carefully review the documents now."

Ignoring Theresa's mournful face, Himeko shoved a quill pen into her hand and handed her a thick stack of documents. Then, under Theresa's resentful and cautious gaze, Himeko looked at the interface the headmaster had previously browsed.

The first thing that catches the eye is a title that makes you want to complain.