Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

The cold, quiet room was unbearable, so the girl simply sat outside the door, waiting for her sister to return.

My sister just gave me the food and left, looking like she was in a hurry.

The other half of what should have been a double portion is almost cold.

How to do?

Even holding the dinner in the paper bag close to your chest can't stop the heat from escaping.

Then, this strange aunt appeared.

"A weird... weird aunt?!?!?!?!"

Although children speak without thinking, this critical strike still hurt the girl in front of him.

"Ugh... Who are you?"

"She's not a strange aunt, but a young lady. A noblewoman from the Kazdel royal family, looking for your sister is a little... "

Business matters need to be discussed.

Adjusting his posture, a smile that was seven parts smile, reserved yet friendly.

Her slightly curly, light golden hair shimmered with a faint pink hue under the lamplight. Her fair and delicate skin was flawless, and even her slender fingers showed no trace of labor. She was a member of the royal family who never lifted a finger and lived off the national treasury and taxpayers' money.

A small tuft of pale pink hair adorned her long, pale golden hair. Even the horns of the Sarkaz race had been adorned by the girl, giving her a unique and noble air. Her ruby-like eyes were clear and bright, and her fair neck was proud and slender. Compared to the beautiful but still immature Yelena, the girl in front of her was like a princess from a fairy tale—elegant, noble, and with a touch of gentle smile.

Perfect and unparalleled.

Yes, the visitor was indeed a nobleman. After all, on Terra, the difference between nobles and ordinary people is quite significant.

An unusual temperament, and an arrogance that is well hidden in his eyes despite his seemingly approachable demeanor.

All of this is reflected in the aura exuded by the young girl.

Because of her dark past, Yelena's perspective on people is much more mature than that of her peers. At least in her eyes, the face of the person in front of her is more like a mask.

It's a fake, a mask for outsiders, not the real person.

"Are you looking for...my sister?"

"Yes, after all, your sister is a very famous doctor, so of course we're here to see her. Can you tell me where she is?"

Oh right, I forgot to mention.

Pianna, you can call me Pianna~

Section 56, Chapter 55: [What Do We Desire?]

In the dark alley, a silver figure flashed by, stepping from the island illuminated by the streetlights into the darkness, and then passing through the next island of light.

Reciprocating cycle.

The real reason I'm here is to tell you the rules of this mission.

The manager, that mysterious woman who always seemed to be somewhere between a comedic character and the mastermind, said this.

The reason the protagonist's aura appears gray is not because it's not lit; rather, it's inherently gray.

She had already shone brightly, and her fate was already sealed. The reason it's gray instead of the dazzling light you once saw is because...

She never belonged to you.

Seemingly about some long-prepared dark humor, the woman's face broke into a wicked smile, anticipating the reaction of the sodium chloride.

The person you're dealing with has a protagonist's aura tinged with darkness; it's not that gray-haired little girl, nor is it the future heir of this port city.

[Isn't that fantastic news? I've given you a reason to let go of your burdens!]

"Then... what will happen to her?"

It was a calm question, yet I hesitated a little.

The villains will not hesitate.

Because hesitation belongs only to the indecisive, while villains are never indecisive.

This shouldn't be happening, but sodium chloride still sensed something inexplicable...

anxiety.

Something seems about to happen, or perhaps...

Something is missing.

【she?】

It didn't seem like an important issue. Elafia looked at him with an expression that said, "Why are you treating something useless like a treasure?" and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

[Her fate has been sealed. Naturally, villains of the same ilk will target her, just like you've always done to the protagonists of various dimensions as a villain. What's there to ask?]

[So hurry up and go find the protagonist you need to deal with, or you'll miss your chance... Hey hey hey! Where are you going?!]

Unexpectedly, Sodium Chloride turned and left. Elafia tried to stop her, but the girl had already disappeared into the darkness of the alley...

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I love a peaceful life...

My only pursuit is a life as slow as that of a plant...

But she couldn't have that kind of life.

To survive, they relentlessly kill, deceive, and...

To create death.

They can't even maintain a mechanical daily routine.

She believed she could solve all problems.

Because she is a perfect idealist.

It feels great to be above everyone else and in control of everything.

Just as the desire for dominance and the urge to kill are like uncontrollable fingernails, just as a person cannot stop the growth of fingernails, a person cannot give up their desires.

That's also a great way to relieve stress, which is why she can do her best with sodium chloride, as the ultimate villain.

My dislike for smoking and my limited drinking are not just a matter of lifestyle and a slight obsession with cleanliness, but more so because smoking represents relieving stress and drinking represents loneliness.

However, she didn't like these things because her idealistic self disdained such low-level ways of relieving stress.

The doctors all said she was perfectly normal, and that she herself was a "doctor".

Even if it's a false identity.

Even before that, she had already achieved the life she had always dreamed of...

Even if it's brief.

A life disguised as normal.

so.

"What exactly do you want...?"

I asked myself questions, but I had no answers.

The shadows obscured the girl's expression, making it impossible to see her eyes.

No one knows what she's thinking...

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What is nobility? Good question.

"Nobles are just a bunch of people who can hang commoners at any time. They are both stupid and clever, without conscience yet flaunting etiquette, like robbers who love to sing praises."

"This is what nobility is like. Well, you're still too young to understand class divisions, that's normal. You'll understand when you grow up."

Late at night, the warm light from the doorway shone on the girl, while the Sarkaz girl sat in the darkness.

Yelena had naturally heard of the demon race.

A "devil" despised by everyone.

It's like those monsters that have truly come back from the stories and can stop a child from crying at night.

But now... it seems those were all rumors.

Because the demon girl in front of them possessed all the antonyms of these adjectives.

Beautiful, intelligent, humble, and even very friendly.

She would chat with him while waiting for her older sister to come back.

It seems that the whole world has become kinder ever since I met my sister.

Those things from the past seem to have long since become dusty memories buried deep within.

Even the previous idea that the person in front of me was acting in a pretense seems to have become a baseless conjecture.

Because the person in front of me is very approachable.

"By the way, is your sister really back? It's so late..."

Glancing at a watch that wasn't actually on her wrist, the girl seemed to be using body language to show that she had been waiting for a long time.

"Ugh, I don't know either... My sister said she'd be back soon..."

"This shouldn't be happening..."

Suddenly, in a corner of the street, in the darkness, a figure appeared.

Although she couldn't see clearly, Little Yelena knew that it was her older sister.

The feeling of familiarity transcends visual perception.

"Looks like they're finally back... I've been waiting for so long!"

Let me reintroduce myself...

While maintaining her elegant demeanor, little Yelena failed to notice that the woman named Pianna seemed to be racing towards a "non-human" state.

Her once beautiful, ruby-like eyes were instantly filled with scarlet lines!

However, if someone were to observe closely, they would discover that those are not blood vessels or anything like that, but rather crystalline structures resembling electronic patterns. In fact, at the center of the pupil, a slightly darker circular structure can be seen, just like a camera lens.

Those were not eyes that a living being could have; the electronic eye, powered by mechanical transmission, was constantly focusing, transmitting the image into the girl's mind.

Energy surged through the energy channels to every part of her body, bringing with it a clearer vision. As her consciousness traveled through time, everything in the world seemed to slow down considerably. She removed her long black sleeves, revealing her metal right hand, which was covered by mechanical rods and had been completely exposed to the air. The deep red color, along with the movement of her joints and the surging power, caused her unusually ferocious fingers to slowly open. The once gentle and refined girl now resembled a crouching cheetah, ready to pounce.

Therefore, our Miss Pianna has the mobility and incredible agility she possesses today.

"My name is Piana, of course..."

"—They're here to kill you too."

"The Sarkaz girl smiled elegantly."

P.S.: I'm lacking inspiration and have a bit of a headache.

I have to go to the dentist today, I'm a little depressed, sob sob.

Section 57, Chapter Fifty-Six: [Scumbag Women and Bad Women]

[Her fate has been sealed. Naturally, villains of the same ilk will target her, just like you've always done to the protagonists of various dimensions as a villain. What's there to ask?]

Villains of the same color?

Seeing the clearly hostile approaching intruder, sodium chloride did not move.

And the other party didn't mind showing malice in front of her at all.

The interior was inhuman; the demonic metal right hand was painted dark red, and even the Sarkaz horns were specially decorated.

Even the slightly distorted structural patterns on its arms popped out as mantis blades when it was unfolded.

They seem to be the same kind of people as me.