Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Several more hours passed, and Cocolia felt as if her body had been completely dismantled and then haphazardly pieced back together.

Every inch of her skin, every nerve, was screaming with exhaustion. She really hadn't imagined she'd be this tired.

She's maintaining her peak physical condition and youthful vitality.

Even so, it couldn't hold on.

However, along with this extreme weakness came an unprecedented sense of satisfaction that completely filled the soul.

She lay helplessly on the bed in a rather indecent position—a position that would likely lead to another attack, but she simply didn't have the strength to change.

In short, only one thought remained in my mind—

—Let me... just fall asleep like this...

I'd sleep until the universe heats up.

However, just as her consciousness was about to completely sink into that dark abyss filled with sweetness and exhaustion.

Once again, a familiar, warm touch, which sent shivers down her spine, gently rested on her shoulder.

"Aaaaaah!"

Cocolia's body tensed up instantly, as if she had been electrocuted, and she let out a scream full of terror and resistance.

Before she could even see who the hand belonged to, she scrambled to the corner of the bed like a frightened rabbit, desperately trying to escape the nightmare that was closing in on her again.

This is yet another iconic scene featuring Cocolia that no one else would ever see.

Seeing her adorable, comically startled reaction, Lu Mo couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong?" His voice carried an undisguised, playful mockery. "I haven't even done anything yet, why are you... so scared?"

"You...you stay away!" Cocolia huddled in the corner of the bed.

She grabbed the cup that the three of them had tormented until it was no longer usable and wrapped it tightly around her delicate body.

Those eyes, which had once been filled with shrewdness and calculation, were now filled only with pure, pitiful panic and fear. "I...I can't...go anymore..."

Why would Cocolia be so panicked? Even Tesla would think this scene was photoshopped.

"I really... have no strength left..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Lu Mo raised an eyebrow. He didn't rush forward, but leisurely appreciated the moving "prey's lament" before him. "But, I remember... just now, there seemed to be someone under me... who didn't say that, did they?"

“She said…” Lu Mo deliberately imitated Cocolia’s seductive voice when she was aroused, “Master, a little more… I want more…”

"—Shut up!" Cocolia's cheeks instantly flushed red, turning into a ripe apple.

Filled with shame and indignation, she grabbed the pillow beside her and, with all her might, hurled it at the man who was relentlessly reminding her of what had just happened.

Pfft... It's really interesting to see this side of you!

Lu Mo finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. As a veteran player, throughout his long gaming career, Cocolia, regardless of the timeline, had always been a calm and composed female tyrant, full of ambition and calculation.

This was the first time he had ever seen her so adorably shy and indignant, like a little woman.

Lu Mo's mocking laughter was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Cocolia's cheeks instantly turned even redder.

Her eyes, which had initially held a hint of panic, now held a different emotion.

If it weren't for her current status and the fact that she was still a convict, Cocolia would have really wanted to take Lu Mo down with her.

"It's all because you're such a beast!" Her voice was filled with obvious exasperation. "Just thinking about Bronya and the others... they were all killed by you in this way..."

Although I may not be a qualified mother, and in some ways, I am one of the "culprits" that caused their unhappiness.

But... that doesn't stop her from, at this moment, speaking with a righteous indignation and in the manner of a "mother-in-law" who is full of "protecting her own," hurling the most severe... accusatory accusations at the man who had just completely "taken advantage" of her.

Hmm... that sounds a bit strange, as if Lu Mo was the one who suffered a loss.

It seems that his age is really putting him at a disadvantage?

And besides, it doesn't seem right for me to be with him... in front of Bronya.

Seeing her adorable, fierce yet cowardly demeanor as she struggled to maintain the last vestige of "elderly" authority, Lu Mo's sense of amusement shifted slightly.

After all, she belongs to Bronya... Going too far isn't good either, considering Bronya is probably—

He slowly extended his hand, a gesture of reassurance, toward his beautiful "captive," who was still huddled in the corner of the bed, staring intently at him with a wary gaze.

"Then... do you want me to hold you while you sleep?" His voice no longer carried the slightest hint of mockery or provocation.

Instead, it was filled with the purest, most unadulterated tenderness, "This... will feel better."

"Don't you dare touch me!"

Cocolia's tone remained wary, but her tense body involuntarily moved slowly toward that warm place.

Although she couldn't resist Lu Mo's actions, she still chose to believe the sincerity in his words.

Firstly, it was a normal policy of appeasement, something Cocolia was well aware of.

Secondly, Cocolia's body is indeed very comfortable to hug.

"Alright, alright," Lu Mo chuckled, embracing the soft, gentle body that exuded mature charm, and the holy beauty who had been waiting for a long time, one on each side, into his safe and secure embrace. "Today... we'll just hug, nothing else."

However, this warm and harmonious scene of "three people sleeping together" did not last long.

When the two "love rivals" who were just at odds finally found a subtle "peace" in the arms of the same man, a "tea party" full of "plastic sisterhood" for the women began without warning on the bed.

After all, the two of them didn't actually have any conflict.

Even if the one here now is the real person, it would be the same.

"Really..." The first to break the silence was the mature "female tyrant" who had long since given up all resistance.

Cocolia. She pressed her cheek against Lu Mo's firm chest.

It may not sound nice to say, but it's really comfortable to use as a pillow.

Her voice was filled with undisguised, strange emotion. "We were all bullied by him in the same way, so why... do you seem so at ease?"

Cocolia knew the answer too.

But if I just admit it like that, I feel like my daughter is a step behind Kiana.

I don't want to be a burden to my daughter in this regard.

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Beatrice's face revealed a pure expression full of "saintly" qualities. She even playfully winked her azure eyes at Cocolia. "I think... my performance just now was embarrassing enough."

"Hmph... Stop pretending to be innocent after getting the benefits," Cocolia spat lightly, her tone full of knowing wisdom. "You think you can hide your little thoughts from me? I bet you're already addicted to this level of pampering, and even want more."

Although she lacks experience, she is older and knows a lot.

Even if the person on the other side is "that person," they are only 25 years old now.

Faced with this ruthless exposure, Beatrice's expression faltered slightly, then turned into a helpless smile. She didn't continue to argue, but simply leaned closer to Lu Mo, tacitly accepting the accusation.

Seeing her so composed, Cocolia's mockery deepened. She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping back and forth across Beatrice's impeccably pure face, before finally letting out a meaningful sigh.

"Speaking of which... I'm actually a little jealous of you." Her voice carried a complex emotion. "That woman... back in Destiny, she was a legendary figure. Whether it was her strength, character, or appearance, she was a saintess who was perfect and without a single flaw."

Even though they were in the anti-entropy camp, they had to admit that the saintess was special.

“To be honest, although I had a hunch when Kiana came to me to ask me to serve her, I always felt it was unlikely,” Cocolia said, poking the man holding her in her arms with her fingertip in dissatisfaction. “And what happened?”

"Or perhaps..." Her gaze sharpened again, like the most precise scalpel, dissecting Lu Mo's heart, "This guy... actually harbored ill intentions towards her from the very beginning, didn't he?!"

"Have you seen all this?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mo's face showed no embarrassment at not being exposed, but rather a smug, mischievous smile. Although this matter was already a semi-public secret in his harem, Cocolia, as a newly "joined" "newcomer," shouldn't have been aware of it.

"Looks like... I'll have to kill them to silence them." Lu Mo said half-jokingly, his arms around the two beauties tightening unconsciously, his fingertips drawing dangerous circles on their backs.

The fact that he "coveted" that woman is something that could really get out and become public knowledge.

Even if it was only spread on a small scale, it made Lu Mo feel awkward.

"Come on, you've already killed me hundreds of times."

Cocolia rolled her eyes.

"However, Master, have you thought about what will happen next?"

"What do you mean?" Lu Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, admiring the woman whose mind was still racing even at this moment.

"Putting everything else aside, should I submit now, or wait a while?" Cocolia's fingertips traced strategic circles on his firm chest. "Also, should we still build the orphanage?"

She paused, a deeper light flashing in her purple eyes, as the most crucial question flashed through her mind.

The key issue is that she's here; what will happen to Bronya then?

Upon hearing this, Lu Mo's smile deepened. He reached out and pulled the "director" who had voluntarily set the stage for him into an even tighter embrace.

"You... you're becoming more and more to my liking." His voice was full of approval. "You asked a good question. First, your surrender can't be too quick. A conquest without resistance is boring. I want to see you use all your wisdom to deal with me until you are completely defeated in the end. That kind of despair is the most delicious."

“Second,” his fingers slid down, gently pinching the soft flesh of her waist, “the orphanage must be built, of course. That will be the reserve base for my future harem. Your daughters, Bronya, Seele, Rosalia, and Lilia… none of them will escape.”

Upon hearing this possessive declaration, Cocolia's expression of "submission" remained unchanged, but a hint of doubt flashed deep within her purple eyes.

“Master,” her voice remained submissive, but her tone carried a hint of cautious inquiry, “Although I also look forward to you taking them all into your possession… however, the logic of the script seems to have some problems.”

"Oh?" Lu Mo looked at her with interest. "Tell me about it."

“Theoretically, Bronya should still be developing inside her body right now.” Cocolia’s gaze subtly swept over the large bed where someone was lying and needed care. “According to the original work, Bronya met me several years later. She was captured after failing to ambush me as a mercenary and eventually came to the orphanage.”

“In the original work, she should have been born after Bronya. But now... thanks to Master's grace, how could Bronya, who is alive and well, possibly... be left alone and helpless outside as before, and eventually fall into my hands?”

This logically sound analysis made Lu Mo's smile even more approving.

As expected of Cocolia. Even as a "toy," her brain is still thinking of the optimal "game" solution at an extraordinary speed.

Lu Mo also fell into deep thought. This loophole was indeed crucial. Unless… he was going to use Feather Crossing to fabricate another false memory of Alexandra “abandoning” her daughter? No, that would greatly diminish the character's appeal.

But this... is actually quite difficult.

Forcing her to "abandon" Bronya would be even more absurd and would defeat the purpose of enjoying the "perfect rice bowl." Preventing Bronya from entering the orphanage would mean he'd miss out on several other delicious "snacks"...

Just as he was feeling a little troubled by this, a familiar girl's voice, full of energy and a sense of triumphant mischief, suddenly rang in his mind.

"You don't need to worry about this problem. The characters who will appear next will solve it for you."

It was Kiana. She connected with him from "outside the world".

“So, my dear Captain,” her voice was filled with undisguised pleasure, “please put aside all those unnecessary worries and enjoy the…service experience that these stunning beauties have carefully prepared for you!”

It looks like...

That little girl who loves watching the drama unfold has already prepared a new "surprise" for him.

Chapter 207 The Teacher of Silly Goose and Himeko? Sleeping as usual.

Valkyrie Assault Team.

This is a name that is somewhat unfamiliar to most people in Destiny. It is not as meritorious as the "Snow Wolf Squad" nor as famous as the "Undying Blade".

However, this little-known team, through its captain, profoundly changed the future of Destiny in a way that went largely unnoticed.

The captain's name is Ragnar Rodblock.

The three S-rank Valkyries who are now renowned throughout the world—Himeko Murata, Durandal, and Rita Rossweisse—were all her students.

When discussing Durandal's growth, people might first think of the shrewd and resourceful Archbishop Otto.

But to be honest, what Otto provided was merely a macro-level policy and objective.

During those long and tedious years of training, the ones who truly accompanied the confused girl and taught her by example were the other mentors, represented by Ragnar.

This legendary Valkyrie instructor ultimately sacrificed herself on the perpetually frozen ice plains of Siberia.

However, what is truly regrettable is that her sacrifice was not a glorious death on the battlefield, but rather a fateful and ironic act of cause and effect.

Because, back then, Kaslana and her father left Schicksal, and as pursuers, they shot down the real "Kiana Kaslana" from a height of 10,000 meters, ultimately causing her to lose her memory and become "Bianca Durandal Atagina"... It was she who was responsible.

Years later, on the icy plains of Siberia, he ended her life with his own hands…

—But she is "another Kiana".

……

……

"I...I'm not dead?"

Ragnar, clutching her throbbing head, slowly sat up from the cold snow. The biting wind, carrying snowflakes, scraped her cheeks like knives; the real, chilling pain gradually brought a sliver of clarity back to her muddled mind.