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She could only hold the rag in her mouth, stand on tiptoe, and clumsily and diligently wipe the dust off the glass with her cheeks and lips.

This position forced her to stretch her body into an alluring curve, causing her unbuttoned white shirt to slide upwards due to the stretch.

As for the little purple-haired girl being held in the man's arms...

--Wait a moment.

Ragnar's pupils contracted sharply, her brain racing. She tried to compare the appearance of the purple-haired girl before her with the information about "Second Herrscher Sirin" in the top-secret file deep in her memory.

No... According to the intelligence, Sirin's core prototype should be that white-haired one...

Just as her thoughts were becoming chaotic, the purple-haired little girl seemed to sense her gaze, turned around, and gave her an innocent smile. Then, with perfect ease, she held the lollipop she had already chewed to pieces to the man's lips, her voice sweet and coquettish:

"Brother, this taste... Sirin doesn't like it... can you eat it for me?"

The man, just as naturally, opened his mouth and put the candy, which had been bitten and ruined by Celine, into his mouth.

This warm and harmonious scene, yet filled with an indescribable eeriness, caused Ragnar's brain to completely shut down.

She felt like an intruder who had stumbled into some strange space.

Everything in this wooden house felt strangely incongruous yet natural.

It was as if an invisible magic circle enveloped the entire wooden house, wantonly distorting and rewriting the "common sense" that prevailed here.

But Ragnar knew perfectly well that her common sense hadn't changed at all. The absurdity before her made her feel at peace only because they... were completely immersed in this distorted set of rules.

Just as she was overwhelmed by this powerful realization, the man who had acted like an outsider the whole time finally slowly shifted his playful gaze from the "pet" in his arms to her.

"Welcome, Miss Ragnar. It's nice to meet you for the first time."

His voice was calm and gentle, as if he were simply exchanging the most ordinary pleasantries with a guest who had just arrived.

However, Ragnar could clearly read in his eyes that this man definitely knew something!

even……

The source of all this strangeness and absurdity... is very likely him.

Would you be available to be alone with me?

Despite being a prisoner, Ragnar was quite bold in making this seemingly "impossible" request.

“One-on-one is not an option.” A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Lu Mo’s lips, and his eyes gleamed with an undisguised predator’s light. “—One-on-one interrogation, however, is possible.”

He wasn't kidding.

In other words... my body might be beyond saving?!

After a moment of shock, Ragnar's cheeks flushed slightly, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look full of determination.

I'm willing to give up my life... and as long as I die quickly enough, there won't be any problems.

The key was the intelligence—that the legendary "Saintess" was still alive. This news was far more important to Schicksal than the lives of himself and the entire stormtroopers combined.

Furthermore... perhaps, he could use this opportunity to "trade" the lives of his teammates.

Lu Mo took in the changes in her expression, which were filled with "enlightenment," and his smile grew even wider.

“Liya,” although there were two people present who could be called “liya,” his tone, which was full of unquestionable authority, clearly indicated that he was calling for her, “—take her to my room.”

"As expected, she is that person, isn't she?"

Ragnar did not resist immediately. Instead, he took advantage of the moment to whisper to Lu Mo in a barely audible voice filled with complex emotions.

"What?" Lu Mo didn't deny it, but a playful, amused glint flashed across his face. "Afraid she... will steal your most beloved student back? Or... have you already made plans to face her?"

Lu Mo's words indirectly proved that Ragnar's memory was not wrong at all.

"So... it really was her." The last glimmer of hope in Ragnar's heart sank completely.

“You could say that,” Lu Mo’s lips curled into a meaningful smile, “—she is indeed her mother.”

"but……"

"—She's not her daughter."

“What do you mean?” Ragnar frowned deeply, unable to comprehend the contradictory meaning behind the man’s words.

"Do you think the answer to this question," Lu Mo's smile grew increasingly wicked, his undisguised, aggressive gaze sweeping over them, "is so easy to obtain?"

As he spoke, he slowly pulled the beautiful "captive," whom he had already completely subdued, one step toward the bed.

“Remember…” His voice was full of irresistible magic, but not in the sense that it was unbearable. “Don’t bite with your teeth.”

“Otherwise…” A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, “one of your team members will… die.”

Lu Mo's meaning was already self-evident.

After uttering these threatening words, Lu Mo could clearly feel himself becoming even more immersed in this twisted and depraved "script."

Initially, in the illusion created by Kiana that was full of "falsehood" and "playing," he was somewhat reluctant to do bad things in this kind of "game."

After all, he's the kind of person who wouldn't be shot for playing Paradox Interactive games unless it's about the blood relationship between the characters.

But now...

He was now able to issue such cruel orders to these "innocent" "passersby" without any scruples.

Firstly, apart from Ragnar, the entire stormtrooper squad were merely "NPCs" fabricated by this "world" and could be erased at any time. Their "life and death" were insignificant to him—of course, he would still need to mentally prepare himself before actually killing them.

Secondly, even if it were true, so what?

As long as... I can take on the corresponding "responsibility".

Ragnar's body suddenly froze.

She clenched her teeth so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, almost piercing her skin.

Looking at the man in front of her, who was watching her struggle and pain with amusement, she wished she could pounce on him right then and there and tear his face, which was full of malice, to shreds.

however……

She can't.

Behind her were more than a dozen other young lives, equally loyal to their destiny. They were her teammates, her responsibility, and, above all, the people she... had to protect no matter what.

Compared to their lives, her own "glory" and "dignity" are...

—It's not worth mentioning at all.

After a long while, she slowly closed her eyes, which were filled with resentment and despair, and squeezed out a word from deep in her throat, a word filled with hoarseness and brokenness.

"……it is good."

When she opened her eyes again, all the struggle and anger in them had been completely replaced by a deathly numbness filled with resignation.

She no longer hesitated.

There were no lights in the room, only the cool moonlight filtering in from the window, which enveloped everything in a hazy, enchanting darkness.

"Do I have to...repeat it again?" His voice was filled with impatient urging.

Ragnar's body trembled violently. She didn't say anything more, but slowly lowered her powerful and beautiful body to its lowest position.

then……

With an attitude brimming with utmost humility and submissiveness, she slowly...

—I climbed over there.

"Very good, very well-behaved!"

Seeing Ragnar's complete submission, Lu Mo's expression, which was full of cruelty and tyranny, was suddenly replaced by a gentle look full of comfort and reward.

This is naturally also because...

"Before that, didn't you notice anything amiss?" he said, reaching out gently to tuck a stray strand of Ragnar's hair behind her ear. "Didn't you notice someone was missing from your group?"

He did that just now for Siegfried's family. And his gentleness now is naturally because of... Himeko.

As Lu Mo ran his fingertips along Ragnar's shoulders, which were burning with shame and indignation, he continued his "interrogation" in a gentler tone. However, this did not change the fact that Ragnar still wanted to hatefully and desperately escape.

Lu Mo, on the other hand, continued to enjoy her poignant and conflicted expression.

“Before you find out the answer,” his voice carried a hint of enticing magic, “you can ask some other questions first.”

"My question is also a... clue."

"...Himeko..."

Almost instinctively, Ragnar squeezed out the name of the youngest member of the stormtroopers from deep in his throat.

"Since that's the case..." Her thoughts suddenly became incredibly clear, "—What became of their fate?"

“First of all,” Lu Mo said, his playful expression fading slightly upon hearing the question, “Himeko… also sacrificed herself on the battlefield a few years later, in a similar way to you.”

Although Himeko has now "come back to life," Lu Mo's emotions still fluctuate uncontrollably when recalling that regrettable "history." As for whether Ragnar has noticed this fleeting change, that's not his concern at the moment.

"As for the second question..."

His face once again wore that wicked, malicious smile.

"—If you can hold on for ten minutes in the next half hour..."

"—I'll tell you."

What does ten minutes mean?

Ragnar was not completely ignorant.

But they aren't the kind of people who would immediately make that connection.

but it does not matter.

She quickly realized what was going on.

"Yeah, the experience is definitely different."

After all, most of the others were friendly towards him with some degree of affection, so their dedication and attention to detail were far superior to Ragnar's.

But it doesn't matter, sooner or later Ragnar will be just like them, won't he?

Someone will teach her step by step.

Chapter 209 The Feeling of a Normal Person Accidentally Entering a World Where Common Sense Is Altered

ten minutes.

These were absolutely the longest and most agonizing ten minutes of Ragnar's life.

She didn't even know how she managed to survive that sensory storm of interrogation that was enough to completely melt her consciousness.

Perhaps... just as Lu Mo himself implied, all of this was just something he did on purpose.

He... just wanted her to know the answer to that cruel second question.

"Alright," when the agonizing countdown finally came to an end.

Lu Mo slowly released the arms that had completely imprisoned her.

His voice was filled with undisguised amusement, as if he were watching a good show. "The second question..."

"Your student..."

"She was an enemy of her father..."

"She also used ignorant words to desecrate her mother's noble sacrifice..."

"Furthermore, he has repeatedly put his own loved ones in dangerous situations."

Lu Mo slowly and deliberately repeated what he had said: "This is the root of the most intense 'family conflict' that has erupted in the past few months, no, including the time before I came here."

Although the impact is not significant.

Moreover, the sisters' relationship was on the verge of reconciliation. But...

Since Ragnar has already "voluntarily" delivered himself to our doorstep...

So, Lu Mo naturally wanted to take this opportunity to get his revenge, with interest and all...

"This"

Ragnar was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say to defend his student or himself.

Although she believed she had given her all in Durandal's education, every word Lu Mo spoke was a bloody and undeniable fact. She did indeed bear an undeniable responsibility in this—especially since she was one of the few people besides Otto who knew the whole truth but still chose to "conceal" it.

“…The third question,” she took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions of guilt and self-reproach within her, and steered the conversation back on track, “Can you…let the others go?”