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Moreover, from Bianca's words just now, she could easily deduce that the ultimate target of this targeted "drama" was most likely... only her.

After all, only her memories are correct, aren't they?

"Really," Ragnar thought, just as he felt his chaotic mind finally find a moment to catch his breath.

A rather familiar voice suddenly rang out in this pure white space, "To think that you would leak so much information, this is really... troublesome."

"Looks like it's her..."

Durandal knew she had spoken out of turn, so she didn't say anything more.

The moment the words fell, the girl who had been kneeling beside her bed, filled with struggle and guilt, was Durandal.

Like a pencil mark erased by an invisible eraser, it vanished without warning from Ragnar's sight.

That voice... it seems somewhat familiar.

Outside of Ragnar's dream, in the cozy and ambiguous bedroom of the cabin, another "drama" that shouldn't have happened is... unfolding intensely.

A woman was seen using an irresistible and absolutely dominant posture to firmly control the man who had just manipulated others, pinning him to a soft armchair.

“Although what the teacher did was indeed wrong,” Himeko’s voice was deliberately lowered, filled with a seductive huskiness, and… it could be described as a resentment that was contrary to the natural order and full of “protectiveness”, “but, you’re bullying her like this… I can’t just stand by and do nothing, can I?”

No matter what, he was the captain she respected.

This behavior is not much different from insulting Himiko in front of China.

As she spoke, she used an almost vengeful force to violently shake her elegant and voluptuous body, causing Lu Mo's chair to creak.

Looking at the man beneath her, whose expression was filled with "pain" and "restraint," she felt a pleasurable satisfaction, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank.

"It's also thanks to... you're her student..." Lu Mo's hands were tightly wrapped around Ji Zi's soft yet strong waist, and he let out a sigh that was both helpless and full of doting.

"Otherwise... I wouldn't hesitate at all."

In this matter, Lu Mo's double standards are beyond question.

It's unacceptable for my own wife to be bullied!

“Besides,” Lu Mo’s tone shifted, and his dark eyes, which had previously been filled with a sense of “passivity,” instantly rekindled with an active flame that belonged to the “master.”

Does a mere Himeko think she can defy the heavens?

I'm only being subdued by you because you're my wife, so I have to obey you no matter what.

He suddenly flipped over, using his waist and abdomen to exert force, and in just a moment, he took down the hot beauty who had just been "riding" on his body and exuding a "queen" aura.

Then, with a backhand grab, he mercilessly slammed him onto the hard, cold desk.

He pinned her restless body down with one hand, his expression full of threatening mockery, pretending to lift her black teacher's skirt that he coveted.

"You want to settle scores with me?" His voice became noticeably domineering, "aren't you afraid I'll... assert my authority as your husband?"

"I couldn't ask for more!" Upon hearing this, Himeko showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, she rolled her eyes at him with a charming and alluring expression.

She was also worried that Lu Mo wouldn't be willing to do anything too intense.

“Then it’s settled,” Lu Mo said, looking at the “little wildcat” beneath him who had deliberately “caught fire” and was oblivious to its own fate.

A cruel smile, full of shrewd planning, appeared on his face. "Tonight, you're going to bring Rita and Durandal along."

"I'm going to make you three..."

"—Aton for your teacher's sins!"

Let's go back to Durandal.

When her consciousness, filled with guilt and worry, returned to the "outside world," to the part where others waited to enter.

As soon as she landed, before she could fully recover from the chaotic "dream," a mocking "senior" voice rang in her ears.

“You’ve… broken the rules, Miss Durandal.”

Shiyu Qiluo crossed her arms and looked at the complicated-looking "junior" in front of her with a relaxed expression, then sighed helplessly.

As one of the relatives who loves Kiana the most in the entire Honkai series, she always has complicated feelings about Kiana, who has been raised in a way that is somewhat misguided.

Before she came, she had heard that there was a Kiana in this world with a completely different style—she originally thought it couldn't be too outrageous.

Well... what do you mean by giving me a bowl of pizza instead of rice cakes?

Compared to her, her own stupid student was so much easier to manage.

"I'm sorry, Senior Shigure Kira," Durandal's face showed no sign of guilt at being "caught," she simply retorted seriously, "But I think, if it were Kiana in that situation, she would also... make the same choice as me, wouldn't she?"

"...Has anyone ever told you that you really don't know how to talk?"

Shigure Kira felt her temples begin to throb instantly.

The reason why Kiana, the "real" Kiana in this world, dislikes her is precisely because she always makes some self-righteous, but ultimately ignorant, remarks on topics full of "cringe points"!

Although Durandal herself had no ill intentions.

Just like this statement, from a "logical" point of view, Durandal's words are indeed... not problematic.

She even surpassed them all. In fact, if we were to substitute them in equal measure—Ragnar's "first lesson" to Durandal, Himeko's last lesson to Kiana, Fu Hua's teachings to Kiana in Sky City, and Theresa's work on reverse entropy after betraying Schicksal—she did all of those things over there.

but……

—Don't forget, she, Shigure Kira, was the only one who stood firmly by that child's side when the whole of Destiny was clamoring to kill "Kiana" and avenge "Cecilia"!

For Durandal to say such things now, to her...

That's way too insulting.

But she couldn't get angry.

After all, Durandal's respect for her was genuine.

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"Anyway..." Shigure Kira took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to blurt out a sarcastic remark, and her face regained its "senior" demeanor, coupled with a helpless expression, "-Thank Himeko."

"She has already mediated that issue for you."

I'm so tired. I'll go practice with my past self in this timeline later.

She became despondent after the second collapse; we must train her properly.

Hmm...maybe we should educate her properly using "that method".

"Tonight, you'd better accept your punishment as the price for breaking the rules this time."

Shiyu Qiluo shrugged and said no more.

……

Soon, night fell again.

Durandal, Himeko, and Rita are three of the strongest Valkyries of Destiny, each possessing unparalleled beauty and a unique charm.

At this moment, I am standing in the vast snowfield, shrouded in the cold moonlight, dressed in only thin clothing.

The way they look at each other in this weather makes you feel cold, but it also has a unique charm.

The biting wind, carrying tiny ice crystals, swept across their equally smooth and delicate, yet completely exposed skin.

It makes the skin appear whiter.

"In this kind of weather..." Himeko said, unbuttoning her thin shirt as if she wasn't bothered by the temperature at all.

While speaking in a teasing tone to the two equally complicated-looking "companions" beside him, he slowly said, "Although... it's not unfamiliar, it's really... hard to like this feeling."

Although the women present were already unafraid of the cold thanks to their exceptional physical abilities.

But even in this kind of weather, she still felt very awkward.

"But only in this way..."

"—Punishing you is what...has value."

Isn't it true that a bad environment is necessary to create a sense of punishment?

"Come, Durandal!"

Lu Mo gently snapped his fingers at the blonde beauty who was still standing in the snow.

Then, he kindly gestured for her to crawl in front of him and placed his hand on the top of her head.

"Just... experience this feeling for a little while."

What is Durandal's biggest problem?

Although she acknowledged her mistakes, corrected them, and admitted them, she lacked a sufficient sense of the "seriousness" of the matter.

She knew the situation was serious, but it was only a theoretical concept.

But now...

It's a little better now, it's made her a bit clearer.

"...No problem, Captain."

Durandal remained composed and unhurried, like a soldier about to undergo the most rigorous training.

She's been doing the same thing so many times, I don't know what to say about her.

To be honest, even for a Herrscher of Knowledge who is a Herrscher of the Law, it is not an easy thing to use her power to distort her will in a positive way.

But Lu Mo, who possesses the "degraded" version of his powers, can manipulate her consciousness with ease.

after all……

When facing him, Durandal is... absolutely obedient.

“Next,” Lu Mo’s lips curled into a cruel smile, “I will, temporarily, strip you of your self-awareness.”

Even if he obeys, he won't be any gentler with the silly goose.

"If... you even slightly, in your heart, have the slightest thought of denying it..."

"Your body will... produce a special reaction."

"—Is everything alright?"

This was the first time Lu Mo had used his power so "excessively" since he gained it.

"No problem, let's begin, Captain."

As soon as Durandal finished speaking, her consciousness was instantly thrown into turbulent waves, like a calm lake being hit by a bomb.

Countless chaotic and shameful thoughts, like the most venomous snakes, emerged from the deepest recesses of her mind without warning.

Along with these thoughts arose a devilish whisper, brimming with unquestionable authority:

"Admit it, your body... was born to be conquered."

"No matter how much you train, in the end you'll only be fit to make vulgar noises."

"Your pride and will are nothing but a pitiful disguise waiting to be torn apart in front of the other side."

"You crave to be treated roughly, to be tormented like a plaything, to... wag your tail and beg for your master's favor like a real pet..."

These thoughts brought her...

— Despicable.

Yes, it's despicable.

Something was frantically interfering with her perception, twisting her will, and forcing her to acknowledge some... unbearable things, and then making her believe that this was the truth.

Faced with this blasphemous and terrifying "erosion" that resembled mental torture, her "strongest will" almost instinctively gave rise to its most intense power...

--resistance.

"No, I am not……"

"I'm not... that kind of shameless woman...!"

Durandal has a strong sense of rebellion.

Its indestructible outer shell can fully withstand attacks.

however……

The moment this thought, filled with "resistance" and "denial," first surfaced...

An indescribable feeling of weakness and suffocation, like the hands of death, instantly stopped her breathing.