Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

Yes, the person Kiana brought back from the Honkai world was the young Kiana who was shot down from a height of 10,000 meters more than ten years ago.

Kiana, who was not yet Bianca's biological daughter with Siegfried and Cecilia.

"How is she now? Is there still a possibility of amnesia?"

Lu Mo's expression was grave, his hands flailing about awkwardly as if he wanted to say something. He certainly didn't want her to lose her memory.

"Probably not. His head shouldn't have been seriously injured. As for the rest of him, with me here, he should be able to recover after a little rest."

If the power to save lives cannot cure the illness, then one can only hope to find a renowned doctor who can "be an enemy of Yama," "hold life and death in his hands," and "chase souls in the underworld."

Surely the Herald of the End can heal her wounds?

"Well... how about I go get a basin of hot water?"

Lu Mo is probably even more nervous than Kiana right now.

Even without amnesia, the complete Kiana holds special significance for him.

"As long as nothing unexpected happens, she'll be fine, she'll be fine," Kiana said, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Even if Kiana was absolutely certain she could cure her sister, she didn't have complete confidence at this moment.

"Concern leads to confusion"—this is not a casual saying.

"Uh-huh"

"Looks like he's about to wake up?" they both said in unison.

"Why don't you go pour some hot water first? Drinking more hot water should be helpful at this time, right?"

Neither of them could think of what they should do at this moment.

At times like these, the outcome is pretty much the same whether or not there's an external brain.

"I go!"

"You stay here and watch over things, I'll go!" Lu Mo grabbed Kiana.

"You know better than me how to take care of people, I'll go!"

"She's closer to you, so I'll go!" Little Kiana would definitely prefer seeing her own sister to seeing a strange man when she wakes up.

The two of them held each other's arms, unable to step out of the room.

"Sister...is sister alright?" A weak, kitten-like breath came from under the covers, breaking the tense silence. The two released their grip simultaneously, the embers of their heated exchange still lingering in the folds of the fabric.

"I'll keep it, you go!"

Even young Kiana spoke, and the two who were struggling with their decision finally made it.

Kiana knelt on the edge of the bed, cupping her sister's hand in her own, as if trying to hold back a dying firefly. She tried her best, with all her might, to transfer her warmth to her still-sleeping sister.

"Where's the soup bowl! Where's the soup bowl!"

"At this!"

"Hot water, cold water, and, um, blow on it first."

Lu Mo's movements became uncoordinated, as if someone had completely reconfigured his keyboard layout.

He completely ignored the low stool with its overturned clothes, and the ceramic cups and saucers clattered on the tray. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was smashing pots and pans. His whole movement was as clumsy as a puppeteer manipulating puppets for the first time, and he was completely unaware that water had splashed onto his sleeves.

"Here it comes, here it comes, the hot water is here. Be careful, feed it to me slowly."

Lu Moshui almost dropped the bowl into Kiana's hands, urging her to quickly feed the water to her sister.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, scoop it up slowly, be careful, be careful," Kiana's chest rose and fell as she carefully brought the spoon to her sister's lips.

"It's good that you held it in your mouth, now you've swallowed it."

Kiana's hands reflected her lower lip, which she had almost bitten until it bled, on the edge of the silver spoon. Lu Mo's knuckles, white as he held the rim of the bowl, rippled with trembling porcelain glaze, like moonlight shattered in a deep pool.

"Don't rush, don't rush, take your time," the girl's eyelashes drooped, casting a butterfly-wing-like shadow on her sister's pale cheek. The young man swallowed the unfinished words, his Adam's apple bobbing, only the soft slurring of breath echoing in the air.

Although Lu Mo said not to rush, his trembling hands betrayed him.

Kiana continued to gently wipe the water from her sister's lips with her thumb, her movements as delicate as polishing antique porcelain. Lu Mo silently swallowed the burning sensation in his throat, the only sound the ticking of the clock's second hand against the silence.

"They moved their fingers!"

"Then should I...?"

When Kiana saw that her sister seemed to be really about to wake up, she quickly checked her appearance, afraid that she had done something wrong, that there was something wrong with her image, and even worried that her current Herrscher form might scare her sister.

"By the way, the Honkai energy in my body, I need to control it more. What if my sister finds out about the Honkai energy in me? Will she be scared?"

This sleeping little sister is truly cherished like a precious gem, protected from the sun.

"It should be fine, should I go change my clothes?"

Lu Mo was also panicking. With things developing like this, he couldn't figure out what he should do.

But standing there doing nothing seems even more unreasonable.

"Ugh...so cold...so hot...Dad!!!"

The sobs, like silver needles dipped in honey, instantly pierced the hearts of both the Herrscher of the End and Lu Mo. Simultaneously, they clutched their chests, a protective instinct, rooted in their genes, bubbling up within their veins.

Although they were taking care of the "older sister," both of them showed their maternal instincts.

"I...I...uh...?"

Suddenly, Youqi sprang up like a spring, her coral hair bursting into fluffy arcs in the moonlight. The explosive force, comparable to the impact of a battering ram, caused the bed to creak under its strain. That powerful movement, even without genetic testing, confirmed that Youqi possessed unmistakable Kaslana blood.

"Dad, little sister!"

As Youqi gripped the End Worm's fingers, she sat up in bed. Everything she had seen before losing consciousness was still vivid in her mind.

"I...I'm still alive! Where am I?!"

Youqi looked at the gentle fingers holding her hand and kept adjusting her breathing, trying to become more clear-headed.

"This is my home. Are you alright?"

Lu Mo looked at the End Worm, which had already crashed, and knew very well that she was currently unable to say anything.

"Your uncle, did you take me in?"

Uncle?! Okay, according to Kiana's age, he is indeed Kiana's uncle, but why does this sound so hurtful to me?

Am I at the age where people will call me "uncle"?

Although it's true that Xiao Qi...emmmm, Xiao Zhenqi (?) is not wrong in terms of age, Lu Mo still felt a little heartbroken when he heard his sister-in-law call him "uncle" so politely.

It makes me feel like an old cow eating young grass.

"Sniff... Big sister... Your scent is so familiar..."

Having regained a little consciousness, Youqi instinctively threw herself into the arms of the End Worm, her nose twitching slightly.

A sweet scent, one she deeply missed, made her instinctively bury her face in the soft cloud. Yuqi transformed into a swallowtail butterfly drawn to nectar, her nose sinking into the folds of the Herrscher of the End's robes. The fragrance of cornflowers mingled with frost reminded her of the warmth of a Nordic castle.

"It's alright, it's alright, everything's fine now."

Now that she was sure her sister was alright, the End Worm finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, it's alright, sister!"

"Sister? Big sister, it's you?"

Youqi hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, but she could tell that the older sister in front of her was probably referring to herself.

Why do you call me "older sister"? Hmm, I don't have a younger sister, or rather, I just had one, but she's not that big yet.

"Sister! It's me...it's me!" The End Worm didn't care whether its sister understood or not, and instinctively hugged Youqi tightly. "It's me! It's me!"

"Have I fallen into a time tunnel?"

Youqi blinked her big, watery eyes.

If she wasn't mistaken, this should be her clone sister.

But it's grown so big! Does it grow a year older every day after coming out of the jar?

"Not entirely. You could say that. She is your sister, the clone named K423."

It's best not to reveal that Chongchong used her name at this time.

"K423? Did Dad forget to give you a name?! It's terrible that he's called you by your code name all these years..."

Youqi pouted.

I know my dad isn't good at naming things, but calling someone K423 is just too much.

Kiana slowly opened her mouth, her broken voice oozing a bitter, licorice-like tone.

"My name is... Kiana. I'm sorry, sister."

The older sister has accepted it, but that doesn't mean she can calmly say it to the older sister in front of her now.

Lu Mo sighed deeply. This was why he hadn't let Kiana learn about Kiana's experiences in the other world all at once.

Now, a month is enough time for Kiana to "finish" all the storylines.

A problem that seemed to have been buried by the will of the world has long been unearthed.

"Durandal" is "Kiana", but "Kiana" is not "Durandal".

Although there is no boundary between life and death.

But Bianca and her sister are actually two different personalities.

There are quite a few similar cases in the "whole family".

—For example, Danheng and Danfeng.

Or rather, like Kiana and Sirin, they were already different beings.

Because there are things we don't know, and because the event has already happened, there's no point in pursuing it further.

Many people say that Bianca in the visual novel has the same personality as Kiana. This hasty classification is like saying that Aria and Misaka Mikoto are both tsundere, so they have the same personality.

From the Bianca era onwards, Durandal's words and actions were different from Kiana's.

The only people who knew about the events and words that clearly distinguished the two were Rita, Otto, and a few others who would never see them.

“I have neither the right nor the right to criticize the deceased—but I think that as a Valkyrie who aimed to be the strongest, she did not want to be seen as a victim, because that word means... that person... who was so close to being the true strongest, but due to the cruel twists of fate, ultimately failed to reach the true summit.”

This is an example of Durandal's own assessment of Cecilia in a visual novel.

This statement would be perfectly acceptable for Bianca, a Valkyrie of Destiny, but Kiana would never say it.

While "Bianca" is indeed Kiana, "Bianca" saved "K423's" "Kiana" back then.

Kiana is my name. Dad gave me your name.

"Really? That seems a little troublesome." Hearing the End Worm's reply, Youqi frowned slightly in distress.

"So how do we make the difference?"

As expected, Youqi did not have any complaints about K423 inheriting the name.

"really."

Just as Lu Mo had predicted, the clichéd "real and fake heiresses" plot in female-oriented online novels would never happen to "Zhen Qi" and "Chong Chong".

Let me quote a sentence.

There is absolutely no reason why a genuine product cannot be better than a counterfeit.

Although it's a bit impolite to say this to Chongchong, Kiana is absolutely no worse than Chongchong.

Even without incorporating the personality of "Kiana" from next door, the result would still be the same.

To think that Kiana would die over something like this shows how little respect you have for her.

"So, things are finally calm now, aren't they?"

Chapter 18: The larger one is Little Kiana, the smaller one is Big Kiana.

"You knew all along, Captain?"

"After all, this is not only your unresolved issue, but also one of mine."

Although Chongchong would never have had this problem before.

After all, the dumplings were made quite well.