Honkai Impact 3rd, Paradise Typewriter isn't for making this kind of game.

On the entire spaceship, where is there a safer place than next to you? Absolutely none. Without her authorization, the other party would never be able to leave the room.

With her by her side watching over the other person, Seele could rest assured that no one could escape from her room.

"Let me think about how to deal with you."

Xia Yuan removed the object from his mouth and, upon closer inspection, discovered it was Miss Hei Xi's favorite underwear. "The bishop is really something," he thought, "why does he stuff all sorts of things into my mouth?"

They really went to great lengths to keep him from making a sound.

"Your Excellency, you're going too far! I also have human rights until my suspicion is officially confirmed!"

“Excessive? No matter how excessive I am, it’s not as excessive as what you did to Seele! As for human rights, I am now officially stripping you of all your legal rights in my capacity as the Archbishop of Destiny.”

Theresa stood with her hands on her hips, staring at the man in the sack in front of her. She was going to give him a good talking-to in the room.

"Hei Xi is faking it... Your Excellency, please don't be fooled by her. I really didn't do anything." He had explained this to Theresa countless times.

However, the other party preferred to believe Miss Hei hope rather than believe the truth of the matter.

"Hmph, if you could act even half as vividly as Seele, I would believe your nonsense. But unfortunately, I don't see any sincerity in your eyes. Instead, it's all just excuses you've made up to clear your name."

"Anyway, Mei, Bronya, Airi, and Izumi will definitely come to save me once they find out..."

Xia Yuan muttered to himself, but the bishop's keen little ears still caught it.

"Pfft, how naive."

"I advise you to give up that idea as soon as possible. No one will come to save you. Haven't you realized it yet? The journey has been peaceful all along. It was your boss, Bronya, who sold you to me. We have a contract between us."

The bishop waved his small hand, as if trying to dissuade the other party from giving up.

Bronya never expected this.

While she was diligently searching for the two uninvited guests on the spaceship, Theresa betrayed her.

"So all of this was planned?"

He suddenly remembered that Bronya had asked the Herrscher of Domination to create a large number of games, and the only price was sacrificing his own happiness by spending one day a month with the Herrscher of Domination. But with so many game licenses being applied for, they would definitely need the approval of the Bishop.

The two secretly formed some kind of cooperative relationship behind his back.

"Hmph, you know it's good that you know it. Just come back to the Destiny Headquarters with me and accept your punishment. Based on your performance, I might be able to put in a good word for you with Seele and try to get her forgiveness."

As the head of the academy, how could she not see that Xi'er was faking it, and was just playing along to bring Xia Yuan back?

"Have you received Seele's forgiveness?"

If it were another Seele, given Seele's personality, would she need the bishop to plead for her? Well, they're all plotting against her.

Now that he's already laid his cards on the table, he's not going to pretend anymore.

It's time to keep our promise...

His gaze fell upon the large, bitter gourd-shaped bed in the center of the bedroom, and without hesitation, he lay down on it, along with the burlap sack wrapped around his body.

"What are you doing? That's my bed!"

Seeing the other person lying on her beloved bed, Theresa was furious. How could the other person have taken over her bed, and they hadn't even taken off the sack they were wearing?

"Of course I know this is your bed, Your Excellency, but have you forgotten our agreement? Who was it that wanted to take a nap with me?" Xia Yuan asked, lying on the bitter gourd-shaped bed.

"Of course I remember, but who, who said it has to be now?"

"So our Bishop wants to go back on his word. Sigh, even if he does, what can I do? After all, I'm just a common citizen, an ordinary person. What can the Bishop do even if he doesn't keep his promise...?"

Chapter 655 If you don't get up, I'll put my foot in your mouth!

"Who, who said I was going back on my word!"

“Yes, who said His Holiness the Bishop was going to back out? There was no such thing at all. On the contrary, I would lose my job at best, and be kicked out of the city at worst, to live with little Ellie and the remaining Honkai Beasts in the wild.” He continued to add.

Theresa's arched eyebrows involuntarily twitched upwards.

What exactly did the other person describe her to be? A villainous force of darkness—the ultimate villain of destiny? A boss hiding behind the scenes manipulating the entire world? She's not a grandfather!

"What do you take me for? I would never do such a thing, much less kick you out of the city. It's just a nap, fine, I'll take a nap!"

She hurriedly clarified the situation while also trying to prove herself to the other party.

The destiny she holds today is not the same as the one her grandfather used to control, where he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The destiny she holds now is to embrace a better future.

"Ahem... But before going to sleep, you wouldn't even call me by my name, always referring to me as 'Bishop.' I thought we were friends." Every time Theresa heard him address her like that, she felt a strange sense of shame, especially in front of everyone. "Bishop" would have been enough... Plus, he always seemed to think he was short.

"friend?"

Who would stuff him into a sack and carry him to the Moon Throne like a gangster? Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd done something wrong and was about to be thrown into the Sea of ​​Quanta to be fed to Sa.

But in order to lull the bishop to sleep, he still extended an invitation to him as if he were a friend.

"Theresa, come to sleep now~"

"Yes, that's right." The satisfied bishop nodded.

Being called by name always brings a special sense of relaxation; if I had to describe it, it feels like home. After a long day at work, coming home to someone waiting patiently in bed...

His Excellency the bishop slowly moved to the edge of the bitter gourd-shaped bed.

"Hey, what are you doing staring at me like that?"

"It's nothing really, I'm just curious, Theresa, you're wearing wool socks over your stockings. Don't you feel your feet getting stuffy when you walk around?"

"Hmph, you don't understand. The Valkyrie's adaptability is beyond your imagination."

Perhaps because His Holiness the bishop was in a good mood, they began to have a normal conversation, which was quite unusual.

But just as she was about to take off her white wool socks and climb into bed, the other person suddenly stretched out their arm, leaving her nowhere to put her feet. "You rascal, didn't you want to take a nap with me? How am I supposed to sleep if you don't move your arm?"

The two of them could have slept in the big, bitter gourd-shaped bed, but this guy had taken it all. No anger, no anger... She still needed him to keep his promise. After she finished sleeping and returned to the Destiny Headquarters, he would obediently abide by the agreement.

"If you don't move away, I'm going to put my foot in your mouth."

The bishop stood on the bed, seeing how concerned the other person had been, she assumed that if she simply brought her foot close to the other person's face, they would immediately run away. However, the result was beyond her expectations. The other person did not try to avoid her at all, but instead grabbed her ankle with their hand.

"Huh?!"

"Hey, put my foot down right now."

Xia Yuan ignored the bishop's words. Since the other party had offered her her foot, he had to give Theresa a foot massage that she would never forget. This was a skill he had specially learned in order to slack off.

"Wait, you, haha... No, stop it, stop tickling my feet!"

Theresa's silvery laughter echoed continuously in the bedroom.

The sensation that kept spreading from the soles of her feet throughout her body left her completely powerless to break free from the other person's grasp. She could only let him massage the soles of her feet. Half an hour passed, and although she hadn't fallen asleep yet, the bishop felt utterly exhausted.

"No, it won't work."

She covered her forehead with one hand, beads of sweat soaking the bed, her voice carrying an indescribable softness.

"Your Excellency, your right foot is massaged now. Please extend your left foot; it hasn't been massaged yet." The other person's words were like a devil's whisper. The moment Xia Yuan released her ankle, Theresa quickly pulled her right foot back.

No matter what she said, she wouldn't let the other person massage her other little foot anymore.

"No, stop pressing it... Now get your hands off and go to sleep!" Theresa urged breathlessly.

Xia Yuan was still feeling a little regretful that the bishop refused to massage the other little foot. If you're going to do it, do it all. A half massage will greatly reduce the effectiveness. But since Theresa wanted to sleep, he had no choice but to comply.

He gently patted the area under his arm.

"If you're going to take a nap, of course you should sleep in my arms. Come here, Your Excellency, I'm ready."

Seeing Xia Yuan's outstretched arms, Theresa's face, which was still warm from the previous day, flushed red again. "You, you rascal! I only promised to take a nap with you, who said I wanted to sleep in your arms!"

Theresa jumped off the bed with a whoosh, like a startled little animal.

Recalling how the other person had spent a long and arduous night embracing that girl named Little Gretsch in a sleeping bag, the bishop instinctively protected herself, thinking that her own size was similar to Little Gretsch's...

Could it be that from the very beginning, the other party had designs on her?!

Taking a nap with this man lying on the bitter gourd-shaped bed—what difference was there between that and walking right into a trap? She began to regret agreeing to his request.

"Your Excellency, but you didn't say I couldn't sleep in your arms. You agreed to it much more readily back then. Why are you scared now and want to back out?"

"But it's okay if I back down. Like Ellie, I'm just naturally unable to bear seeing girls cry. Even if Your Excellency doesn't take a nap with me, I'll still keep my promise. After all, I'm just an ordinary, unremarkable citizen..."

"Ugh, stop, stop, stop! You can't keep reading like that, I'm going to sleep, okay?"

Theresa held her head and covered her ears.

This villain was definitely provoking her on purpose, but as the headmistress and the Bishop of Destiny, she had to set an example and make the Valkyries take her as their role model.

Chapter 656 Fear? A mere bishop!

In order to ensure that everyone in Tianming could have sufficient vacation time, she went all out.

It's just taking a nap with this guy, fine, who's afraid of who? But just to be on the safe side, to prevent him from grabbing her little feet like before, Theresa moved her Judas to the edge of the headboard of the bitter gourd bed.

The golden cross exudes an awe-inspiring majesty.

What a Judas launcher!

"Ahem... Your Excellency, we were just taking a nap, there's no need to bring Judas over here, is there?"

"Hmph, what, scared? If you're scared, it's not too late to back out and offer other terms, like acquiring the Principles Studio? Becoming Bronya's boss." Theresa returned the words to the other party.

She hoped the other party would back down, so she offered Xia Yuan a condition that he couldn't refuse.

Bronya never imagined that while she was diligently helping Theresa capture the two stowaways who had secretly boarded the spaceship, they would not only betray her but also hand over the Principles Workshop to her incompetent subordinates.

After a trip to the moon, her studio was gone.

"Fear?"

The word "fear" simply doesn't exist in his vocabulary; a mere bishop is nothing to be afraid of.

However, the idea of ​​acquiring the Principle Studio was very tempting to him. After much thought, he realized that a trip to the moon would allow him to own the Principle Studio and have control over Bronya's life and death. But in the end, he shook his head and refused the conditions offered by His Holiness the Bishop.

"I'm sorry, Theresa, although your offer is very tempting, I must decline."

"Very well, it seems you agree... cough cough, refuse, refuse?! But according to my investigation, didn't you really want to become Bronya's boss? To have her work for you?"

Could it be that there was something wrong with the investigation report Rita gave her?

But the other party clearly seemed very interested at that moment... so how could they refuse the conditions she offered?

Theresa was a little curious: after being exploited by Bronya for so long, and even frequently running errands and picking up packages for her, which had nothing to do with work, how could Bronya refuse her requests?

"I'd like to ask, what are your reasons for refusing?"

"If I agree to your request, Theresa, and use the power of destiny to acquire the Principle Studio, I think YaYa would be very disappointed, right? After all, this is the place that holds her dreams, and it can't be measured by mere money."

"I never knew you had such a sincere side."

She put her hands on her hips, nodded with satisfaction, and revealed a look of relief. Her words had greatly changed Theresa's opinion of the man lying on her bitter gourd bed, and it was no wonder that her lovely students were attracted to him.

"In that case, I retract my previous decision."

"Huh?!?!"

Your Excellency, please at least let me finish what I have to say. At least, at least discuss it with Bronya first before talking about the acquisition plan... He didn't say he wouldn't agree, but it seems the other party has misunderstood something.

His plan to acquire the Principles Studio and become its boss was thus thwarted.

But at least he left a good impression on His Excellency the Bishop. "Well then, considering my sincerity, Your Excellency Theresa, could you please put your Judah launcher away and not leave it by your bedside?"

"Hmph, what do you know? I'm just doing this in case of emergency. If you do anything that goes against my principles while you're sleeping, then I'll unfold the Judas by the bedside. Do you understand?"

One yard owned by a yard.

Although what just happened did change her impression of her, it was also to prevent the other party from having any bad thoughts or ideas.

Xia Yuan did not respond.

He simply patted the bedding beside him with his little hand, as if to signal to His Excellency the bishop to lie down quickly, since hugging the crucifix all day was nothing compared to the comfort of a warm bed.

Perhaps it was out of caution from earlier.

Theresa didn't put her little feet on it first; instead, she tried to find a spot that wasn't occupied by the other person and sat down there.

But before her little bottom could even get warm...

Theresa felt a pair of warm, large hands tightly wrap around her waist from behind, which caused her to gasp in surprise and embarrassment. "You, you, you... do you know what you're doing? Take your hands off my waist!"

She kept wiggling her short legs, as if trying to escape.

But how could Xia Yuan let the bishop succeed? After all, the Judah launcher by the bed was only a step away from him. If he let the bishop escape, he would be the one to suffer later.

The opponent's small body concealed immense power.