Everyone, 〈???〉
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While the barrage was still mourning for Otto, Fu Lin looked at Kiana☆ in his arms.
Her soft white hair rested gently against her fair neck, rising and falling slightly with each breath.
Those usually bright eyes had unknowingly closed, her cheeks puffed out as though she were secretly eating something delicious in her dreams, her whole being as beautiful as a painting.
Fu Lin thought for a moment, then whispered, "Mm, the content regarding Otto's death has been fully played. Next, let us..."
With that, Fu Hua clicked on a video. The title flashed before everyone's eyes-[Otto and Kallen's Married Life].
Kallen's cheeks flushed red,
Otto, upon seeing the title, was struck as though by a current of electricity. His fists clenched involuntarily, and his heart pounded violently in his chest as if to break free,
Tesla,
Yet, seeing Otto's extreme reaction, Fu Lin's delight was satisfied. The corners of his lips curled upward slightly, and she quickly announced,
"See you next time. This concludes today's Q&A livestream. Goodbye."
As soon as his words fell, the stream went black instantly.
Everyone stared blankly, eyes blinking in confusion, as if they hadn't yet caught up with Fu Lin's pace.
Otto stood up and gazed at the dark screen, his eyes filled with grievance, like a forsaken blonde widow.
At that moment, Kallen walked to his side, gently took his hand, and then rose on her tiptoes to softly pat his head. A smile as warm as spring sunlight bloomed on her face as she spoke tenderly,
"All right, my great inventor. I don't think Mr. Fu Lin did it on purpose. There's still plenty of time. Why don't you come with me for a stroll."
Hearing this, Otto coughed lightly, then said with slight resentment, "Kallen, didn't you see that mischievous grin of his? I'd bet anything he did it on purpose."
Kallen smiled helplessly, "No matter what, his appearance changed the course of our lives, didn't it?"
Otto sighed deeply and said, "That's true..."
....
Meanwhile, on the other side, Rita stood quietly, watching with anticipation as Durandal slowly opened the Homu chest before her, wondering what item might appear.
Just as the chest opened, a dazzling golden light burst forth. A magnificent knight's lance appeared fully before Durandal and Rita.
As the golden glow faded, the lance seemed to lose its power and fell straight to the ground, embedding itself into the floor, awaiting someone destined to draw it forth.
At this moment, information about the weapon appeared before them,
[The Spear of Radiance at the End (Herrscher Version), Forged from thirteen different Herrscher cores. Though bound by thirteen restraints limiting its true power, it remains a spear that shines with starlight to the farthest ends,
(Warm tip, Pairing it with a mount might yield unexpected effects~)
(Danger tip, Please be cautious when pulling out, the ahoge on top of your head~)]
Durandal scratched her head, puzzled by the last line. She turned to Rita and asked, "Rita, do I have an ahoge on my head?"
Rita looked up, then gently shook her head, replying, "Lady Durandal, your hair is neat and tidy. There is no ahoge on your head."
"Then it must have something to do with this weapon."
Saying this, Durandal walked to the holy lance, her eyes fixed on the mysteriously glowing weapon. Slowly, she extended her hand and grasped the hilt.
She took a deep breath, then pulled hard, drawing the lance from the floor in one swift motion.
In that instant, a powerful gale erupted, swirling around Durandal and quickly wrapping her within a dazzling silver cocoon of light.
As the winds gradually subsided, Durandal's figure reemerged.
Now, her upper body was clad in gleaming silver armor, flashing with a cold brilliance, fitting her curves perfectly as though tailor-made.
Her lower body was covered by a flowing blue knight's cloak, drifting with the wind, appearing both graceful and spirited.
Yet most striking of all was the elegant ahoge now sprouting atop her head, swaying ceaselessly in the breeze.
At this moment, Durandal's resemblance to Artoria reached 99%.
Rita, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but blush. Covering her mouth in astonishment, she softly exclaimed, "Lady Durandal, right now you look not only like a knight, but like a dignified king~"
"Is that so?" Hearing Rita's praise, Durandal's lips curved into a faint smile.
She walked to a dressing mirror, rested one hand on her waist, and admired herself in a valiant pose. With a casual flick of her long hair, she seemed quite pleased with her new appearance.
Suddenly, Durandal turned to Rita, her voice brimming with eager excitement, "Rita, how about a sparring session to stretch our muscles?"
Clearly, having just gained new strength, Durandal could no longer suppress the urge to test her abilities in battle.
"Of course, Lady Durandal~"
Along the way, Durandal's tall figure and resplendent armor drew the attention of many Valkyries.
They gazed at her, their faces tinged with blush, exclaiming in awe from time to time.
Yet, whenever their eyes fell on Rita, that warm smile of hers sent a shiver down their spines.
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Moments later, the training room was quiet.
Only the slightly heavy sound of Durandal's breathing lingered in the air. Sitting on a bench, she gripped a water bottle tightly, gulping down mouthfuls as she tried to calm her rapid breaths.
Sweat dripped from her forehead, soaking her hair, but her gaze never left the lance resting nearby.
"Huff... This weapon is powerful, but I still can't unleash its full strength. It seems I'll need much more training to be worthy of this power."
"My mission is to protect. This strength is not just my reliance, but a weapon to safeguard everyone. I must keep growing stronger, so I won't fail their expectations."
Rita approached with a tray of desserts. Hearing Durandal's words, she smiled gently, "Lady Durandal, you must also take care to balance work and rest. Only with proper rest can you be in the best state for training~"
She spoke softly, setting the desserts on a nearby table with graceful, practiced movements.
Durandal nodded slightly, her gaze still on the lance, her mind seemingly lingering on the fierce clash she'd just had with Rita.
"Rita, your use of that power has become ever more refined. Each sparring session teaches me something new."
Durandal said sincerely.
Rita smiled warmly, her eyes filled with joy and gentleness, "To be able to provide Lady Durandal with opportunities for honing her skills is Rita's honor."
She tidied up Durandal's slightly messy hair, then picked up a piece of dessert and held it to her lips, "Lady Durandal, let us enjoy this treat first."
Durandal looked at Rita, then ate the dessert she offered, a satisfied expression on her face as she said, "Rita, it's truly wonderful to have you by my side."
A blush crept onto Rita's face as she teased with a smile, "Is Lady Durandal confessing to Rita?"
Durandal froze for a moment at her words, staring at Rita's smiling face.
Thinking she was only joking, Durandal quickly returned to her usual composure and elegance, quietly finishing her dessert.
Rita, "..."