"What... what do you want to talk to me abou-mmph..."
The white-haired fluffball's voice sounded trembling to Sirin, like the ancient Shenzhou instrument, the guzheng, producing notes of varying pitch as the player plucked it.
Interesting! Truly interesting!
A brilliant smile instantly blossomed on her exquisite face, as vibrant as finding her favorite flower.
What does this powerless Herrscher like?
This question required no thought to answer. It was undoubtedly to take revenge on this world for the darkness and hatred that gave birth to her!
Now that she had lost all her power, she had almost lost all opportunity for revenge.
But tonight... she had found it!
A chance to get back at Kiana!
After being bent over together in the same body so many times, and even being pushed out to take the fall by this rude white-haired fluffball countless times, how could the Herrscher of the Void not know what Kiana was doing behind that door?
That man who had bent them over so many times had said he was horny after a full dinner and was going back to be intimate with his other wives.
But in reality, this guy had returned after leaving, sneaking into the mansion while the three of them were resting in separate rooms, and was now doing as he pleased with Kiana.
She could already picture it.
Even not being a man, Sirin could imagine how attractive it would be for a man to see a usually carefree and boisterous beautiful girl adopt a shy demeanor at such a time.
It was almost as appealing as your bro turning into a girl and letting you have some fun first!
Most importantly, they were only separated by a door right now. Sirin couldn't imagine how nervous Kiana must be.
It was almost irresistible!
In order to stall for as long as possible, and also to get back at Kiana as much as possible, Sirin started looking for a topic. "Kiana, I've thought about what you said during the day."
Starting with such a deep topic?
Kiana gripped the door with both hands, her fingers almost like a bear's claws, carving deep marks into the wood.
But she couldn't!
She couldn't lose this fig leaf!
If she did, she would be mocked by Sirin for the rest of her life, and she would never be able to hold her head high again.
"You... you've figured it out?" the snow-haired girl managed to reply.
"Of course not."
Her mood, along with her heart, went on a rollercoaster ride, making Kiana sigh a little.
This topic had hit a nerve, but then this woman's next sentence pulled back to the edge to tease her, like a demon playing with people's hearts.
Truly a heart-playing demon!
"So what are you thinking?"
Kiana took the initiative, guiding the topic to a suitable point, looking for an opportune moment to delve into Sirin's heart and see what her good sister was really thinking.
Everything was mutually understood, and the Herrscher of the Void was happy with that.
She wanted to see how far this stupid white-haired fluffball could go without her help.
Choosing her words carefully, Sirin explained her thoughts. "You're right, I can never give up on Cecilia, no matter what."
"I admit that woman has left an indelible mark on my heart. Even if I don't want to admit she's our mother, I don't think you'd acknowledge it either."
A few words made Kiana overjoyed, feeling as if her good sister's words had struck a chord in her heart.
This girl was finally willing to tell the truth and reveal her inner thoughts. Her special methods had not been in vain.
"Then what do you think of Durandal?"
"Hah." With a cold laugh, Sirin leaned against the wall, letting her snow-white hair fall from her smooth shoulders. "What does that woman have to do with us?"
"She is she, Cecilia is Cecilia."
In short, Cecilia was the mother she acknowledged, but Durandal, that big-chested, big white goose, had nothing to do with them.
Cecilia's daughter was a daughter, but not their sister.
In a sense, this woman Durandal was even their competitor.
"Is that so..."
The somewhat impersonal words made Kiana feel that Sirin's thoughts were a bit cold, like the cold door panel pressed against her.
But this hot-and-cold attitude was a great improvement from before. Completely changing her mind was not a dream.
The topic deepened again. Kiana rolled her eyes and gathered her courage. "And what about... him?"
"What's your opinion?"
A single pronoun ignited the flames.
"Despicable! Shameless! Lewd! Vile!"
"If that guy appeared in front of me, I would have to tear him to shreds, or else the hatred in my heart will never be resolved!" Sirin cursed, which was enough to show the extent of her anger.
She, the great Queen of the Void, had never suffered such humiliation in her life.
She wanted to beat up Kiana and got stripped naked by that guy; she wanted to destroy indiscriminately and got beaten to her knees by that guy; she wanted to resist his atrocities and almost got herself killed...
Even Cecilia had never hit her like that. She had never been so wronged!
But Kiana, behind the door, only heard the anger.
With the topic reaching such a fever pitch, she no longer had the mental capacity to think about anything else.
She subconsciously replied, "Really? I'll have him come see you right away."
Sirin: "..."
She didn't dare to make a sound.
Meeting that man at this time and in this place would clearly mean one thing—Get fucked!
She didn't want to become a shameless woman like Kiana.
"Hmph!" Sirin could only snort coldly. "That won't be necessary."
She could almost imagine this girl smirking behind the door.
"In any case, no matter what you say, I will never forgive that guy in my life. Never!"
Before the firm words were even finished, the sound of a second door opening came from the corridor.
A tall figure walked out from another room, looking somewhat helplessly at Sirin in the hallway.
"Kiana, Sirin, although I don't mind you two staying up late, shouldn't you consider my sleep schedule?"
Under the increasingly bright moonlight from the window, Sirin could clearly see the details on this woman.
Under her silk pajamas, her fair skin had a jade-white luster in the soft moonlight; her tall figure created alluringly graceful curves, and her full chest and hips made even another woman's eyes turn.
Most importantly, this woman was only wearing a silk nightgown, completely unguarded.
"Hmph!" Sirin remained silent, merely snorting coldly.
Just Cecilia's daughter, not worthy of any good face from her.
Kiana's voice came from behind the door, "Big Sis, Sirin is a bit tsundere, don't take it to heart."
"Who's a tsundere!?"
"I know, this little sister's personality is the complete opposite of yours. We all need to work on getting along." A true Kaslana never takes other people's words to heart.
Durandal never listened to what others said, only what they did.
The current Herrscher of the Void had undoubtedly changed a lot compared to before. Perhaps her loss of power was a factor, but that change in attitude was happening quietly.
But speaking of which...
"Kiana, why does your voice sound a little strange?"
"Does i-MMMPH!!!-t?"
"See, isn't it getting stranger?" With that, Durandal's hand was already on the doorknob, wanting to go in and see what had happened to her little sister.
One hand acted first, blocking her move.
"It's nothing, Kiana is just playing a game by herself."
How could she let someone ruin such a perfect stage for revenge on Kiana?
Sirin could hardly imagine how nervous Kiana must be inside, with both her and Durandal standing outside the door.
And looking at this woman's clueless expression...
'Could she still be a virgin?'
"Playing a game by herself?" Durandal was worried. "I should still go in and check. Kiana's condition is a bit strange."
One sentence made Kiana inside suck in a cold breath.
With her big sister's strength, if she pushed the door open, she would really be stabbed in the heart.
Physically!
It's fine for them to know about this kind of thing privately, but it absolutely cannot be exposed in the open!
The snow-haired, blue-eyed girl braced herself against the door and, gritting her teeth, said, "Durandal, don't force me, or I'll do anything!"
Durandal: "Kiana, you don't force me either. If you push me too far, I can do anything too!"
"Then go make Sirin a midnight snack!"
"..." When the first and second in command fight, the third suffers.
Sirin only had one thought in her mind right now... There's always a treacherous commoner trying to harm me!
A Kaslana's cooking is almost equivalent to poison!
Barbecued ingredients burned black and reddish, black unidentified viscous substances, purple hazy smoke...
All of these were masterpieces Sirin was aware of.
Back then, Kiana had swallowed frozen dumplings because her own cooking was so bad, which led to her getting entangled with the personal cook Raiden Mei, who had not yet been defiled by the Inner World Protagonist.
"No need, I'm not hungry!"
Bang—!
To avoid becoming a victim of poison, the girl chose to return to her room and sleep it off.
When in doubt, sleep on it. If one sleep doesn't work, sleep again.
"Is that it?"
Durandal was clueless.
She stared at Kiana's door for a moment, her slightly trembling ears seeming to hear the noises Kiana was making behind it.
Don't think she doesn't know anything. It's just that because of certain more important matters, she has chosen to turn a blind eye to these things.
After all...
Who isn't a normal human who has secretly read forbidden manga under the covers?
Of course, if this shameless man dared to rush into her room, she, a Celestial, would definitely have Krishna run this guy over, to give him the punishment he deserved.
"Hmph! Vile!"
Back to her room, change clothes, sleep!
Future matters can be dealt with in the future.
Considering that this bastard had started to bring them and Sirin closer, she would let this man who snuck in at night go for now.
Durandal closed her eyes and went to sleep.
And all living beings, also entered the dreamland tonight.
Stigma Project, activate!
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Slap—!
The quantum monster shattered before her eyes like a bubble, leaving no trace in this world.
"I didn't expect to revisit this place after just one night in Kiana's room."
"Yeah, so can you take your hand off me, you guy?"
Bronya's voice was like a cold wind from Siberia, and her delicate little face looked exceptionally cold in the strange environment of the Sea of Quanta.
She woke up, and her Herrscher authority was gone; her Herrscher authority was gone, and the Inner World Protagonist who had found her had groped his way into her skirt.
If it weren't for the fact that this guy was her and her sisters' lover, Bronya would have had Project Bunny send him to the western paradise with a cannonball long ago.
"Sorry, sorry." The black-haired youth awoke as if from a dream and released the lovely girl he was holding tightly. "I searched for a long time in this godforsaken place before I found you, so I was a little excited."
"I can't help it, Bronya, you're just too beautiful."
Sweet talk came naturally to him.
Although she already knew this man's unreliable personality and that he was a master at coaxing women.
But Bronya couldn't help but smile at such praise. "I know, we should get down to business now."
No one can refuse a compliment from their sweetheart, especially a man who has left his mark on her body.
A woman adorns herself for the one who pleases her; this is a woman's nature.
Even Bronya was no exception.
"Alright, tell me what's going on now. How did we suddenly end up in the Sea of Quanta?"
"The reason is simple. The Stigma Project has been activated. The Stigma awakeners have received their tickets to the new era and have been sent to the moon. We troublesome Herrschers, of course, have been thrown into the Sea of Quanta."
"Then what about our Herrscher authorities?"
Herrscher authority was the foundation of everyone's survival, especially for Bronya.
Raiden Mei and Kiana still had their Stigmas to use, Elysia herself was a powerful MANTIS, and the guy next to her was the unfathomable Inner World Protagonist.
Only she, after losing her Herrscher authority, had become that ordinary Slavic girl, unable to do anything in this unprecedentedly chaotic situation.
Her once-proud killing techniques were now just child's play here.
Faced with this question, the black-haired youth chose to answer with his actions.
A gentle warmth spread over Bronya's body. The familiar feeling made Bronya realize the power this guy was using.
"This is... the power of the Herrscher of Death? You've recovered?"
The youth Brian chuckled. "Of course, with my relationship with Class President, I found a solution immediately and lifted the restrictions the Stigma Project placed on me."
Bronya: "..."
Class President...
Alright, as someone who hadn't shared a bed with Fu Hua, she found it hard to imagine the usually stern Fu Hua with a bashful expression.
Perhaps, given her personality, she would just lie on her stomach, biting a pillow and not making a sound.
After all, that kind of thing was indeed quite shameful for her.
But none of that mattered now. The top priority was to restore her Herrscher authority and gain the power to stop the Stigma Project.
"How do we remove it? Can we remove it completely? It seems you're still missing one Herrscher authority?"
"It's simple. We have a big fight, get your spirit excited to the peak, and you'll naturally be able to break through the restraints placed on your spirit."
"As for the authority of the Herrscher of Reason, I will naturally make your godmother pay the price."
The pink Honeysuckle Crest glowed on the girl's lower abdomen. The marvelous scenery in the Sea of Quanta made Bronya feel as if she were being intimate with this man in an open field.
Exciting! So exciting!
"Then... hurry up!"
The girl with dazed starry eyes didn't pay attention to the last sentence the man said, only thinking that this guy's brain had been muddled by some white pulp that had appeared from nowhere, and was now fantasizing about some impossible rice bowl.