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"Lixue! My Lixue, wahhh..."
"Fuxi! My Fuxi, wahhh..."
"Nuwa! My Nuwa, wahhh..."
The one alternately embracing three embarrassed girls nearby, wailing uncontrollably, was undoubtedly Senti.
As Fu Hua's alternate personality, Senti inherited every ounce of affection and longing Fu Hua felt for these three without deviation.
Even Fu Hua, typically reserved with her emotions, had collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed by tears upon their reunion. Naturally, given how difficult it is for Senti to control her feelings, she completely broke down, barely resembling herself anymore.
Though somewhat awkward, as Fu Hua held the Book of Fuxi and watched the four figures huddled together, her eyes overflowed with tenderness.
This scene was once unimaginable in Fu Hua's wildest dreams, yet now it had become reality.
"Um, Fu... Shi, right? You can cry all you want, but please don't wipe your snot on me!"
The one complaining with a lively, slightly childish tone was a black-haired girl with red eyes dressed in dark attire, adorned by a long, crimson serpent—her name is Nuwa, also known as the Goddess Nuwa from Shenzhou's mythology.
"Sigh, Nuwa, try to understand. It's rare to see Fu Hua like this, don't you find it quite amusing?" The response carried a hint of coolness but not indifference; rather, it conveyed a profound sense of languor. This girl had blue eyes and black hair, clad in white garments similar to Danzhu's, accompanied by a white serpent—she is Fuxi, named after the mythological figure from Shenzhou, Emperor Fuxi.
"Um... Master, please calm down. Lixue is back now, no need to cry..."
Despite being clearly the youngest among them, Cheng Lixue, with her slender waist and long legs, appeared the most mature and composed. Her deep gray eyes matched her lengthy hair. She gently patted Senti's back, exuding both helplessness and tenderness, attempting to soothe this unfamiliar "other master." However, her efforts seemed to have little effect.
While the Taixuan Mountain group continued wailing on one side, the silver-haired mother-daughter duo had already started their meal on the other.
"Durandal, I'm not sure what your favorite foods are, but as someone who exercises so much, it's always good to have more protein. Is that okay?"
"Thank you, Mom...Mom..." Durandal enunciated each syllable of this word slowly. As Cecilia's eyes sparkled with warmth, Durandal blushed and lowered her head.
"Kiana, would you like a drumstick too? Or is there something else you prefer?"
"Well, umm...I...I actually am not your...your..."
"Regardless of whether you're Sirin's continuation or the Kiana recognized by both Siegfried and Theresa, you are still my daughter. Unless, do you not want me to be your mom?"
"No way! Absolutely not!" Kiana fervently responded.
Cecilia gently caressed Kiana's face. Bathed in the warmth of maternal love, Kiana also bowed her head, eating absent-mindedly just like Durandal. Unable to contain herself, she burst out laughing.
"Heh heh he..."
"Silly child, focus on your food!"
"Yes! M-mom...mommy..."
Kiana hesitantly repeated this title aloud, her eyes welling with tears.
Perhaps this indescribable sense of melancholy stemmed not only from Kiana herself but also from Sirin deep within her soul?
In any case, except for Siegfried—who was out on a combat mission with Kevin—today marked the first time the entire Kaslana family had reunited.
Watching Theresa rest her chin on her hands and beam goofily at the heartwarming scene unfolding across the table, Himeko couldn't help rolling her eyes.
"Snap out of it—you're starting to look like some creepy stalker, you silly headmaster."
"Himeko, you just don't understand—it's Cecilia! Eheh! Ehee!"
"I might not understand, but I recall someone sobbing earlier today about being best friends forever. Yet, you've never shown me such heartfelt affection before... Seems our bond is nothing more than empty words to you!"
"Himeko! Why do you have to mess with my emotions right now?!" Theresa stopped giggling, turning her head to glare at Himeko with an irritated expression.
And promptly found a piece of meat stuffed into her mouth by Himeko.
"Mmph!"
"Just eat your food! We'll have plenty of time together later since everyone's here. Don't waste this delicious meal."
"Himeko!"
"Principal, as Saint Freya's representative, you must maintain your image while out and about. After all, any embarrassment you bring reflects on me too!" Himeko chided with a grin, teasing Theresa as she gradually regained her composure.
Rolling her eyes, Theresa continued chewing while casting a warm smile at the mother-daughter trio across from her.
Indeed, Cecilia was here now; what rush could there be? Yet this scene felt so idyllic it seemed like a dream, making her reluctant to miss even a glimpse of it.
Dinner concluded amidst a peculiar yet joyous atmosphere.
The Taixuan Mountain group departed early, eager to share their yearning sentiments and deepen master-disciple bonds.
Cecilia bid farewell to Zeke, holding Kiana and Durandal by the hand, before leaving alongside Theresa. They undoubtedly had much to discuss throughout the night.
Others, overwhelmed by the barrage of revelations, harbored various thoughts: some moved by these reunions, others pondering Cecilia referring to Durandal as her daughter, and a few finding it all quite intriguing—Mobius, for instance, brimming with curiosity. Eventually, they all took their leave.
As for Zeke, he returned to his bedroom alone—a rare moment of respite—to indulge in a relaxing bath without company tonight.
"Whew—"
Zeke submerged himself in the warm water and let out a soft sigh, suddenly realizing it had been quite some time since he simply enjoyed a relaxing bath here.
Previously, his nighttime soaks often involved vigorous activities, eventually leading them to end up on the sofa, balcony, desk, or bed instead. The peaceful relaxation of bathing was entirely lost amidst those escapades.
"Ah, today let's just soak and head to bed early." The individual who rarely needed sleep sighed contentedly, leaning against the edge of the bath and closing his eyes peacefully.
However, this tranquility was short-lived as a petite and adorable girl entered naked, pushed open the door, stepped into the bath, and snuggled close to Zeke.
"Blo...Sin?!?"
The distinct sweet fruity scents, different softness, and body warmth startled the fully relaxed Zeke, causing him to instantly open his eyes.
"Zeke? Good evening, Sin wants a hug!"
"...Get out."
"But... Zeke, I'm sixteen years old now..."
Zeke fell silent, studying Sin's anxious yet hopeful flushed face. Suddenly, he realized why Bronya hadn't taken advantage of Kiana's absence to gain favor with him.
So that's what it was all about!
Zeke covered his face with a long sigh.
"Sigh! You're still too young, go back."
"But... Zeke, do you not like Sin?" Tears glistened in Sin's eyes as she looked at Zeke with a pitiful helplessness.
Bronya had received similar affection at this age, and Sin believed she deserved it too. She even sought Bronya's opinion beforehand, receiving approval before approaching Zeke's room.
Feeling exasperated, Zeke gently rubbed her head.
"Anyway, it's not the right time yet."
"But Zeke promised Sin..."
"I promised you that after two more years!"
"But Bronya also became sixteen and...and...was ready then!"
Sin was usually very obedient, but on this occasion, faced with the long-awaited opportunity to deepen her intimacy with Zeke, she displayed unwavering determination.
Zeke felt even more torn.
On one hand, today had been eventful—just as Kiana finally experienced the motherly love she always yearned for, indulging himself here would fill him with guilt. On the other hand... Sin hadn't fully matured yet, and he genuinely didn't want to engage in something akin to a criminal act!
Seeing Zeke's weary resistance, Sin, unusually defiant, puffed out her cheeks. Catching him off guard, she submerged her face underwater.
"Sin...ahh! Who taught you this?!"
Well, who else could have imparted such knowledge to Sin if not that little devil Bronya?
Underwater, Sin remained silent, emitting only peculiar muffled sounds.
Zeke watched the delicate, snow-white movements beneath the surface with a grim expression. Reluctantly acknowledging his feelings, he couldn't help but be stirred by the sight.
As for what happened next, one could only say—Kiana, I'm sorry; indeed, he was truly a scumbag!