Honkai: Strijder (Honkai Impact 3 Male MC)

Sigurd spent the night at the headquarters of Schicksal.

The room was of the elegant and minimalist type, without a hint of cheapness. There were not many decorations, but the bed was incredibly soft and comfortable. As soon as his head touched the pillow, a wave of drowsiness washed over him.

'The situation with the Oceania Schicksal Branch should have been resolved by now. With Welt as a backup, and the emergency communication line I left behind inactive, there shouldn't have been any issues. When I go back, I should prepare some rewards for Kiana and the others.'

'Unfortunately, being at the Schicksal headquarters, it's not safe to contact them directly.'

'Otto- That guy is surprisingly patient. He actually talked to me for most of the day. It seems like he's quite interested. Is it because of the novelty, or did I bring some new theoretical insights?'

'Durandal, truly one of Otto's future trump cards. She deserves special attention.'

'The headquarters of Schicksal... in my previous life, I never could have dreamed that I would transmigrate into this world, let alone spend the night in this place, in this capacity...'

After running through various thoughts in his mind, Sigurd finally closed his eyes and gradually cleared his thoughts.

It had been a whole day without that silly, food loving girl, and he hadn't even heard her say goodnight.

As Sigurd closed his eyes, he furrowed his brows slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable, but he could overcome it.

Finally, just before falling asleep, the blurry thought that crossed Sigurd's mind was: "I hope that little fool doesn't kick the blanket tonight."

...

"Achoo!"

Due to the time difference, the orphanage was about two hours ahead of Sigurd's time, but it had the same starry sky and night. Kiana sat on the rooftop, gazing at the moon, and suddenly sneezed.

"At night, the rooftop is cold. Bronya suggests you go back inside to sleep."

A clear, cold voice behind her, nearly devoid of any loli-like tone—if it weren't for the hint of a milky voice, she would have thought Sigurd had returned.

"...I want the one who say that to be Sigurd..."

Kiana pouted and muttered.

"According to Lord Welt's words, Sigurd's trip will be at least three to five days, or possibly a month. Right now, he won't be coming back."

"I know- but I can't help but worry! That's Otto we're talking about. Do you know what my old man is like now? And you're not unaware of it, are you?"

"You should trust Sigurd. If he dares to go, he must have his reasons."

"Yeah, I trust Sigurd- So, do you know where Sigurd hid the glowing sword thingy?"

Kiana turned her head and blinked at Bronya.

Bronya covered her face and shook her head, sighing:

"Ah. Sigurd hid the Judgement of Shamash before he left, probably to prevent you from doing something impulsive. What, do you still want to go to your death?"

"I'm not that stupid. Sigurd said a month, so I'll wait for him for a month. But if he doesn't come back in a month... whether there's the Shamash-thing or not, I'll go find him."

Bronya shook her head again and sat down beside Kiana, saying:

"Bronya doesn't know, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to tell you."

"Hmph! We're comrades, after all. She's not even giving me a tiny bit of face. So stingy~"

Kiana stuck her tongue out and then grumbled unhappily.

Bronya just looked at her, not angry, and her eyes, as clear as a pristine pool, even showed a rare gentleness. She said:

"Sin Mal is sitting in the living room, even asking me for permission to use the Black Armor. Both of you are the same. But getting anxious won't help. As you said, you still have a month. If you catch a cold now, how will you be able to help Sigurd later?"

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"Go downstairs. Bronya will make a late-night snack for you."

"Okay."

Kiana held out her hand, which Bronya reached out to. The two of them stood up together.

As Kiana was about to jump off the roof, she suddenly grabbed Bronya.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Well, Bronya, your hacking skills are pretty good, right?"

"Sigurd and Dr. Tesla have given Bronya lessons. To be honest, hacking into the systems of the Schicksal is also possible. Do you want me to check on Sigurd's condition?"

"Yeah- and there's another thing."

Kiana took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

Bronya tilted her head curiously and asked, "What else?"

"Well, could you help me check if my old man has any other important relatives or friends in the Schicksal?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Oh, come on, my old man's business is my business! He's still sleeping now, and he didn't tell me before, but I have to know why he insisted on infiltrating the Schicksal, right? If possible, I'd like to help him fulfill his wish before he wakes up."

Kiana said seriously.

Bronya felt something was off – why didn't she ask Sigurd about this? Wouldn't it be quicker and more accurate for him to investigate? But considering Kiana's character, it was normal for her to forget about it earlier, so there didn't seem to be any problem.

So, Bronya nodded and said, "No problem, Bronya will help you investigate."

"Great, thanks! I'll treat you to cake next time."

Kiana smiled.

Then, Bronya rubbed her arms, shivered slightly, and said expressionlessly, "If there's nothing else, you should go down. You're not cold, but Bronya is."

"Okay, okay."

...

The next day, sunlight streamed in through the window.

Unrelated to the local weather, the Sky City floated above the clouds, and no matter where you were, there was only one type of weather: sunny.

"Ah..."

He opened his eyes, exhaled, and welcomed a new day.

Then, he got up and turned to look at the bedside.

A black and white maid outfit, semi-transparent black stockings wrapping around long and slender thighs, a willow-waisted figure, full and tantalizing curves, and skin as fair as porcelain, a delicately exquisite face with a polite smile—she stood by the bed like this, in a humble posture, yet exuding an enchanting beauty.

"You look very good."

Sigurd wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes and calmly commented.

The young girl's smile became even softer, and she curtsied slightly, saying, "It's my honor, Lord Sigurd."

"So, Miss Rita, tell me, why are you standing by my bedside?"

"Under the orders of the Archbishop, I, Rita, will be responsible for your daily life starting today, until the departure of Lord Sigurd. If there are any shortcomings, I would appreciate it if Lord Sigurd could point them out. And please, just call me Rita, Lord Sigurd."

Rita spoke warmly, with a gentle smile and a naturally charming voice, making one feel comfortable even in the early morning.

Sigurd lifted the blanket, not showing any surprise. He didn't act like an embarrassed little boy who would easily blush and become flustered. He casually asked:

"Considering your performance yesterday and your attire, have you received maid training? Is it part of the Valkyrie education in the Schicksal's ranks?"

"Because during missions, we need to face various environments, so in addition to the regular combat training, we have various other types of skill courses. The maid course is just one of the minor ones. Due to my interest and the responsibility of taking care of Lady Durandal, I chose the maid course and graduated with top marks. According to the standards of the Schicksal, I have the level of a professional advanced maid. I hope I won't disappoint Lord Sigurd."

Rita replied with a well-mannered smile, showing neither surprise at Sigurd's ignorance in this regard nor any hint of embarrassment or conceit. She maintained a humble and elegant demeanor throughout.

Sigurd nodded and then with a stern face said:

"Then help me change. I'd like an Asian-style breakfast, as for country... I heard one of Otto trump card is a fighter from Shenzou, so let's go with that, and if you can make it, give it a try. It's a good opportunity to test your culinary skills."

"I will do as you wish, Lord Sigurd!"

Rita bowed and then skillfully helped Sigurd change out of his robe into a robe that was quite similar, about seventy percent, to Archbishop Otto's attire.

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