Honkai: Strijder (Honkai Impact 3 Male MC)

"Hiss~"

"It's really cold today!"

Cocolia leaned against the leg of a Titan mech, rubbing her arms.

Raiden Ryoma adjusted his glasses, glanced at her mysterious lines squeezed out of two white snowballs exposed to the cold wind, and said coldly, "If you paid attention to modesty, you wouldn't be so cold."

Cocolia rolled her eyes.

"I'm good-looking, and I'm willing to show it off. What does it have to do with you? By the way, which man was constantly peeking at my breast just now? What's wrong? without the little lad around you, your true nature is starting to show?"

"... I disdain arguing with someone like you."

"I know you're still harboring a grudge about your daughter. I won't bother to argue about whether what I did is wrong or not. After all, I'm also a person with a daughter, I understand your feelings."

"Well…. Hard to admit, but you are qualified to be a mother, so thanks I guess."

Ryoma shook his head helplessly.

He had been at the orphanage for some time.

Cocolia's treatment of those children and how the children respected and liked Cocolia was evident to him.

Sometimes, even his daughter Mei would show a hint of envy.

She lost her mother early, and Raiden Ryoma himself, due to work and feeling of guilt, usually had a relatively stiff and indifferent relationship with her—Raiden Mei missed her mother, making Ryoma feel guilty and distressed, yet helpless.

In the moment Ryoma lost focus, Cocolia suddenly asked,

"By the way, do you know who we're waiting for?"

"Hm? I have no idea."

"Weird, it's not the return of the Alliance Leader. Who could have such a grand entrance that Sigurd sent both of us out? "

"It's just because there are no better candidates. The base is short-handed, and there are even fewer adults. Only the two of us are suitable to greet guests."

Raiden Ryoma replied indifferently, also feeling a bit puzzled.

However, he respected the two girls, Einstein and Tesla, and also respected Sigurd, who initiated the important conversation. He had no objections to assisting them.

While the two were talking, at the end of their sight, in the depths of the snowy plain where flakes were falling, a team gradually appeared.

Giant white mechs and the iconic Valkyrie squad made the expressions of the two serious.

"Hey, what do you think? Enemy or guest? Should we prepare for a fight?"

Cocolia stared at the approaching team and made combat-ready gestures to the Titan units around her.

The originally still Titan units showed slight movements and changed their appearance slightly.

From the quiet silence, a chilling danger emanated.

After hesitating for a moment, Raiden Ryoma shook his head.

"I think they are guests. If they were enemies, Mr. Sigurd's drones wouldn't be completely unresponsive."

Raiden Ryoma referred to Sigurd as "Mr."

In the culture of the Far East, there has always been an extreme admiration for strength. Ryoma recognized Sigurd's high thinking and technological prowess, adhering to the principle of respecting the superior, and called Sigurd "Mr." to show his respect.

Cocolia nodded, didn't say anything, but also didn't let the Titan units lower their guard.

As the team approached, it eventually stopped dozens of steps in front of the two.

Hera jumped lightly from the top of the supply box and landed in the snow.

Then, she tiptoed, her emerald eyes scanning around, seemingly looking through Raiden Ryoma and Cocolia, as well as the well-organized Titan units, searching for someone.

After a while, seemingly not finding the target, she stopped the action with a bit of disappointment, and with a touch of resentment, she said:

"I thought Sigurd would personally come out to greet me. Really, it's so disappointing, not respecting me at all! I must have a good talk with him!"

"Cough cough! Excuse me, are you Mr. Sigurd's guest?"

Cocolia politely inquired, using the title of "Mr." for Sigurd, consciously putting herself in the camp of Sigurd's lackeys.

It seemed that this young lady had a good relationship with Sigurd. By establishing her own camp, she probably wouldn't easily let Schicksal mechs and Valkyries hammer her, right?

Cocolia nodded in her mind, silently praising her own cleverness.

"I am–oh! Almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Hera Schariac, Sigurd's dear friend. Dear Executors, greetings."

Hera lightly lifted her long dress, performing a graceful noblewoman's courtesy, like a dignified princess stepping out of a movie.

Rita timely appeared behind her.

Though she was an escort, she looked more like an advanced personal maid, further highlighting Hera's extraordinary nobility.

'Schariac!?'

Cocolia and Ryoma, as someone who has been dealing with the supernatural side of the world, know the significant meaning behind this name.

They exchanged glances, then stepped aside, gesturing left and right, creating a clear passage, allowing Hera and her entourage to proceed.

Clap!

Unexpectedly, Hera clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention.

She then addressed the Valkyrie squad escorting her:

"All right, your mission is done, you can go back now. Rita, stay behind and take care of me."

At the same time, the silver-white Schicksal mech unit turned around, slowly floated up, and then soared into the sky, quickly disappearing.

The Valkyries looked at each other. They hadn't expected this turn of events.

However, the highest command they received for this mission was to obey Hera's every arrangement, even if it meant sacrificing themselves.

So, after a brief hesitation, all the Valkyries saluted in unison, pounding their chests, and said:

"Yes!"

Soon, only the automated transport vehicle carrying supplies, along with Hera and Rita, two elegantly different style young ladies, remained.

Cocolia and Raiden Ryoma both sighed in relief.

Anyway, Hera's cooperation eliminated some awkwardness and tension.

...

About ten minutes later, Hera entered the living room and met Sigurd.

At this moment, Sigurd was lazily lying on the table, as boneless as if he had no bones, emitting a gloomy atmosphere.

"Hmm..."

Although Hera had anticipated it, Sigurd's appearance still intrigued her.

A mischievous idea began to stir in her mind.

Hera's eyes turned cat-like. In full view of everyone, she lifted her skirt and approached Sigurd from behind, as if she were an elegant princess from a movie.

"Stop!"

A white little hand extended, making a pushing gesture, blocking Hera in front.

"Who are you, and why are you looking for Sig?"

Kiana asked with narrowed eyes.

Although she was meeting the lady for the first time, and despite being a very beautiful big sister, Kiana couldn't generate any favorable feelings toward her.

Instead, she had an inexplicable urge to kick Hera's pretty face with her foot.

Then, Sigurd raised his head, turned in another direction, and lay there.

His gloomy dead-fish eyes stared at Hera without moving.

Tch!

Hera realized that her mischief had failed and shook her head helplessly.

"Ara~ long time no see, my good friend. How did you become like this? It makes me feel so sorry for you!"

"...Where is the Soulium?"

Sigurd asked blankly, showing no hint of surprise.

Hera's smile stiffened, feeling stupefied at the lack of expected response that a young healthy male would usually have.

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