"(¯﹃¯)Zzz～～"
The scene takes place in Kiana's room, where Kiana is sprawled over her desk, a small patch of drool wetting the exam paper beneath her.
The electronic door silently opens, and Sigurd walks in at a leisurely pace.
Seeing the scene before him, he sighs and rubs his forehead.
"At least make it look like you're thinking seriously," he murmurs, shaking his head in exasperation.
With a casual wave of his hand, a thin blanket floats down from above, gently draping over Kiana.
Then, he picks up a nearby math and physics exam paper, flipping through it. A faint smile appears on his face.
"Ninety-five points. Not detailed enough in the numerical calculations, and one conclusion is wrong… Really, you talk about wanting to be a moon goddess and go to the moon, yet you make mistakes in Earth-moon gravity field calculations. It leaves me speechless," Sigurd mutters to himself, his ear suddenly twitching.
"Kill...kill you...die...go die..."
The thin blanket Sigurd had just placed on Kiana flies off in a ripple of invisible force, hitting the ground already half-corroded. It is clear evidence of Honkai energy at work.
Sigurd's gaze darkens as he observes this.
This was the third time this month.
The first occurrence, or rather the first time Sigurd noticed these symptoms, was three months ago… and to this day, Kiana has never mentioned anything about it to him.
"Mm…"
Kiana wakes up, her eyes opening with a few traces of confusion.
By this time, Sigurd has already had the worker drones retrieve and deal with the blanket.
Kiana blinks a few times, seeing the tall figure standing beside her. Instantly, she straightens her back and sits up.
"If my height is h, and at a distance l there is an emperor-class Honkai beast with a height H, weight M, and Honkai energy intensity F, needing to…"
"Enough, stop pretending. Your drool is still on the exam paper."
"…I really tried."
"You did..."
Sigurd sets down the ninety-five-point exam paper, his tone indifferent.
Kiana, like a student relieved to find they've passed after hearing their grades, or a death row prisoner who hears the inspector cry "stay the execution," breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
"Hehe! I want cake!"
"Denied. Dinner is soon, save some room."
"Then cola!"
"Just one sip."
A chilled cola appears in Sigurd's hand, which he hands to Kiana.
"Glug glug glug glug!"
Indeed, it was one sip, although she downed it all in one go.
"Ahhh!!!"
"Burp～～"
Kiana lets out a long breath, followed by a burp, the sweet cola scent wafting directly onto Sigurd.
Sigurd waves his hand in front of his nose, looking disdainful.
"Doesn't that bother you?"
"You think a mere cola fazes me? I've built up a tolerance!"
Kiana stands with her hands on her hips and chest out, looking quite pleased with herself.
Sigurd, expressionless, raises his hand.
"I said, you can only have one sip because it's almost dinner."
Boom!
Kiana's ability to chug cola might be questionable, but her toughness is undeniable.
Just like now, after being punched into the alloy desk by Sigurd, she pulls her head out, rubs the bump on her head as if nothing happened, and pouts, "You hit me again."
"Not happy about it?"
"No…"
She wouldn't dare to be unhappy!
Kiana rubs her head, seeing Sigurd's clenched fist, as if ready to continue, she shrinks her neck in fear.
Then Sigurd notices her still dirty face and clothes, and says, "Go take a shower."
"Want to peek? I'll leave the door open for you!" Kiana tilts her head, grinning mischievously.
Sigurd flicks her forehead. "Get lost."
"No fun! It's a benefit, you know? Not anyone can just see me bathe, people outside would kill for that!"
"You want to show people outside?" Sigurd leans in, his eyes narrowing with a deathly glare.
Kiana shrinks her neck again, weakly saying, "I was just joking…"
"Not funny. Go take a shower."
Sigurd grabs her by the collar, drags her to the bathroom door, tosses her inside, and shuts the door.
"I didn't bring my clothes!"
"I put them by the door."
"Oh."
"Come out for dinner after you're done."
"Oh."
Then Sigurd leaves the room.
Half a minute later, Kiana, wrapped in a towel, exposing her flawless legs, cracks open the bathroom door, peeking out cautiously.
"Sig really left? Damn!"
Kiana mutters, pouting. She loosens the towel around her chest.
What she sees makes her swallow hard—suddenly craving peaches. She thinks, off-topic, that she should ask Sigurd to buy some tomorrow.
Since it involves food, Kiana mentally notes it down to make sure she doesn't forget.
She peeks out further, her toes, round and smooth, wiggling restlessly, looking almost translucent in their purity.
"Not attractive? Not appealing? Hmph!"
Kiana puffs her cheeks in frustration, closes the door with a bang.
…
"Sigurd, you promised to join our livestream, how could you ditch us!"
"Rozaliya is right, Sigurd. You stood us up."
As dinner approaches, in the dining room, the Vodka Sisters cling to Sigurd, each shaking one of his arms.
Sigurd replied nonchalantly, "I only said I'd consider it, not guaranteed."
Over the years, Sigurd hasn't appeared in public often, but he has made appearances during important events to express his stance or announce decisions.
He doesn't need exposure, and no one can demand it from him.
Like today, when Rozaliya and Liliya were livestreaming, Sigurd was busy with paperwork and checking Kiana's homework, with no intention of appearing.
However, the Vodka Sisters didn't see it that way.
Rozaliya: "Not acceptable, I want compensation!"
Liliya: "Yes, compensation."
Sigurd looked at the sisters and asked confidently, "What do you want?"
"Just sign here," Rozaliya said mischievously, handing over a folded piece of paper with only a signature space visible.
Sigurd unfolded the paper, and with the sisters' changing expressions, saw what it was—a marriage application.
The groom was Sigurd, and the brides were Rozaliya and Liliya—both had already scribbled their names in the bride's signature section.
Boom!
Sigurd's face remained impassive as flames ignited in his hand, reducing the paper to ashes. The sisters lowered their heads in disappointment.
Liliya: "Stupid Rozaliya, it's your fault again."
Rozaliya: "It's okay, there's always next time. For our debts, for endless beautiful dresses and delicious food, we mustn't give up."
Liliya: "Rozaliya is right, we won't give up."
Rozaliya: "Vodka Sisters, fighto!"
Hand in hand, they ran off as if nothing had happened.
Sigurd watched them go with a blank expression, shaking his head, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
They're still just kids, with their endless, laughable marriage proposals, all for debts and food—classic them.
"Sigurd~ here's your dinner," Seele said, bringing a lavish meal and placing it in front of him. The main dish was authentic Yangzhou fried rice.
Seele, though only fourteen, prepared meals that were always beautifully presented and delicious. Her every move exuded the aura of a perfect housewife.
"AWSL," came a voice from Bronya, not far away, a rare gentle smile on her face.
Seele, holding the tray, blushed all the way to her ears. "Bronya, stop saying weird things you found online."
Bronya, patting Seele's head, replied seriously, "No, I'm serious."
"Bronya…" "Seele…" "Bronya…" "Seele…"
Crack!
Sin Mal's super-strong alloy chopsticks snapped.
At this moment, Kiana was joking with Mei, making the normally reserved Mei blush furiously with her inherited teasing skills.
Then, a piece of broken chopstick flew through the air and hit Kiana on the head.
"Ow! Simbalah, are you challenging me?"
"No, it's just your bad luck."
"…Fine, dinner's more important, I'll let it slide!"
The two glared at each other, huffed, and turned away.
A few years ago, their height and build were similar. Now, Kiana had grown into a curvy young woman, while Sin Mal was just starting her development, still slim and petite.
They looked like an older and younger sister arguing, a charming sight compared to their much earlier childish squabbles.
Sigurd watched silently, noting Sin Mal's clenched jaw as she stared at the figure of Seele.
He sighed, patted Sin Mal's head.
"Sigurd ❤～～"
"Yes, be good," he said flatly, soothing Sin Mal.
Then Kiana, chewing on her spoon, made a fuss again.
——So troublesome.
"Pfft!" Wendy, who had been quietly observing, couldn't help but laugh—her favorite sight was Sigurd being flustered by these girls.
Serves you right for always bullying girls!
No way I'm helping you, suffer!
Sigurd shot her a glance, silently noting it down, then sighed, his face showing a deadpan expression, and said, "（눈_눈）Let's eat."
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