To create Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists.

To bring up such a completely unrelated person is truly disgusting... I doubt anyone would agree with their statement...

"Wow—so that's how it is? I didn't expect Theresa to be the worst one. Hmm, it seems that Moonlit and Stargazing are also suspects. Why don't we discuss this with Luo Mo and let me interrogate them properly!"

After a brief moment of thought, Alicia readily agreed with Velvi's statement, nodding with a look of approval.

As for the interrogation she mentioned… Velvi blinked, but still didn’t ask.

She was about to say that she was just joking with everyone, but the other person agreed, which made her feel a little awkward.

"Ahem—actually, thinking about it carefully, Theresa shouldn't... shouldn't be that cunning."

"Doesn't that mean even Velvet can't see through the shadows behind it? We should be even more wary. Just to be on the safe side, let me interrogate her students—Mei and Kiana—as well!"

Alicia readily picked up on the other person's words and replied with a smile.

There's no need to ask now; the other party is definitely thinking about something ominous.

Vilvi took off her hat and carefully examined its structure without saying a word, pretending to have suddenly had an inspiration and was studying it closely.

"...Alright, stop fooling around, Alicia, it's time to talk about serious matters."

Mebius watched the farce unfold between the two, which ultimately ended with Vervie avoiding his confrontation, and felt somewhat helpless.

The others, apart from Gretchen and Patto, showed no sign of believing it and simply watched quietly.

...

A few wispy clouds drifted motionless in the sky, as if stealing a solemn salute.

The wind rustled gently across the grass, as if whispering prayers in their ears.

This was the funeral of Himeko Murata.

Her life was so brilliant, like a fleeting shooting star streaking across the night sky, leaving behind a unique mark.

"Today we are here to remember a mutual friend, a hero forever."

Theresa's voice rang out as she solemnly gazed at those present. Behind her, on a marble slab, lay a broken greatsword.

Clusters of white and yellow flowers grew near the stone platform, their petals drifting down around the broken sword.

"I will not recount her life story or list her contributions, because these are evident to all."

Theresa's voice was steady, tinged with nostalgia and regret.

She told everyone a story about how she first met Himeko, how she witnessed Himeko's transformation from a warrior, and how she even tried to personally deliver an invitation.

But she soon regretted it. Himeko's behavior was definitely not in line with the traditional image of a teacher: being late, drinking, and staying out all night...

"Although the students all liked her, I sighed silently, no one was less like a teacher than her."

"But it was this very teacher who saved his students."

"It was this teacher who taught us the meaning of comrades, the meaning of fighting, and the meaning of ideals."

It also taught us... a beautiful meaning—

Theresa gazed at the broken sword, speaking softly and slowly, recounting Himeko's life in just a few words.

He sighed softly through his nose, concluding with a final statement.

"There is no better teacher than her."

She offered Himeko a bottle of fine wine, poured it slowly, then stepped back and handed it to the other mourners.

Kiana slowly walked forward, gazing at the broken sword for a long while. She had brushed past that sword before and heard the sound of it breaking.

"I made mistakes because of confusion, and I lost myself because of fear..."

"In the darkness, you lit up the sky for me, and illuminated the path for me in the quietest night."

"You showed me how to move forward."

Kiana continued her eulogy with a heavy voice, each word clear and distinct.

"Himeko-sensei... the sky you left behind remains clear, and we will continue to move forward along the path you opened up."

She slowly withdrew, and one by one, the people who followed left their memories behind: red wine, erasers, flowers, photo albums...

At this moment of remembrance for her

People can rarely immerse themselves in the sadness of the past, recalling every moment they spent with her throughout her life.

Whether it's funny, beautiful, or embarrassing,

With the distinction between death and life, nothing else matters; only the lingering warmth of memories remains in the heart.

...

"Himeko-sensei...you..." Kiana was captivated by the images in the video, completely absorbed in it.

Whether it was her own words or her aunt's words, they all felt so real that she couldn't help but imagine the scene of Himeko-sensei really leaving.

"Hey—Kiana, stop, stop! I'm not hurt yet!"

Himeko quickly covered Kiana's mouth, stopping her prayer in reality.

"Waaaaah (Okay, let me go!)"