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

However, even if you understand something, you don't necessarily have to say it out loud.

"Do you have any ideas on this?"

Fu Hua's expression remained unchanged, showing no surprise, though her eyes flickered slightly.

Although they didn't know what methods the other party used, they did know quite a lot, as if they had seen it from outside the world. The heroes in the Golden Courtyard also had some guesses about this.

If it were anyone else, she naturally wouldn't believe that anyone could guess the Herrscher of Consciousness's thoughts, but if it were Luo Mo...

It does.

And it's absolutely accurate.

"Probably, I guess... I guess it will be a weapon that suits her personality? Something that she likes."

Luo Mo stroked his chin, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Ok?"

Fu Hua was puzzled. What did "He Xiaoshi's aesthetic sense" mean? Was the other person's aesthetic sense abnormal...?

"You'll find out when the time comes. I've informed you in advance, and Xiao Shi might come after us then."

Luo Mo explained,

This is not just possible, it's very likely.

Once Xiao Shi has finished crafting the weapon, she will surely come excitedly to Fu Hua to have her guess its identity.

Well, if Fu Hua had guessed correctly on the first try, wouldn't she have been bombarded with questions?

If the other party finds out it's him, then he'll be the one who suffers.

Luo Mo, who had initially felt some pleasure at the scene, suddenly became somewhat distressed and chose to avoid talking about it, as he didn't want to be entangled with Shi Bao later.

Winning brings no benefit, while losing damages one's prestige; this is something one cannot do.

Luo Mo made up his mind, bypassed Fu Hua's position, and prepared to continue along the original route to find the headmaster. He was curious whether the headmaster was slacking off.

No, no, no, or should I say how long have I been touching you?

Fu Hua glanced indifferently in the direction he was heading, and after thinking for a moment, she silently followed him.

With no one at home to learn the law, and Cang Xuan and Dan Zhu dragging Cang Xuan's book along to "apologize" to the Doctor, it would be rather boring for her to go back alone. She might as well go and see what the other party was planning to do.

Fu Hua pondered this in her heart. As for the doctor, she didn't want to deal with him either.

Speaking of which... Dr. Möbius is still staying at Lomo's house, right? After all, something went wrong at the Golden Garden again, and the planned construction schedule had to be postponed.

Luo Mo glanced at the other person but did not stop them.

He was really just giving a gift, what's there to be afraid of... It's a good opportunity for Fu Hua to judge whether it looks good or not.

...

This simple yet elegant teaching building is filled with novelty and warmth.

The corridors are lined with numerous portraits, which should theoretically showcase the school's cultural heritage, but St. Freya's history is probably not as long as Theresa's, so they are mostly covered by appropriate landscape paintings.

Sunlight slanted through the window, casting dappled patterns. Looking out, the blue horizon was clearly visible. The lingering warmth of late summer was carried on a gentle breeze, along with the sounds of cheerful laughter.

Luo Mo walked on, only able to sigh at Theresa's truly comfortable life, having created a paradise on this small island.

As a school principal, I am considered qualified in terms of education.

As for the other person's room...

Although Fu Hua was right next to him, he didn't seem inclined to ask.

He vaguely remembered that Theresa had said her office was in the innermost room, while the headmaster should be on the top floor.

To be honest, when he found out, he guessed that this was a deliberate design by the other party to give him some buffer time. After all, if he heard footsteps or something, he would still have time to hide the comic book.

So he deliberately lowered his pace, trying to be as silent as possible, while Fu Hua, being a martial artist, was inherently quiet.

He quickly arrived at the innermost door.

I checked the sign above and confirmed it said St. Freya - Headmistress. It would be embarrassing if I went to the wrong place.

After hesitating for a moment, Theresa still chose to knock on the door. Although she was quite familiar with the person on the other end, Theresa didn't suddenly barge in or anything like that…

"Please come in——"

Unexpectedly, the voice coming from inside, though young, was still quite steady.

He didn't seem flustered at all, and didn't look like someone caught slacking off.

The reason Luo Mo was so certain was naturally because he himself had been arrested numerous times… How could the boss's business be considered slacking off? He was contemplating major strategic decisions for the company and making comprehensive plans for the upcoming actions…

Well, Luo Mo was slightly disappointed at this moment; he had actually been looking forward to seeing Theresa make a fool of herself…

He pushed the door open and entered.

Theresa was working diligently in a specially made chair, slightly elevated to fit her height. Sunlight streamed into the room from the white fan-shaped windows behind her, casting a faint glow on her white hair, making her appear almost saintly.

Her small face was almost pressed against the table. The table wasn't cluttered, just piles of papers jostling it together; the headmistress's life still included tasks to handle.

She frowned slightly as she reviewed the various matters at the academy, as well as the assessment materials sent by her grandmother.