Collapse, crossing Otto, the road to becoming a god

This was something he found in a certain club when he had nothing to do in his previous life.

Just right for use here.

As for the technique of snapping your fingers to light up a candle?Don't ask, just ask and Honkai is omnipotent.

(Void Wanzang: Dare you use me to pick up girls?)

"Come, Cecilia, close your eyes and make a wish," Otto continued, "without saying it. Then open your eyes and blow out all the candles in one breath - that's possible, right?" "

"Ah."

Cecilia never took her eyes away from the cake. The big "Cecilia Schariac" on the cake inexplicably touched her heart.

It's hard to say what I'm thinking about right now, but I always feel like something is melting in my heart, like a jubilant river flowing into a peaceful ocean.

It is warm and gentle, just like soaking your skin in warm water when you are extremely nervous. It feels very comfortable.

"Well, make a wish. Your first birthday after your return... is also your first birthday in the 21st century - I think on such a special day, your wish will definitely come true."

"Ok."

Cecilia clasped her hands together devoutly, closed her eyes, and muttered something.

What is she wishing for?What are you longing for?

Maybe...even the woman herself doesn't know.

But closing her eyes, Cecilia could still see Otto's figure reflected in her mind, swaying into bright time.

"Well, it looks like you've fulfilled your wish."

When the woman opened her eyes, Otto stood up and walked to the door.

"Then...blow out the candles."

When Cecilia blew out the candle, he immediately turned on the light, and the room became bright again, with smoke rising from the candle.

"After blowing out the candles, it's time... forget it, let's just eat the cake."

Otto hesitated for a moment, gave up the singing part, walked back to the table, put the plastic knife into the woman's hand, and took out the candle.

Relying on her fragmented memory and Otto's teachings, Cecilia clumsily cut and handed the first piece of cake to Otto.

"Here, brother."

"Thank you."

Otto raised his eyebrows. This cake had a lot of cream, and the word "Cecilia" was almost entirely on it.

He grinned, scratched with his fork nonchalantly, and put the letters into his mouth.

Really moist.

Cecilia also dug out a piece for herself and looked at "Schariac" blankly, seeming to catch something in her mind but unable to catch anything.

This is Shaniyat, her last name.

I am Shaniyat.

She was suddenly reluctant to eat it, and her eyes flashed with confusion, but in the end, the confusion turned into determination.

The woman solemnly picked up the surname and ate it in small bites, her face as serious as if she was taking an oath.

The four-inch cake was finished quickly. Otto asked Cecilia to leave the table first, and then pushed out the dining cart in the corner where the cake had been placed.He packed up the remnants and pushed them into the hallway.

When he returned to the room, Cecilia sat cross-legged on his bed and looked out the window quietly.

Otto also sat on it, and Cecilia moved a little closer to him, and then leaned on Otto's shoulder.

"Want to feel more comfortable?"

Seeing the woman nodding, Otto changed his position, sat behind her, and pressed Cecilia's shoulder.

Cecilia lay down and fell into Otto's arms.

She didn't speak, but closed her eyes and listened to the breathing of the person behind her.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

The man's voice sounded, stumbling at first, as if he was embarrassed, but then became smoother and smoother, singing in a low voice with a magnetic voice. The mystery and vicissitudes of the years are reminiscent of the deep blue sea.

Just flipping it over is "Happy Birthday To You."It was so monotonous that it seemed like a sentence was missing.

But Cecilia didn't ask. She was immersed in that ocean, imagining the airflow impacting in the slightly moist cavity, swimming away, and then rippling into a piece of moonlight on the sea.

She really wanted to fall asleep so deeply, sleeping in the man's arms, without thinking about anything or doing anything.

But the surname "Schariac" is lingering, hiding in a corner of my heart, making a thin rustling sound, like an alarm bell to wake me up in the morning.

Shaniyat... I am Shaniyat...

very noisy.

But...she knew from the depths of her soul that she would eventually face it.

When the blessing was over, the woman nuzzled Otto's chest like a spoiled child, with a sweet smile and a little relief.

Thank you, brother.

she said in her heart.

The two were silent again in the darkness.After a long time, Cecilia suddenly asked: "I used to be very tired, right, brother?"

Otto stroked the woman's hair, nodded and replied: "Yes, Cecilia."

"So, brother now...don't you want me to regain my memory?"

Otto's hand stroking his hair paused, but there was not much surprise.

He wasn't in the habit of treating others like fools.

"Yeah," he admitted frankly, "I don't want to at all."

"If you're just tired," Cecilia opened her holy blue eyes, "I think I can accept it."

Otto laughed and said: "I once read a very interesting book. It said that many things are like a besieged city. People outside the city want to get in, and people in the city want to get out. Love is like this, and games are like this. , the same is true for you now..."

Cecilia didn't understand and tilted her head.

"A long time ago, you were lying in my arms like this, and then asked me a question."

The man leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"You ask me, is your life...existing just to become a Valkyrie?"

Chapter 23 Don’t let me down

Cecilia was shy at first because of Otto's approach, but after hearing those words, her violently beating heart suddenly slowed down.

She had doubts about herself.

Fragments of memory flashed through my mind, like floating light and gold, reflecting the sporadic past.

Is that so?

"Your previous life," Otto continued, "was not very free."

"How unfree is it?"

"Like a bird in a golden cage, it lives in one area from beginning to end."

The man pointed at the scene in front of him: "You know? You used to have such an outing only once a year."

Cecilia thought about that kind of life, and then she couldn't help but shuddered: "Then..."

"Of course, you can go wherever you want in the future," Otto replied with a smile, "I promised you before."

"Um……"

The woman pondered for a while and then asked:

"But, according to what I heard yesterday, the 'Valkyrie' is going to go around the world to destroy Honkai - if that's the case, why do you say I always stay in one place?"

Otto patiently explained:

"The 'profession' of Valkyrie is the general name given by destiny to girls who have resistance to Honkai energy and can fight against Honkai. Not all Valkyries have to face off against the enemy on the front lines of the battlefield."

"Guard escort, logistics supply, intelligence collection, etc., the Valkyries each perform their own duties and have their own uses."

"And your Holy Blood of Shaniyat can destroy all Honkai Energy in an instant. It is more valuable to be protected at the Destiny Headquarters in the early stages of research than to go out to fight."

"Is that so...why am I... now?"

"Why hasn't anyone taken your blood now?" Otto answered her question, "Don't worry, Tianming, with your consent, has conducted research on your blood and has already made a great breakthrough."

"Is that so..."

Cecilia's head drooped: "So, am I useless..."

Otto hugged Cecilia tighter: "No, my little sister - your role is more than the holy blood of Shaniyat; a long time ago, you were the most powerful Valkyrie around me."

"But now, you just need to live happily, don't think about anything, don't do anything. I won't abandon you, don't worry."

Cecilia was still a little sullen, but said nothing.

Otto naturally would not disturb her thoughts, and gently stroked the woman's hair, enjoying the beauty of the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms.

After a long time, Cecilia's gentle but firm voice broke the silence.

"I want to go home."

"Looking for your own memory?" Otto seemed to have been prepared.

"Yes."

"I neither agree nor object. But if you insist on doing this... I hope it will be three days later." There was a forcefulness in his words, as if he was not prepared to give Cecilia a chance to refuse.

"Why three days later?" Cecilia's voice was softer. She didn't want to be stubborn at this time.

"Let's just treat it as... our last time as a brother. At least visit the famous attractions in England before talking about other things."

The man paused and his tone returned to its original gentleness:

"About recovering memory...can you tell me some reasons?"