Collapse, crossing Otto, the road to becoming a god

Needless to say, she surpassed Theresa. Based on my superficial study of history, I estimate that she probably has the same weight in Otto’s heart as Lady Otto Vera, the bishop’s sister from 500 years ago. Besides, she still has time to continue to accompany him. It will definitely be higher than her!

yeah!

However, the importance is definitely still lower than Kallen... The happy Cecilia decided not to think about this guy who had a 500-year head start.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her mood towards Theresa improved a lot:

"I am that Cecilia, Miss Theresa."

"How could this be?"

Theresa's eyes were angry and she reacted fiercely,

"That's not what I meant!!! From a logical and emotional point of view, how could you be Cecilia?!"

"...?"

Cecilia felt like a basin of cold water had been poured over her head, and the excitement she had just calculated about her closeness to the bishop disappeared in an instant.

She frowned and looked around, then approached Theresa and wanted to pull her away:

"Okay, if you say no, then it's not. But now, maybe we can find another place to talk. After all, brother..."

"What can't you say? You are not Cecilia to begin with!"

Unexpectedly, Theresa took a step back, her voice slightly raised and she looked angry,

"You are innocent when you are cloned. I believe that she in heaven is also willing to give your name to your sister,"

She speaks plausibly,

"The name is just a code name. But you want to replace her - this is not allowed!"

"You're right, but—"

Cecilia no longer wanted to mess around with her anymore, her voice was urgent,

"But please come with me to a place where no one..."

But Teresa obviously hadn't finished her words yet. She rolled her eyes, patted her forehead for the last time, and said:

"Are you influenced by Grandpa Stinky's Yu Duchen, so you think you are Cecilia?"

Sympathy began to show on her face:

"Don't be fooled by the illusions in your mind! Needless to say, how did you survive the Honkai Impact fission bomb?!"

"How is it possible that someone, after losing most of their body's blood while trying to save others, can survive the center hit by a Honkai fission bomb?"

There was a "clang" and the sound of the wine glass falling to the ground. Cecilia looked around and saw a black shadow fleeing from the place. The Valkyrie, who had slowed down at the beginning to listen to the two arguing, also stopped and remained silent. Listening quietly to Theresa's shouting.

The white-haired woman's face was pale, and the sadness overflowing from her heart poured into her throat uncontrollably, making it difficult for her to breathe.

This is not no man's land.Theresa's words were heard by these Valkyries.

How could anyone survive being struck in the center.

How could anyone survive being struck in the center.

How could anyone survive being struck in the center.

Yes, when the Honkai energy fission bomb falls, who can save her in the center of the battlefield?

From their perspective, it is simply impossible.

If she hadn't been so determined in her heart, she might have doubted her true nature because of Theresa's words.

But Teresa...didn't you say in St. Freya yourself that Bishop Otto has a body of soul steel?

Why did you selectively forget at this time? !

And...even if you forget...

But why do you want to shout it here again for everyone to hear? !

I can indeed explain it, of course I can explain it... But the fact that the Bishop has other bodies, can he just say it casually in public? ! ! !

[My good granddaughter cannot refuse you. You are like a special attack to her. 】

Cecilia suddenly remembered Otto’s words,

Yes, special appearance attack.Gentle special attack.

The reason why she was willing to come over was just because she was greedy for the white-haired woman's past tenderness, and her brother paid a sufficient price.

As for her, what is Cecilia Shaniat thinking about——

She doesn't care.

Do you think I won't be sad because I've been smiling for so long?

The white-haired woman lowered her eyes, not daring to look at those eyes full of sympathy and pity. They whispered, and in Cecilia's eyes, they all believed Theresa's words.

Well, under the wise guidance of Miss Teresa, everyone in Destiny should think that she is a clone.

No matter how she explains or struggles, they will look at her with a bird's eye view, pointing with their companions: Look, how much this woman looks like Cecilia.

The white-haired woman laughed, silently, with despair.

Yes, apart from him, the "after death" self has never been firmly chosen.

Sieg flew out of her sheath, Theresa "revealed" her "truth" in front of countless people, and the Shaniyat family refused to admit it. Everyone was pretending to smile at her, and they were full of calculations behind their backs.

While she was warmed by her brother, she was slandered by others at the same time. It was promised that the time would take away her grief, but up to now she was still empty-handed.

Even if she had decided not to care about the past and would only stand by her brother's side for the future, they would still step forward and tell her that she didn't deserve it.

Everything she had ever had except him, was rejecting her.

"I'm sorry, Miss Apocalis,"

Cecilia's delicate body trembled, and she tried her best to disguise herself so that her voice would not reveal her crying tone:

"I want to be alone for a while, okay?"

The look on his face was determined and sad, just like a person walking on a street in heavy rain, letting the water droplets soak his whole body.

"Cecilia..."

Theresa was stunned. She called softly, but the white-haired woman seemed not to hear her and turned around and left in despair.

The graceful beauty of her footsteps, the holiness and purity emanating from her body that she wanted to get close to, and the tenderness that she couldn't let go of gave her an urge to follow her.

She really, really seems to be Cecilia...

But in the end, Theresa didn't do anything. She just watched the woman's steps without losing her grace, and watched the whiteness move away from her sight.

She still felt that there was a long time to come, and one day, "Cecilia" would "forgive" and be willing to see her.

After all, she is the bishop's granddaughter and Cecilia Shaniat's best friend.

……

"Hmm... um..."

The white-haired woman raised her head, drank another bottle, and numbed herself with a high degree of alcohol.

She didn't know how much she drank. She drank until even her body with the quality of an S-class Valkyrie was drowsy. She drank until all her memories disappeared, leaving only an obsessive image in her mind.

"Brother...Otto...brother..."

Cecilia chanted his name over and over again, her eyes no longer clear were persistent and greedy.

Brother Otto, I only have you...only you...

You can't... leave me like them...

The white flower-like saint fell into the night, and the darkness of Ren Ruyuan swallowed her up. Then, blood-red roses bloomed from the rich ink.

Chapter 73 Cecilia Apokalis

Otto walked into his place and looked at the dizzy Cecilia and the mountains of wine bottles under her with twitching eyelids.

"..."

Hearing the sound at the door, the woman raised her head and said in a soft voice:

"Who is it? Um...brother?"

"you're drunk?"

"How could I be drunk...how could I be drunk...I am Cecilia...Apocalis..."

"..."

Cecilia was really drunk, Otto could tell this, because when she looked at him, her usually gentle and respectful eyes had a hint of charm and provocation.

Those beautiful holy green eyes were affectionate and slightly shiny. The moonlight falling behind her and the woman's own temperament covered her with a bright and flawless fairy gauze.

But the hazy peach blossom eyes and the fair and tender face with a hint of apricot give the woman a enchanting feeling like a succubus.

Holiness is wrapped in depravity, angels are as beautiful as demons, this feeling of abstinence and pure desire is undoubtedly the most attractive to men.

"Am I good-looking, brother-sama?"

Noticing Otto's gaze, Cecilia stood up, stood up on tiptoes and gently turned around in front of him, her skirt blooming like a flower.

Different from the previous pure white clothes, the woman now wore a black dress with a slender waist belt, which outlined the extremely seductive curves of her plump figure.

The snowy skin is rosy with drunkenness, and the towering breasts are looming under the gauze, exuding a breathtaking charm.

The long skirt on the lower body is half-covered, and a plump and slender thigh is exposed on the side. Her delicate little feet are stepping on a pair of sandals, her petite toes are gently twisting, and the pink and white crescent moons can be seen under the nails. .

"My little Cecilia—you are certainly the prettiest."

Otto replied, but the woman pouted her lips and looked at the blond man with dissatisfaction, just appreciative eyes.

"Okay, I know everything,"

The blond man said as he took away the wine bottle next to Cecilia.

"Destiny has gathered everyone who heard Theresa's nonsense, and then collectively made a memory modification."

"Don't worry, Destiny won't spread that kind of voice."

"Ok?"