Collapse, crossing Otto, the road to becoming a god

"I didn't know which little guy it was before. He stole my weapon in a coquettish way, and then pressed me on the bed to confess..."

"I……"

Cecilia wanted to explain, but the man came close to her ear again, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still dare?"

The magnetic voice echoed in Cecilia's mind, and the hot breath sprayed on her neck. The woman's whole body trembled, and her crystal clear earlobes were dyed with a seductive pink color, looking fresh and tender.

"Bah~"

That's good too... The woman thought drowsily, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.

She really wanted to... really wanted to continue like this, not thinking about anything, not doing anything, just like that, drunk in the man's arms...

"Ugh."

At this time, a sigh suddenly sounded in her ears.

There was no tenderness in this sigh, like a basin of cold water pouring on her head in winter.

Cecilia raised her head at a loss and saw the man stopped teasing and gently stroked her hair.

"I thought that your love for me was just a moment of confusion in your long life."

Otto's voice was calm, as if this was just a normal thing.

But in Cecilia's ears, those calm words without any ripples were mixed with countless cold emotions.

She met Otto's eyes, and those eyes seemed to penetrate her body, peering directly into her heart through her skin. Perhaps what she was thinking was no longer a secret in the man's eyes.

Yeah, it's not a secret.

Cecilia quickly lowered her head, but those two green spots seemed to be engraved into her retinas, lingering in front of her eyes and in her heart, staring straight at her coldly, reminding her of her past.

Memories of crazy actions emerged, eroding her brain, and blasphemous fear tore into her confused mind.

Tears gradually filled the corners of her eyes, her face was as pale as paper, her pupils were full of pain and despair, and her heart was filled with a feeling of humility and cowardice.

"me……"

What the hell did I do?

Obviously...

There is obviously no need to do this...

Brother...the bishop has been very good to me...

Why on earth would she do such a thing?

Just because you're drunk?

Just because you like it from the bottom of your heart?

Don’t kid yourself, Cecilia…

Drunk and crazy... Valkyrie is drunk, this is a joke...

The love in her heart... With her character, if she likes someone, she will only keep this feeling deep in her heart. She will wait until a long time later to talk to that person under the sunset, smiling softly and recalling the feelings at that time. My face is slightly hot...

Moreover, the Lord Bishop has indulged her in everything since her return.No matter what happened, he stood firmly behind her, supporting him unconditionally and without reason.

She could completely immerse herself in his favor and calm her emotions...

More than that...more than that...

These are not the only reasons.

Even drunk.

Like it or not.

Neither is a major factor.

Cecilia sighed, her smile full of bitterness.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

She heard herself speaking, her tone numb, with a hint of inexplicable relief.

"It's Cecilia who is greedy."

Yes.

greedy.

It's that she can't see herself clearly and wants more.

It's her greed.

……

The awakening of lost memory, the strange yet familiar world, all this made her fearful and hesitant at first.

At that time, it was Otto who reached out to Cecilia and helped her adapt to this world little by little.

From this, she coveted his tenderness and was afraid of his abandonment. She was always in this state of joy and fear.

When her memories returned, she thought of Otto's annual travels and the events in Siberia, which made her sweet and melancholy struggle intensify.

Later, Siegfried's Heavenly Fire Judgment, Theresa's various actions, and the Shaniyat family's denial of recognition all cut off her connection with this world bit by bit.

In the end, only Otto was left by his side, taking her truly back, suppressing all dissent, and announcing her return.

He was his last bond.

And he did not live up to this.

What would a drowning person do if he saw something floating on the water?

Obviously, he would swim over desperately, relying on the instinct of life to stretch out his hands, and hold him tightly even if he fell into the abyss of the water with him.

And she is like this now...

The closer you are, the more greedy you are, the more you know the taste, the more...

The more I am afraid of losing you.

——But what qualifications does she have?

She is the destined saint, and she remembers the Bishop's story better than anyone else.

She knows the fate of Otto Apokalis and Karen Kaslana better than anyone else.

Now, the true love of the Bishop's life, the 500-year-old innocence, has been completely destroyed by her.

What right does she have to covet his tenderness now?

How angry would he be at her presumption now?

Cecilia's face turned pale, and she wanted to stand up, find a cold place, and reflect on herself.

She no longer deserves to sleep in the arms of the Bishop.

She didn't deserve the Bishop's tenderness at all.

From now on, let's atone for last night's madness.

Whether he dies or becomes the bishop's killing weapon, it's all good.

She...just consider herself a dead person.

I just hope that... the sins she committed will not affect her little girl, Miss Youlandale.

Cecilia straightened up little by little. At this moment, an irresistible force came from her waist, causing her to fall into Otto's arms again.

Those pupils full of despair faced Otto's smiling emerald eyes.

"What? Eat everything and run away?"

"Sir Bishop..."

Cecilia's voice was hoarse and sobbing.

"Call me brother."

The woman didn't answer. A glimmer of light flashed through her unfocused pupils, and then disappeared quickly.

"Ah, you obviously pushed me down, but you still want me to comfort you..."

The man teased complainingly, and then hugged Cecilia tighter.

"How should I put it?" His voice was very soft, blowing warm air in her ears, "What you did this time was a little out of line, and it almost didn't fit in with your previous personality."

"But when I think about what you've been through these past few days, it's not that I can't understand it."

He kissed Cecilia's forehead gently and continued:

"If you regard this as an emotional vent, a frenzy after a mental explosion, I actually won't care too much. After all, you are Cecilia. I have worked hard to transform myself from Honkai fission bombs and sky fire The girl saved by the Holy Judgment."

"But looking at your expression, it doesn't seem as simple as going crazy..."

Otto shook his head and chuckled, but soon became serious. He stared into Cecilia's eyes for a long time and said:

"Cecilia, I am responsible for you."

There was finally something other than despair in the woman's eyes.

"No need, Lord Bishop."

Cecilia said softly, but her sad eyes were fixed on Otto, deep and poignant, as if she wanted to engrav the man's face in her heart.

"You will be my girl from now on,"

Otto changed his previous accommodating attitude and looked at her seriously, speaking in a strong yet gentle tone.

"I will take care of you with the greatest patience and tenderness, cherish you, respect you, comfort you, and protect you. I will laugh with you, cry with you, and never abandon you, never end."

His tone was solemn, like reciting vows at a wedding.

Along with his voice, the girl's eyes showed extremely complex emotions. She twitched the corners of her mouth as if she was repeating Otto's oath, and there was finally a trace of expectation in her eyes.

"But..." Cecilia finally made a sound, but then stopped hesitantly.

"Are you worried about Kallen Kaslana?" Otto saw her thoughts, and his eyes dimmed a little, "Miss Kallen...she was my former fiancée, as bright as the white moonlight. In memory.”

"But in fact, our story has come to an end a long time ago," he said with a trace of bitterness on his lips. "She has fallen in love with another person for a long time, and she even went to the execution rack for it."

"That story was originally my wishful thinking. The game with her as the protagonist that Destiny tried so hard to launch was, after all, just my fantasy of Kallen that was out of my reach."