I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

She hesitated for a long time, glanced at Vaiva, who had wandered off into the distance, and finally spoke softly.

“There’s one more thing, teacher.” She stammered, completely unlike the decisive minister she was in Rhine Labs, “You…you’d better be careful. Saria is, after all, part of Rhine Labs. Her departure will be very…convenience for my work. If you take her away again, I certainly have no objection, but…”

“You still need to try to protect yourself,” Nasti said softly. After confirming that the spell had not been triggered, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued, “If another one happens, the former Banshee Queen probably won’t be happy.”

"?"

A question mark appeared above Gerald's head.

Chapter 89 This Honesty Game (4K)

Tianma understands a principle very well.

When a person receives information that cannot be fully digested in a short period of time and is presented from only one perspective, the best option is to set it aside temporarily and wait until more comprehensive information is collected before proceeding.

Unlike problems that can be solved quickly and easily, this one requires particular caution—because even he himself cannot guarantee what might happen if he were to simultaneously wander between the past and the present.

The only thing he was certain of was that he now finally knew who had entrusted the sword to Kannot to be delivered to him.

“Ramalen Ducanfalis.” He blurted out the name without hesitation.

Words transformed into a concept, flowing into the incantation etched on his chest, returning from a promise made a hundred years ago to the promised place, the valley belonging to the banshee.

Unfortunately, apart from a surge of warmth in his heart, he received no response from the other side... This was understandable, since when Ramalyn first set up the spell on her name, it was only a one-way channel.

However, considering that Nasti might even be silenced for mentioning the current ruler of the royal court—could it be that Lamaren's successor is a cruel enough monarch? He began to worry about whether he could get along with the other party properly, and how he would explain to Lamaren if he were to beat the other party up like that.

As for Nasti and his last words to him.

Gerald cleared his mind, sighed, and looked at the little banshee who had returned to her seat but was still somewhat uneasy: "Tell me about your situation, Nasti. There's no point in looking back at history. If it were me, I wouldn't want my efforts over the years to be less important than some trivial matters of the past."

"I—" Nastya opened her mouth, as if she had many things she wanted to say, but in the end, she choked back her words.

Her gaze swept over the spot where Seria had left, and she seemed to realize something, her mood appearing somewhat downcast: "I saw a lot of things, and I learned a lot of knowledge that I had never had access to before."

"Regarding basic aerodynamics, engineering, and power, as well as the biggest current challenge, the concentration of Originium in the sky and the impact of natural disasters..."

"Right now, whether it's Victoria, Letania, or even the Columbia academic community, they're just patching up the rubbish. Treating stipends and material rewards as the ultimate truth only leads to tragedy. So we have to forge new paths ourselves."

“This is why I joined Rhine Labs in the first place.” She paused, “and it’s also why I want to stay with Rhine Labs.”

Pegasus didn't mind the little enchantress's obvious hesitation and concealment; he simply smiled gently and asked, "So now, are you one step closer to your dream?"

“I’ve never been this close before.” Nasti looked up, met Gerald’s gaze, nodded slightly, and replied firmly in Sarkaz, “Thanks to your support back then, I was able to dedicate more time and energy to supporting research in the sky direction, and my sisters have always been behind me.”

"The sky will be the promised land of the Sarkaz."

Every word and phrase was spoken with unwavering clarity.

She has really matured a lot.

Gerald thought so.

Pegasus cared about very few things. After learning that Ramalen was safe and sound, his last worry about the past vanished, not to mention the prospect of seeing Nastie grow up.

To witness firsthand how a century of change has transformed a person, and that this experience not only didn't extinguish the little succubus's enthusiasm but instead spurred her onward with unwavering determination, brought her far more joy than any so-called history or trivial matters.

“I have to celebrate for you.” Gerald rested his chin on his hand and pointed to a cup of untouched coffee on the table. “How about I reimburse you for this coffee?”

"So all this effort is only worth the price of a cup of coffee?" Nastie rarely showed a relieved smile. "But if it's coffee that my teacher bought for me, then it is indeed worth the price."

"It's not worth it. After all, your teacher isn't that smart. If I wanted to work under you now, I probably wouldn't even pass the interview and would be rejected."

Gerald shrugged. "I just think it's a little unfair to the person who eventually achieves their dream if we're going to give a huge celebration to a kid who hasn't achieved their dream yet."

"I see. So this is the assignment you gave me?" Nastie crossed her arms and asked with some curiosity.

"It's encouragement. Although the current reward is small, I will try my best to satisfy whatever you want... Ah, no, it seems that I can't say this easily now."

“Heh.” Nastya couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at Gerald’s somewhat troubled expression. “You’re still the same as ever.”

“That’s how rewards and punishments are clearly defined. Just don’t do anything foolish.” Gerald stood up, walked to the little banshee, and patted her head. “Unlike Ramalen, I can get to your side anytime. Just call me if you need me.”

A wisp of wind, following the movement of the Pegasus, landed on Nasti, quietly swirling around her wrist before vanishing into nothingness.

As Nasty watched Gerald walk away from her and reach into his pocket for a tip, she quickly asked, "Where can I contact you, teacher?"

“I’ll go to a pharmaceutical company called Rhodes Island first, then Kazimierz, and I don’t know after that.” Gerald stopped and replied, “If Ramalen comes to you first, then we’ll meet again later—but there’s an easier way, you just need to call me by my name… well, let’s call me ‘Teacher’ instead.”

“To prevent Ramalen’s messy spells, just shout it three times.” He adjusted the wind around Nasti to a fixed frequency. “It’s just that the efficiency might be a bit worse, not as convenient as a spell. After all, we studied that talisman for so long, but in the end, we didn’t figure out anything new.”

Nastya paused in surprise: "You mean—"

"Come on, I can't have been with the banshees for so long and still not learned a few basic tricks, can I?" Gerald chuckled, then waved his hand. "The wind always stays for those who work hard, Nasty."

"Go for it, our dreamers!"

Gerald said nothing more. He neither asked about what had happened after his "death," nor inquired in detail about her discoveries over the years, nor about the things that had been concealed. She remained as free and unrestrained as Pegasus had always been, like a gentle breeze brushing past her on this cool day.

The little demon watched as the celestial horse waved to her after paying the bill, and then disappeared from her sight.

She picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip.

It tastes incredibly bitter at first, but after a while, there's a subtle sweet aftertaste.

Well, that's a reward that's satisfying enough.

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"Has it been dealt with?"

Saria quietly pressed her back against the wall, while the groceries she had bought were piled on the bench, along with a water sprite who was still unconscious.

“Hmm,” Gerald walked to her side and glanced at the sleeping Muirsey. “She wasn’t pretending to be asleep; she really passed out… She needs to work on her physique. At least she can’t be inferior to a banshee like Nasty; that would be too embarrassing. But your company’s leadership is quite diverse, banshees, elves, and Vyvans—it’s a real hodgepodge.”

“So,” Seria glanced at Gerald, “you’re Nasti’s teacher? Judging from her resume, she has very few opportunities to interact with you, and I find it hard to imagine that someone like her would be so respectful to others.”

“Normally it is impossible, but the connection between her and me—or rather, the connection between me and the banshee race, for some reason, has a connection that transcends common sense.”

Just to be on the safe side, Gerald used the wind to create a barrier between Muirsay and them, and said calmly, "Through the dream."

"nightmare?"

Sure enough, upon hearing the word, Saria immediately associated it with this race. Her gaze fell on Gerald: "But your sexual characteristics and appearance do not show any Nightmare traits."

“I don’t quite understand what’s happening to me either, but who knows?” Gerald said nonchalantly. “Maybe someone will explain it all to me someday.”

Just follow your heart and do what you want. Whether it's analysis or deduction, it's all just about finding a solution for yourself.

But after making contact with the beings of the past, there was still one thing he needed to clarify with this Vayvan.

Especially after everything that had just happened, it was even more necessary for him to do so.

“I have something to tell you, Saria.”

Gerald took a deep breath and slowly looked at Vayvan, who had been in an abnormal state these past few days—although he was completely unsure how her next actions would unfold, he was more certain of one thing.

If this matter is delayed any longer, when the truth is revealed, it will be tantamount to tearing her heart open again after it has healed.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

“Currently, I still maintain certain relationships with some women, and these are romantic relationships.” He carefully observed every detail on Saria’s face at that moment. “Therefore, I need to apologize to you for breaking my promise, including the interruption just now. From now on, if you mind, I hope we can keep a certain distance.”

"..."

Saria opened her mouth slightly, not expecting the other person to speak like that, but her mind quickly calmed down: "Was this also something that happened in your dream?"

“This is a fact that has already occurred,” Gerald replied calmly. “It was not a dream.”

"She's a banshee?" Seria ignored Gerald's answer and continued on her own, following her own reasoning. "Nasti probably knows that too, doesn't she?"

"Indeed." He couldn't lie, so he could only nod in reply.

A moment of silence enveloped the space.

Then Saria suddenly laughed silently, looking directly at Gerald in front of her. Her eyes held no resentment, remaining as firm as ever, yet there seemed to be something else mixed in with them.

“My stance remains the same,” Saria said. “You will be by my side, you will walk with me, and even if I say I mind, you will still keep your promise in the end, right?”

Pegasus gave an affirmative answer, but Vayvan didn't really need him to give her one. Pegasus's previous actions were enough for her to give him all her trust.

Ultimately, it was she who proposed the reward, she who sought a return, and she who tested the threshold. So, the current situation was actually within expectations.

The current scene simply brought this moment forward, reducing her time to think and make decisions, but having almost no other impact.

But she had already figured it out completely a long time ago.

“Well, I understand.” Saria clenched her fist and looked calmly at Gerald. “I’m coming.”

"So, you're here to beat me up?"

Hearing this, Gerald breathed a sigh of relief. If Saria's frustration could be relieved by simply beating her up, that would be even better: "Come on."

"Beat you up? Why?"

However, things are often worse than imagined.

Saria took a slow step forward and said, "I said I would protect you and walk with you until the very last moment."

"In that case, keeping our distance is pointless, because I am not befriending you just because of love, and you are only doing this to help me get rid of my confusion."

"Is this affection greater than the love you speak of with that succubus? I don't know, but I do know one thing."

Before he could finish speaking, Gerald's back slammed heavily against the wall behind him.

A glimmer of light flashed between his slightly lowered eyelashes, reflecting Vayvan's silhouette.

Saria stood before him, her hand firmly on his shoulder. The cold white light shone on her sharp features, making her expression appear exceptionally resolute.

She left him no room to back down.

The cold touch of the wall seeped through his clothes onto his skin, but even more undeniable than the wall's hardness was Saria's presence—she was so close that Gerald could clearly smell the faint fragrance lingering on her body and even see her slightly clenched knuckles.

Her other hand slowly rose and landed steadily beside his cheek, her thumb gently brushing against his cheekbone, as if scrutinizing him, slowly sliding down along the contours of his face.

“I am certain that I will walk with you, even to hell… So what does it matter if you have many lovers?”

"Therefore, for your breach of promise—I need you to make amends."

"Let's go home first."

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After the two people left through the passage, Muirsay silently stood up from the bench.

Although she hadn't heard a sound since waking up, and could only see a small part of the scene with her eyes half-closed, she was certain of one thing—

Her Saria has likely undergone a complete meta-evolution into another form.

Chapter Ninety: A Day That Should Have Been Ordinary and Unremarkable (4K5)

After today, Gerald fully realized two things.

First, it has been proven that the Vyvans are indeed a race more suited to the battlefield. Compared to their scientific research abilities, their talent in combat is unparalleled. Even if you attack them with your bare hands, it is difficult to truly break through their defenses unless you use some underhanded methods to make them voluntarily disarm.

His most pressing need is to develop the ability to increase his strength and counter close-range chokeholds; if things continue like this, even a god can't save him.

At the same time, her tail was so strong that it could be regarded as a third arm when entangled, making it difficult for him to gain the upper hand without using offensive techniques.

Secondly, the timing of his confession was somewhat poor.

"Uh... ha, ha, ha."

Gerald struggled to lower the body lying on top of him a little, so as to share some of the weight exerted on him by the large tail—this was the most troublesome place in Vaivan; once they lost their original sleeping spot, the only place where they could fall asleep peacefully was on their bed partner.

The extra cross-sectional area provides just enough space for the corner of the Vaiva to be placed, and the presence of an adjustable "cushion" can provide heat as needed.

Just as her ancestors would sleep peacefully by campfire in their tribe, this primitive companionship resonated more with her bloodline than with cold, technological products.

There were no unnecessary movements or overstepping boundaries; she simply held the person in her arms, slowly enjoying the feeling of their hand stroking her head, and drifted off to sleep to the sound of a low lullaby.

Their breaths mingled gently, and time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Pegasus's body temperature wasn't high; in fact, compared to Vayvan, it carried a reassuring coolness. Yet, even so, Saria didn't remove her arms from around him, her tails remaining firmly intertwined, as if they were born to be together.

As for Pegasus, it wasn't so much that he felt bad, but the fact that Saria was constantly needing him to coax and cuddle her was too disruptive to his worldview.

"It's five in the morning now, you can sleep a little longer."

The person lying on top of him suddenly moved, carefully raising her head slightly to avoid having her horn pierce directly into the body of a certain Pegasus.

She quickly turned her head to look at the clock on the wall, used her tail to lift her body up, and gently landed on the other side of the bed.

As "Dark" Saria went offline, "Light" Saria returned to Gerald's side—this familiar feeling immediately relieved Gerald. He moved his fingers, feeling the exhilaration of his blood flowing again.