Collapse, the beginning will avoid 500 years of detours

What on earth happened in these ten years?

"She's fine now."

Otto replied.

Hearing Otto's words, Cecilia nodded secretly. Yes, no matter what happened before, as long as her baby is doing well now, there will be time for her to make up for it in the future.

Theresa clutched her nun's uniform in both hands. In her pocket was a "wishing ticket" that she had obtained by kicking the little golden-haired girl.

She was wondering whether she should use the wishing ticket to see the child.

However, Theresa has been slow to do so.

Because she was afraid.

She was afraid that her grandfather would tell her that the girl was actually gone.

Before she saw the child, Theresa didn't really believe what her grandfather said. After all, she had been at the headquarters for so long, and had never seen or heard anyone who looked like that child.

After thinking about it, Theresa still didn't make a wish.

If you have a wish like this, you can wait until you find the child and then make a wish to take her away. Grandpa won't cheat by then.

And with that child's talent, in two or three years, I should be able to find her when she becomes famous.

Theresa had a beautiful thought. After all, in her eyes, there was no way her grandfather would not let that child become a Valkyrie. By then, as long as an outstanding white-haired Valkyrie appeared, wouldn't she be exposed directly?

I have already waited for five years, so it’s no big deal to wait another two or three years.

But Theresa looked at Cecilia, and she hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"Can I see your face?"

Cecilia turned her head to look at Otto who was picking at her stockings. This made Theresa a little dissatisfied. Why did she have to look at her grandfather's face even for such a thing? But Otto nodded, and Cecilia took off the goggles on her face.

When Theresa saw clearly the face that had been haunting her dreams, her vision became blurred and big tears dripped down her cheeks. It seemed that all the sadness accumulated over the past ten years poured out at this moment.

Theresa slowly stepped forward and threw herself into Cecilia's arms.

Although she knew that this was not Cecilia, Theresa still couldn't help but do such a thing.

"Wow, wow, wow...Cecilia...I miss you so much..."

Theresa buried her head in Cecilia's arms, and her muffled sobs softened Cecilia's heart. It was the first time she saw Theresa cry so sadly. She could even say that this was the first time she saw Theresa cry. For a moment, the resentment she had towards Theresa in her heart also rose and fell with Theresa's crying... and disappeared into thin air.

Cecilia patted Theresa's back gently. Although she couldn't tell her her identity, she could still give Theresa some comfort.

However, the crisp sound of tearing cloth wiped away the sadness that had just accumulated in Cecilia's heart.

Cecilia was a little helpless. She was here to comfort Theresa, but the bishop was still there picking at his sissy. The hole, which was originally the size of a finger, must have been torn into a large piece.

It's like a child who has found a new toy.

But Cecilia did not blame the Bishop. She was only grateful to him. The Bishop had just mentioned that Kiana had awakened once a few months ago. Although the Bishop downplayed it, Cecilia, who had fought against the Second Herrscher, knew that it would not be too simple.

Because when the Bishop mentioned this, he used a little force with his fingers, leaving a little nail mark on the back of her smooth thigh.

Their skin touched, and it was hard to hide their emotions from each other.

Cecilia even speculated that the bishop's memory problems might be due to this incident.

However, although she was very grateful to the bishop, when Otto's fingers moved, Cecilia still closed her legs in shame and her face flushed. What was the bishop going to do? Theresa was still here.

Holding her best friend in her arms, Cecilia's heart was pounding. Fortunately, Theresa didn't notice the abnormality in her heartbeat.

After a long time, Cecilia could hardly stand. Theresa finally raised her head, her red face full of tear marks, and Otto's fingers moved away from Hirsch. Cecilia, with red ears, breathed a sigh of relief, and her body was so limp that she almost sat on the Bishop.

"Uh...uh..."

Theresa sniffed and was about to wipe her tears with the back of her hand, but Cecilia took the initiative and wiped Theresa's tears and snot with a handkerchief, but she did not deal with the tears and snot on her own chest.

Cecilia knew that her best friend was not very particular, but a girl should not be so sloppy. However, her action made Theresa tremble. After Cecilia wiped Theresa's face, Theresa was silent for a moment, then looked at her grandfather.

"Grandpa, I want to take her back to St. Freya's Academy."

Theresa said.

She didn't want to find a replacement for Cecilia, but she felt that she should take her to the Far East to prevent the "Cecilia" in front of her from being used by her grandfather.

Cecilia suddenly felt distressed——

She didn't really want to go to St. Freya's Academy.

Otto waved his finger in response to Theresa's request.

"Little Theresa, it's not up to you to decide where she is."

Theresa frowned.

But Otto continued.

"Of course, it's not up to me to decide."

As he spoke, Otto reached out, took Cecilia's left hand, and played with her delicate fingers with a smile on his face.

"She decides where she is."

"so."

Theresa and Otto's eyes fell on Cecilia, causing the latter to tense up, while Otto spoke with a smile.

"Who do you want to stay with, Cecilia?"

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PS: Good night.

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Chapter 147 I like good people.

"Why……"

In the main classroom of Tianming, Theresa was like a defeated rooster, and she was completely depressed.

Facing Otto and Theresa, and meeting Theresa's hopeful eyes, Cecilia pointed at Otto.

Her answer was obvious.

Seeing Theresa's unacceptable expression, Cecilia felt a little helpless. Her best friend was good in every way, except that she was a little too confident.

If he was just an ordinary clone and had lived with the bishop for a while, how could he choose to be with a little girl who suddenly appeared?

And since I am Cecilia, it is even more impossible for me to leave Otto.

Because Cecilia believed that she was just borrowing her sisters' bodies, she had no right to make any decisions for them. Moreover, even if she went to Theresa's side, she would only wake up next to the bishop the next day.

Otto looked at Theresa with a smile. He had foreseen Cecilia's choice. On the contrary, he would be surprised if Cecilia chose Theresa.

but……

Otto glanced at Cecilia. Half of Cecilia's face was blocked by goggles, but from the direction of her face, it could be roughly determined that she was looking at Theresa.

As if sensing something, Cecilia turned her head to look at Otto, but Otto had already turned his head to look at Theresa and said with a smile.

"Little Theresa, do you accept this result?"

This was like rubbing salt into Theresa's wounds. Theresa glared at Otto angrily, but faced with such a result, she had no choice but to accept it. She couldn't just take Cecilia back to the Far East. Her eyes lingered on Cecilia reluctantly for a moment, Theresa stomped her right foot, snorted in dissatisfaction, and did not answer Otto, but turned and left.

As if fleeing in panic.

"Say hello to Kiana for me."

Otto's voice sounded behind her. Theresa clenched her fists in anger, her teeth almost breaking.

Stupid grandpa!

Watching Theresa leave, Cecilia's eyes were filled with reluctance. She recalled the past when she and Theresa used to talk about everything. Even the name Kiana was given by Theresa.

Restraining her emotions, Cecilia turned her head and met Otto's gaze. Otto was looking at her with his chin supported. Even with the goggles blocking her view, Cecilia still subconsciously looked away.

The bishop's emerald eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Take off your goggles."

Otto said.

Cecilia raised her hand, and her fingertips touched the cold goggles. She trembled slightly and hesitated, not taking them off immediately.

It was as if Otto asked her to take off not the goggles, but the last piece of clothing on her body.

However, under Otto's gaze, Cecilia slowly took off her goggles, revealing her charming face. But Otto looked into Cecilia's eyes. Her soft and slightly curved willow-leaf eyebrows were lightly frowned, and under her long feathery eyelashes were a pair of beautiful eyes as blue as the sky.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Cecilia's eyes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head. When their eyes met, she felt as if Otto saw through everything about her. It was obvious that only Hiss had a hole in it, but she seemed to have no protection at all.

"From now on, when it's just the two of us, you won't have to wear that kind of thing."

Otto said with a smile. His calm tone made Cecilia unable to tell whether the Bishop had seen through anything. Cecilia's hands were slightly clenched on the hem of her clothes. She suddenly felt an urge to confess. As long as she confessed to the Bishop, her relationship with the Bishop would definitely return to the way it was before, instead of continuing on the wrong path...

"But I didn't expect little Theresa to make that request. Are you treating you as a replacement for the past Cecilia? Or has part of Cecilia been reborn in you?"

Cecilia's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the bishop was hinting at something.

"But it was clearly our first meeting, yet he insisted on taking you away. I'm so sorry. I really don't know whose personality that child resembles. Could it be me?"

Theresa is not much like you, but you have spoiled her into this kind of personality.

Cecilia thought so in her heart, but did not say it out loud.

"He and Amber have completely different personalities."

Otto sighed, even though they were the same type of experimental subjects, and Cecilia couldn't help but smile, "Amber is much more mature than Theresa... just like you."

Otto looked at Cecilia.

If the other Cecilia clones were blank slates, then the clones he had slept with in the past few days all had their colors.

Is it because the girls have grown beyond his imagination?

Cecilia's heart was beating violently. She looked at Otto. To be honest, the possibility that Otto was not the real bishop was very small. Faced with such a small risk, confessing to the bishop was the right choice.

But every time Cecilia wanted to speak, she couldn't say anything, as if something was blocking her throat.

And now, Cecilia realized what was blocking her mouth.

It's taboo.

It's everything the Bishop has done to me these days.

If I confess, will the bishop and I still be able to treat each other with respect as before, or will the bishop still let me kneel before him like I did these past two days, and pat me on the head if he is satisfied?

Cecilia, whose body was immune to all diseases, suddenly felt a chill. She opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

Once the conversation begins, will the hierarchical relationship between Cecilia and Otto, which many people envied in the past, become shattered?

Cecilia flinched.

There was still a glimmer of hope in her heart that she wanted to return to her identity as Cecilia, and it was this hope that forced her to continue to stay with the bishop as Cecilia's clone.

Yes.

The Bishop's bed partner is a clone of Cecilia, not Cecilia herself.

"Are you a little nervous?"

Otto said with a smile, and Cecilia tensed a little. "I was actually complimenting you. You give me less worry than your other sisters. Maturity is not a bad thing."

The only thing that was difficult to cure was probably the fact that I had lied to Fu Hua.

He had told Fu Hua that he had no feelings for these girls, but he didn't know when he started to have feelings for "Cecilia" every day. If he only treated Cecilia as a meal substitute for the End Worm yesterday, then this morning he took the initiative to let Cecilia serve him, and was even quite impatient.

Thinking of what happened in the morning, Otto swallowed his saliva and stretched out his hand to signal. Cecilia hesitated for a moment, but still slowly sat on Otto's thighs.

Otto did not do anything to her, but gently put his arms around Cecilia from behind. He lowered his head and smelled the sweet scent on Cecilia's body.

"And you're very good. I like good people."

If it were the Endworm and Fu Hua, they would not be so obedient.

Every time I touch Fu Hua, I have to be prepared that my ribs might be broken.

The bishop's breath was hot, and Cecilia felt her ears buzzing. Her body was stiff, and her snow-white skin turned a delicate pink.

When the third person's voice sounded at the door, Cecilia's already rapid heartbeat reached its peak.