Collapse, women's clothing strategy Qiyana, then

Rita seemed to sense something, turned her head to look at him, and her eyes lit up again when their eyes met.

The word "cold and aloof" seems a bit mature for Bai Yan at this moment, but that is truly how she feels.

Seriously, I'm liking this face more and more.

Bai Yan blinked and tilted his head, puzzled.

Is Sister Tazi so happy to see me dressed as a woman?

Tsk!

Being appointed as her assistant was not what Bai Yan wanted; he just wanted to live and get by.

It wasn't until he met Rita that he realized there were things in this world more important than just getting by.

—Make those who stop me from wasting my time disappear.

Unfortunately, they couldn't win, so they had no choice but to submit.

Although St. Freya's teaching system is very relaxed, the requirement to maintain a disguise without being exposed 24 hours a day makes up for this.

Has the workload decreased? Yes.

Rita couldn't read minds and couldn't discern Bai Yan's thoughts, but she did notice his tilting head.

She was even more satisfied.

At the same time, there was some regret: I couldn't go to St. Freya with them.

Otherwise, it's hard to imagine how fast it would go—no, I need to be reserved.

Rita withdrew her gaze and calmed herself down a little.

Incidentally, the pseudonym "Bai Yan" sounds similar to "Bai Yan" and was given to her by Ragnar. Her point of view is that even if you accidentally mispronounce a name, you can say it was a slip of the tongue.

According to the newly created false file, "Bai Yan" is Bai Yan's younger sister, who was lost for many years and was only recently found.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at Otto's location again.

“Professor Ragnar has some urgent business to attend to, so I will be in charge for the time being.”

As soon as Otto noticed the newly appeared girl, Rita spoke first.

Looking away, Otto nodded to indicate that he understood, and then said, "It seems that we don't need to worry about Bai Yan being exposed—at least that's what I think. The effect of such a disguise is truly amazing."

Rita nodded slightly: "Now that His Excellency the Bishop is satisfied, may we begin testing the specific effects?"

Who is the person to be selected?

"Miss Anna, the Valkyrie of the Snow Lotus Squad."

Rita said slowly, "Based on the characteristics of the target, I think Miss Anna is a very good reference case."

Bai Yan glanced at his female superior to his left without making a sound, thinking to himself: Is it because of Shaniat's bloodline? That silly goose is the best candidate. Taking her to do a paternity test with Kiana might even yield a result that they are biologically related.

Rita's plan is to find an excuse to transfer Anna back to headquarters, then create opportunities for the two to interact and observe each other to draw conclusions.

However, things are often not that simple.

Just as Otto was about to agree to her proposal, an "uninvited guest" entered the room with Ragnar, chatting and laughing.

She was tall and slender, with long, curly hair that shone like the golden wool of mythology.

As soon as Yulandel entered, she was drawn to the ice-blue dress. Her gaze swept over Bai Yan's face, and she paused for a moment, only to realize that he was not someone she knew. So she nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

She looked at Rita again, but the latter didn't offer any explanation, only smiling and greeting her.

Durandal originally intended to ignore these details and get down to business, but for some reason she felt something was off and her gaze involuntarily drifted toward Bai Yan.

It looks so good—wait, it feels familiar, is it just my imagination?

"How's the mission going, Bianca?" Otto asked casually.

"—Everything went smoothly." Durandal came back to her senses.

Throughout the entire performance review process, Dai'e's attention was somewhat elsewhere, and she kept drifting off.

Bai Yan quietly observed the scene. He noticed Rita's darting gaze, Ragnar's meaningful smile, and Otto's languid demeanor.

After finishing her report, Durandal finally turned to face Bai Yan, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Have we met somewhere before?"

Her eyes were intense, as if she were searching for an answer.

Bai Yan thought that if she recognized him, she might involuntarily give him a hard time and then accuse him of deliberately severing ties with her all these years.

Recalling memories and dreams, and finally parting ways, the past self would choose to reason, using rhetoric such as "we all have different roles in the fight against the collapse."

But at this moment, I always feel like something is blocking my way; it's just an association, and I can't bring myself to say it.

The girl in the ice-blue dress simply crossed her hands and bowed slightly, a gesture somewhat similar to Rita's, but with an even more respectful attitude.

He clearly stated, "Lady Durandal—"

The moment he said those words, Bai Yancai realized that a pitifully thick barrier had already formed between them.

He continued in his falsetto, "I'm glad Lady Durandal took the initiative to speak to me, but your speech just now had a rather retro feel to it—nice to meet you, my name is Bai Yan, I'm from Shenzhou."

The silly goose realized that its previous statement did indeed resemble a certain outdated pickup line.

She felt a little embarrassed and tossed her curly hair in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

Ragnar gave Rita a look.

The latter lowered his eyelids slightly, seemingly agreeing with one of the other's points of view.

(Ragnar: I think Bianca seems a little interested)

(Rita: That's true)

Volume 1: Chapter 6: First Signs

Durandal's embarrassment quickly dissipated, and her attention shifted to the familiarity she felt with the girl in the ice-blue dress.

"I'm sorry, but you remind me a lot of one of my... friends."

"Lady Durandal's friend? Could she also be a powerful Valkyrie?"

Bai Yan blinked curiously, as if she had some kind of longing, or as if she would be proud to be similar to it.

The goose's eyes dimmed, and then the resentment buried somewhere in its heart rose and spread.

Bai Yan!

For two whole years! For two whole years he was deliberately avoiding me!

Highly skilled in martial arts?

Perhaps that guy is exceptionally talented; even if he's not as good as me, he's still no less talented than Rita.

But he was a lunatic, indulging in pleasure and debauchery, even deliberately wasting his fighting talent.

At least for now, Bai Yan is completely unrelated to the phrase "highly skilled in martial arts".

“That’s not the case,” Durandal calmed herself down and shook her head, replying, “He was a person who was weak and helpless, very intelligent, but completely unambitious.”

Bai Yan's expression suddenly changed. He took two steps back, keeping a distance from the blonde girl.

"Uh, I wasn't talking about you."

"I know," Bai Yan said coldly.

"..."

When someone truly despises you, they won't resort to harsh words, but will remain completely silent.

"I did not mean that!"

"No, a delicate woman like me is from a completely different world compared to Lady Durandal. I was rude just now, please forgive me."

As he spoke, Bai Yan bowed slightly, took a step back, and looked away, refusing to communicate.

Durandal looked to Rita for help, but the latter looked helpless.

He then looked at Ragnar.

At that moment, the silly goose noticed that the expression on her teacher's face was quite subtle, as if she was enduring something.

Ragnar shook his head slightly, indicating that he couldn't help, but a hint of his true feelings was revealed at the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Ragnar, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, everything is normal."

Durandal looked at it suspiciously, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but when she thought that the other person was her teacher, she suppressed her doubts.

“Lady Rita,” Bai Yan suddenly spoke, his tone somewhat stiff, as if he was still angry, “I’ll go prepare now.”

"Okay, Xiaoyan, I'll be there in a bit."

Bai Yan stomped away in his little leather shoes, leaving Youlandail staring innocently at the exit, at a loss for what to do.

"...Rita, is she angry?"

Ragnar turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

Rita gave a complicated smile: "Xiao Yan is just a little shy and doesn't know how to face you, Lady Durandal, you don't need to worry."

"Is that so?"

"puff--"

Yulandel looked in the direction of the sound.

Ragnar had regained control of his expression, blinked, and looked calmly at Durandal.

The teacher and student exchanged glances, seemingly communicating but not really.

Although the atmosphere was off, Durandal wasn't one to dwell on things, so she simply put aside the strange details.

"I'm going to the gym now, you guys go ahead with your work—Bishop, I'll head down now."

"Okay, okay, Bianca, you go ahead."

"Ah."

She nodded slightly to Rita and Ragnar, then left.

“Pfft, hahaha——”

Ragnar suddenly fell silent.

Durandal poked her head out and looked around the room with a puzzled expression, as if she was looking for the source of the sound.

"What's wrong, Bianca?"

Little Bianca shook her head, looking puzzled, and disappeared through the doorway again.

Ragnar waited a few seconds, then tiptoed to the door.

Peek out.

A pair of eyes filled my field of vision.

"...Bianca, is there anything else? Did you forget for a moment?"

"N-nothing, maybe I misread it. I'll be going now."

"Ok."

Ragnar breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that his best student had finally left.

At this moment, Bai Yancai reappeared.

"gone?"

"...Yes, this time he's really gone."

Bai Yansong breathed a sigh of relief, patted the umbrella (four) and patted the wrinkled skirt, and smoothed his slightly messy hair.

How did I perform just now?

Ragnar was speechless for a moment.

Bai Yan's expression was very serious, completely displaying a pragmatic attitude.

profession.