Honkai: You're telling me this difficulty is from Honkai Impact 3?!

On the train, the slaughter at the game console had ended. After Shu left, everyone had returned to their posts.

Mei was in the driver's cabin, ready to start the train with Ai-chan's assistance. Bronya and Kiana were in the armed carriage, fully geared up to respond to any danger at a moment's notice.

Kiana was wearing the battlesuit Otto had custom-made for her. The Key of Genesis was in Shu's room. Although he hadn't locked the door, Kiana didn't dare to just waltz into his room.

After all, Shu had warned her three times over not to touch the Key of Genesis without permission.

Ugh... well, she hadn't promised. In a real emergency, hesitating for even a second would be a disrespect to her Kaslana bloodline.

Rules? Rules were made to be—

"Shu is back," Bronya, who was fiddling with a small computer nearby, suddenly said. Kiana, who had been squatting boredly at the exit, shot up and leaned over Bronya's shoulder.

"Really? Bronya, how do you know?" She widened her eyes, trying to spot the returning Shu from Bronya's position, but she didn't see anything.

Bronya rolled her eyes and pointed to the small computer screen. "The Bronya has connected to all the train's surveillance feeds, which is how she can see Shu returning."

"Huh? We have surveillance on this train?!" Kiana's eyes widened. She hugged herself in horror. "Bronya, you haven't been secretly...?"

"The Bronya does not have the same thoughts as Kiana," Bronya's face immediately darkened.

Not everyone was a perv... ugh... not everyone was a pervert. She would never be as shameless as Kiana. Besides, Bronya thoroughly looked down on Kiana for having the lust but not the guts.

Kiana's intuition told her she had just been scorned, but she paid it no mind and looked at the screen of Bronya's small computer instead.

Shu had just landed, and with him was a little girl who looked a couple of years younger than Bronya. Although the girl was as delicate as a doll, her clothes were far too tattered...

It was like she was wearing a torn pillowcase.

"Is she a survivor from the estate?" Kiana asked curiously. Bronya rolled her eyes again. Who was she supposed to ask?

"Hehe, since Shu's back, we don't have to stand guard here anymore, right?" Kiana grinned, stretched her body, and ran towards the carriage Shu was returning to. "I'll go get them!"

Bronya decisively shut down the small computer, her speed in getting up not much slower than Kiana's.

She thought Kiana had a point. Now that Shu was back, there was no need to guard this place.

The person who opened the door for Shu was Schrödinger. She opened the door with a sleepy expression, looking like a college student disturbed early in the morning, standing hazily behind the door.

"Ah, you're back. That was fast," Schrödinger said, holding Little Hei. She silently took two steps back to make way for Shu. Her gaze fell on Frélle behind him, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hmm... you brought back a very cute child..." After looking for a while, Schrödinger offered a sincere compliment.

Shu paused, a bad feeling rising in his heart. He looked back. Frélle, who had been so dignified on the way here, had somehow reverted to her pitiable appearance.

"Hel... hello, big sister..." Just standing there, she exuded an air of humility. Her fear, self-consciousness, and awkwardness were all on full display, making it clear to anyone at a glance that her recent days had not been easy.

Shu suddenly had the urge to expose her, but he didn't know what to say to do so...

Say that she wasn't actually that weak, that she was a capable noble lady, a rather confident person...

Would that even count as exposing her? In certain circles of elite talent, that wouldn't even be considered a "scandal," okay...

"Mm, hello," Schrödinger greeted lazily. Little Hei in her arms also let out a long, drawn-out meow, as if greeting Frélle as well.

"Mm, hello to you too, little cat..." This time, Frélle's stutter was much better. Shu couldn't tell if it was a mistake or intentional.

Whatever... it's not a bad thing...

"Shu!" Kiana ran into the carriage, waving at him. "Did you find anything?"

Shu looked down. Kiana followed his gaze and saw Frélle, who was nervously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes by his leg.

Kiana fell silent. She quickly leaned closer to Shu and whispered in his ear, "Is she a survivor? Is she alone?"

Shu nodded. "Yes, but she's not the only one. There are also some animals in the estate, and a severely damaged android."

This combination of personnel was truly strange to Kiana. Humans and androids were one thing, but animals...?

Shu hadn't mentioned Frélle's parents, and Kiana understood what he meant. Her eyes filled with a trace of pity and sympathy as she looked at Frélle.

"Let me just remind you, her pitiful act is just that, an act," Shu whispered to Kiana before she could move away.

"Huh?" Kiana turned her head in astonishment, looking at Shu in disbelief.

"She's actually very smart. Her appearance is just a shell to protect herself. When you talk to her, remember to be... never mind..." Shu wanted to warn Kiana not to be swindled, but on second thought, he realized it probably wasn't necessary.

Kiana could be a bit slow when Mei was around, but she wasn't stupid. She was often fooled in small matters, but she had never been tricked in anything important.

Small things were unavoidable, and big things didn't need to be avoided. A reminder was useless.

"Just keep an eye on her," Shu said, then saw Bronya walk in with her computer. "Actually, it's better to have Bronya keep an eye on her."

Kiana didn't protest, but nodded seriously. This was official business, and she wouldn't be vague about it.

"Dr. Schrödinger," Shu turned to Schrödinger. "Do you know how to repair androids?"

"A little... Is there an android that needs repairing?" Schrödinger placed the eleven-kilogram Little Hei into the arms of the eager yet timid Frélle. The comforting weight made Frélle's expression stiffen for a moment.

"Yes, and there are also some things I need you to appraise."

"I'm not a professional appraiser..." Schrödinger sighed. She knew she had been roped into this.