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

Adhering to the principle of voluntarism, Shu set out with Schrödinger, while Kiana and the others remained on the train, on standby.

Back in the equipment carriage, Kiana and Bronya were visibly more relaxed.

"Bronya, we should be reaching the end of the line soon, right?" Kiana squatted in front of the large map hanging on the wall, her finger tracing the highlighted railway route. After moving it a little further, she suddenly realized they were very close to the end.

"Mm," Bronya replied simply, her eyes glued to the screen of her small computer.

She had already received Shu's instructions and was now observing Frélle's movements through the train's cameras.

The girl was behaving very well, sitting obediently on the sofa. Although she was curious about her surroundings, she was more timid than anything else.

Sirin was hugging a large Homu doll, curled up on the sofa opposite Frélle. She was almost completely hidden behind the doll, with only half her head peeking out to stare at the other girl.

It was a state that perfectly matched that of a helpless little girl in an unfamiliar environment... but thinking about what Shu had said, that this girl was likely faking it, Bronya didn't dare to relax.

Although she hadn't found any flaws in the other girl's disguise so far, it wasn't as if Bronya hadn't met people like this before.

Wasn't Sin Mal just like this? The Sin who went out with Mother Cocolia in a formal dress was a completely different person from the Sin in her regular clothes at the orphanage.

Who would have thought that the gentle, elegant, and graceful noble lady Sin would, in private, be someone who would grab someone by the collar and roar, "I'll kill you!"?

And Călugăru... Bronya remembered that this seemed to be a noble title. Looking at it this way, she and Sin might really be very similar.

"Bronya, have you thought about what you want to do when you get home?" Kiana suddenly appeared behind Bronya, startling the girl who had been focused on peeling back layers of the disguise.

After giving Kiana a speechless look, Bronya turned back and began to seriously consider her question.

What do I want to do when I get back to the orphanage...

"I should see Seele, I guess..." Bronya said.

Kiana wore an "I knew it" expression. "Oh~ I knew it~"

She threw her hands up, as if she had seen through everything. "Oh, I get it, a reunion after being separated is a very touching scene!"

Bronya looked at Kiana's love-guru act and was at a loss for words.

Where did she get this confidence from? From being cornered by Mei in Sapphire City at night?

The true top-tier wingman looked at Kiana with disdain and contempt.

And her relationship with Seele... for now, they were just very good sisters. Bronya had no intention of deliberately pushing it in a certain direction.

With matters of the heart, it was best to let things take their natural course. Those who were meant to be together would eventually end up together.

Of course, this was Bronya's thinking before things had started going downhill. After all, she and Seele were still young, not even adults yet. They had plenty of time in the future...

Bronya suddenly fell silent.

The future... when you really thought about it, that seemed like a somewhat distant word... Now she was a member of the MOTH' First Squad, and the mission she carried was enough to suffocate anyone.

Although Shu was at the forefront, shouldering most of the pressure for her, to keep up with the sun, the giant Kuafu would not have to endure any less fatigue.

An undeniable fact was—Bronya felt a little rushed.

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In the train's common carriage, Sirin stared at Frélle, and Frélle stared at the little black cat on her lap.

This cat is a real pig...

She tried her best to maintain her delicate and obedient persona, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with Sirin.

Sirin's poorly concealed surveillance was making her sweat. It wasn't that she hadn't been watched before, or even watched for a long time. But this was the first time she had been stared at like a criminal under interrogation...

Or rather... the first time anyone had dared to stare at her like that.

Although Frélle wasn't looking at Sirin right now, the few cursory glances she had taken had already committed everyone she had seen on this train to memory.

The purple-haired girl hugging a yellow sack-rabbit doll looked to be about her age, but her mental age was probably higher. She just acted a bit childish on the outside.

From some of her movements and mannerisms, she could tell that the girl probably wasn't from a noble family.

She had traces of Northern Sojourn in her, and some habits from the Future City. She wasn't proficient in either, so she had probably moved, perhaps from Northern Sojourn to the Future City...

To be able to settle in the Future City... that was one of the top families in the world.

Those who could get a residence permit for their family in the Future City were all well-known names in their respective industries. If she could find out their name, she might be able to figure out who her family was...

The older, gray-haired girl with the twin drills was a standard Northern Sojourn type. Capable, good at hiding her emotions and herself... was she from the war-torn lands of Siberia? But she didn't seem to have any injuries...

Was she under a powerful warlord, or was she rescued from that sea of suffering early on?

The clumsy, white-haired girl... if she wasn't mistaken, was that a Kaslana?!

Although there were a few very fine red streaks in her hair, the snow-white hair color, the sapphire-blue eyes, the exquisite features that most people would envy, and that air of foolishness that emanated from her entire being...

That had to be a Kaslana, right?!

A Kaslana... that was a great noble family that even the entire House of Călugăru would have to make way for, and also the most out-of-place among the nobles.

It was no exaggeration to say that any member of this family possessed top-tier talents that all other nobles would covet. In their families, such talents would be key cultivation targets, expected to elevate the family's standing by at least one level.

But this family, teeming with geniuses, had been reduced to being supported by two other great noble families... no, you couldn't say "reduced." No matter what, they were still one of the three great families of Western Europe by their own strength.

This family was not without its merits. The family reputation that all other families treasured as their lifeblood was actually modeled after the Kaslanas.

After all, who wouldn't be envious of the Kaslanas' top-tier reputation of "Sorry, no can do under any circumstances. What? You're a subordinate of a Kaslana? Then you can."?

Hadn't she herself relaxed all her wariness of this train the moment she saw this Kaslana?

After all, where a Kaslana is... means there is no darkness or filth.