It’s normal to fall in love with Valkyrie

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PS: good night

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110.Misterine

The black abyss lay across her chest, and Cecilia blocked the nun's sight. She leaned forward slightly, her posture was irregular, but she looked like a beast ready to attack.

The white-haired nun looked at herself and stretched out her hand, shook her head and chuckled.

"It's my fault."

She retracted her hand, as if giving up on the black abyss.

Cecilia's figure was reflected in her azure eyes. The nun looked at Cecilia with a scrutinizing gaze, and then nodded.

"good."

It's like the seniors are looking at their juniors.

Cecilia didn't speak. She remained on guard. There was a solemnity in the air, and the nun in front of her gave her an indescribable sense of threat.

"but."

The nun's head tilted, and her snow-white hair fell down.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

she asked confused, as if she'd discovered something she couldn't understand.

"Forget it." But she shook her head, as if she was not interested in this matter, "Junior, can you give in?"

Although the nun's gaze was on Cecilia, Cecilia had the feeling that her gaze penetrated her and fell on Odin.

The woman in front of me is here for Odin!

"No."

A drop of sweat slid down her cheeks. Cecilia stepped on the ground with her bare feet, not giving the nun a chance to get close to Odin.

"Is it really not possible?" The nun blinked. The girl in front of her had a stubborn look that reminded her of her past self. "Do you know what you want to protect?"

she asked.

"My master."

Cecilia replied that this was a little flirtation between Odin and her, but Cecilia regarded it as a relationship between the two.

The nun fell silent.

Like a little bit shocked.

Facing the exposed nun, Cecilia wanted to step forward for a moment, but as soon as her toes pressed against the ground, she felt a creepy feeling all over her body.

very dangerous.

Instinct told her it was dangerous.

"...People more than 500 years later actually played..."

The nun murmured a little, and she quickly returned to her previous calm appearance.

"He is dangerous." The nun seemed to be admonishing, "He is not a person who should exist in this world."

Paused.

"His existence is a transcendence for this world."

"Only by driving him out will this world have a future."

"So, junior, get out of the way."

The nun delivers an ultimatum.

But even after hearing such words, the expression on Cecilia's face remained unwavering.

She couldn't understand what the nun was saying.

In other words, even if she understood it, nothing would change.

She only knew that the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was not this world, but Odin.

Seeing Cecilia's helpless look, the nun sighed softly and grabbed her right hand towards the shadow behind her.

"Wow."

She seemed to have caught something, and there was a sound of chains rubbing.

Alarm bells rang in Cecilia's heart, but at this moment, a voice sounded in her mind.

"Leave it to me here."

It was a gentle, peaceful voice.

But the sound didn't ring in my ears, but appeared directly in my mind.

The stigmata on Cecilia's body lit up.

But her consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.

As if sensing something was wrong, the nun took a step back, and Cecilia in front of her slowly opened her eyes again, looking at the nun calmly with her bright blue eyes.

The light from the window fell on "Cecilia".

Her cascade of bluish white hair seemed to be splashing like moonlight, and her gleaming pink lips were closed.

Under the bead-curtain-like bangs, the delicate and delicate face reveals tranquility and a touch of sadness, like a fairy trapped in a cage.

The snow-white and slender thighs are tightly closed, and the graceful figure is like a sculpture.

Although her appearance has not changed much, her impression is different from the Cecilia just now.

If the Cecilia just now was a pure lily, then "Cecilia" at this time is more like a snow lotus on the mountain, far away from everything in this world.

"you......"

"who is it?"

Faced with the unexpected situation, the nun frowned and asked.

"Hello."

Facing the uninvited guest, "Cecilia" said with a smile.

"I am Mistrine Shaniat."

"Cecilia" who called herself Mistrine looked at the nun's face.

"You may have never heard of this name, but I should know your name."

"You are..."

"The one from more than 500 years ago, Saint Karen Kaslana."

Misterin's eyes reflected the nun's face, which was very similar to Theresa's, but more mature than Theresa's.

Because Teresa's genes come from Karen Kaslana more than 500 years ago.

But the saint who was supposed to have died more than 500 years ago is now standing here.

Even Misterin felt strange.

"..." The nun with the face of Kallen Kaslana did not admit or deny her identity. She looked at Misterin, and her originally relaxed attitude became serious, "You are not just now Her, right?"

"Two souls in one body?"

Kallen guessed.

The descendants more than 500 years later are really strange.

Misterin pursed her lips and smiled, but did not explain what happened to her.

"But no matter how many souls you have, Misterin, can you get out of the way?"

Kallen called Mistrine by her first name.

Perhaps in her eyes, both Cecilia and Misterin who suddenly appeared are her descendants.

"That won't work."

Mistrine shook her head.

The reason why she appeared was to stop Kallen.

Before Kallen could respond, Misterin raised her right hand and snapped her fingers towards Kallen.

Karen didn't have time to react. Her mind began to drift. In an instant, her consciousness fell into darkness and her body fell forward.

Misterin's face showed some fatigue. She took two steps forward and supported Kallen's fallen body.

But when Kallen's body fell into her arms and their skins came into contact, Misterin's body trembled and her back tensed.

She looked down at Kallen who fell in her arms in disbelief.

"You are......"

Mistrine shook her head.

"It's my job to deal with you, not me."

She muttered to herself as she placed the unconscious Kallen on the ground, leaning against Odin as Theresa did.

Inexplicably, at first glance, they seemed to be somewhat harmonious, like a couple and a child.

However, Odin's tragic situation made Misterin show a trace of sadness on her face. She glanced at Odin's left arm that fell on the ground, and when she wanted to pick it up, she seemed to notice something, and her eyes widened in surprise.

She didn't pick up the arm.

Instead, she crouched next to Odin. She was specialized in martial arts, and she happened to be good at it. She knew what probably happened to Odin.

However, she reached out and gently touched Odin's face.

"Thank you."

She said softly, no one in the room could hear her thank you, but she had to thank the man in front of her who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Misterin picked up the communication terminal that had fallen aside. She carefully pressed the screen and opened the communication software used internally by Tianming.

My eyes moved across the list, and finally stopped at a title----

【Clingy Spirit】

A very frivolous note, like a note to a lover after falling in love.

Misterin bit her lip, with a bit of sadness on her face. She clicked on the chat box between Odin and the other party, and flipped up the chat history between Odin and the other party in a very ungrateful manner. She could see that Odin and the other party were The other party has a lasting connection.

There are many affectionate words in the chat history.

But because most of the communication was via video, it was difficult for Misterin, who peeked at the chat records, to know the situation between Odin and the other party from these few words.

It gave her the feeling of a kitten scratching her heart.

At this time, she was like a wife secretly checking her husband's cell phone.

After hesitation, as if she had already struggled in her heart, Misterin carefully typed a message.

Then sent it to the other party.

"Good morning."

Then, there is a tense waiting time.

But soon, there was another reply.

"Good morning, little Odin~"

Not a text reply, but a piece of language.

Misterin clicked on the language, and the language played slowly. It was a sweet and gentle voice of a woman, with a bit of confusion that might have just woken up.

When she heard this voice, something seemed to be stabbed deep in Misterin's heart. She was in a trance, and she didn't even realize when the language had finished playing.

It was obviously a short sentence, but she felt that it seemed to span more than ten years.

She did not reply, but pressed the communication terminal against her forehead.