Chapter 406: Cellular Memory
"Hey, are you okay?"
[I'm fine!]
"Why do I feel like you look kind of worn out?"
[Get lost!!!]
…
"Waaah—!"
Kiana jolted upright from her half-dreaming state.
No, seriously—what was her problem all of a sudden? Was it possible to get heated even inside the consciousness space?
Kiana sat there in a daze for three seconds, then flopped backward and sank into the soft bed, squinting her eyes as she unconsciously smacked her lips.
"(´◡`) Mm… mmh~~"
Why should she care anyway? Sirin being weird wasn't exactly new.
Thinking that groggily, Kiana reached out to the side—but her hand grasped only empty air, touching nothing but the soft mattress.
"Sig~~ Sig? Where'd you go?"
Kiana snapped fully awake.
"He went to Sin Mal's place. Yawn—"
Bronya replied in her usual cool, childlike voice, taking a sip from the drink in her cup as she spoke.
The mingled bitter and fragrant aroma told Kiana immediately—it was coffee.
Kiana looked up, and sure enough, by the window sat a delicate little girl in a blue trench coat and short hot pants, long slender legs wrapped in black stockings, crossed casually as she stared ahead with a blank expression.
Kiana flopped back down again, stretching out star-shaped on the bed and lazily saying,
"You're here pretty early today… did that little brat wake up?"
"She did."
"Any problems?"
"She seems to have been stimulated by something. Bronya doesn't know the details and couldn't calm her down, so I came to get Sigurd."
Bronya explained her reason for coming, her expression unchanged.
Kiana blinked, as if thinking something over.
Then, the corner of Bronya's mouth lifted slightly.
"So? Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"Can you not be so dirty? We were totally pure last night—just sleeping, that's all."
"Oh. Then it seems Kiana's charm is just average after all. Sigurd must already be bored of you."
"Huh? You wanna fight?"
Kiana sat up, narrowing her eyes.
Calling her an idiot, air-headed, lazy, or brainless—she could tolerate all of that. After all, those were basically facts.
But questioning her attractiveness to Sigurd?
That was absolutely unforgivable.
Bronya's lips curved faintly, the smile flashing by in an instant.
Kiana had been alone with Sigurd for two whole days. If she wasn't teased a little, this idiot would start getting carried away. The more favored one was, the more they needed to be reined in—that was the proper way for the main wife to maintain stability.
Holding her coffee, Bronya took another leisurely sip.
Kiana shot her an annoyed glare.
That said… to be fair, the smug restlessness bubbling inside her did quietly fade away during this exchange.
Then, with a sudden motion, Kiana threw off the blanket—swish—flung open the wardrobe, tossed clothes aside one after another, and picked out a tight, easy-to-move outfit, similar to her White Comet suit. She changed right in front of Bronya.
Bang!
Kiana slammed the wardrobe shut.
Turning around, she grabbed Bronya's hand and dragged her off without explanation.
At the instant the bedroom door closed, Bronya caught a glimpse of the scene inside through the narrowing gap.
The blanket lay crumpled on the floor. Clothes were scattered everywhere. One wardrobe door hung on the verge of falling off. The standing mirror wobbled, about to topple over.
Even a pair of chubby little bear-print panties was hanging from the ceiling lamp, still swaying gently.
Boom!!
The door slammed shut.
Crash-clatter-bang!
Bronya stared ahead with dead, lifeless eyes, listening to the sounds of wardrobes, mirrors, and other furniture being smashed to pieces inside the room, and calmly allowed herself to be dragged away by Kiana.
...
Sigurd pushed open the door and stepped into Sin Mal's private room.
What greeted him was Sin Mal curled up in the corner, biting into her own arm, apparently swallowing her own blood.
Standing several steps away from her, on either side, were Seele—dressed in a white outfit with a short skirt—and Fu Hua in flowing teal sleeves, both keeping watch over her.
Sensing Sigurd's arrival, Seele and Fu Hua turned around at the same time.
"Sigurd-oniichan! I'm sorry… Seele didn't know what to do."
Seele's eyes lit up for an instant before she lowered her head in shame, unable to hide the guilt and worry on her face.
"Sigurd, you're here. Sorry I couldn't be of much help."
Fu Hua greeted him with a gentle smile. There was relief in her eyes, along with a trace of apology.
"Mm."
Sigurd nodded, his gaze fixing on Sin Mal as he walked over to the two of them.
He then reached out and patted Seele on the head before saying to both of them,
"It's not your fault. Go outside—I'll talk to her alone."
"But, Sigurd-oniichan—"
"Trust me."
"Okay!"
If she couldn't trust Sigurd-oniichan, then who else could she trust? Seele thought simply and earnestly, nodding hard.
Fu Hua let out a soft sigh. She knew this was a matter of the heart—even with authority over consciousness, it couldn't truly be resolved. A heart ailment required a heart's remedy. What Sin Mal needed… might really be only Sigurd.
Fu Hua nodded to Sigurd, then turned and left the room together with Seele.
...
With only the two of them left, Sigurd watched as Sin Mal continued to drink her own blood, curled up in the corner as if completely immersed in her own world.
He closed his eyes and shook his head inwardly.
Kiana was like this. Sin Mal was like this too. Why were all the girls around him such problem children? Not only did he have to take care of their daily lives—he also had to constantly keep an eye on their mental states.
Bronya was slightly better…
…a child soldier, skilled at killing with stockings from a young age, drives at every opportunity, uses drugs, and even tried to drag her dearest little sister down with her—
Thinking that far, Sigurd truly had to shake his head.
So in the end, all three of his partners were completely messed up?!
"Sigurd…"
While Sigurd was lost in thought, Sin Mal suddenly hugged him, her hazy voice carrying a lingering sense of sorrow.
Sigurd lowered his head and gently stroked her hair with one hand.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Sigurd… I think I had a nightmare."
"If you mean attacking me and drinking a lot of my blood, then that wasn't a dream."
"...I'm sorry. Sin Mal didn't do it on purpose."
Sin Mal tightened her arms around Sigurd's body. She even lifted herself onto her tiptoes, her snow-white bare feet barely touching the ground, like a child who had done something wrong and was begging for forgiveness.
Sigurd kept stroking her hair and smiled faintly.
"So biting your own wrist was to compare the sensation with what you remember—just to make sure you really did it?"
"Mm."
"Silly girl. I forgive you."
"Really?"
At Sigurd's casual forgiveness, Sin Mal lifted her head from his midsection. Her heterochromatic eyes—just moments ago dull and dim—lit up as if sunlight had suddenly poured into them.
"Sigh…"
Sigurd let out a helpless sigh. He cupped the girl's head with both hands, bent down, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
The kiss was very light. Given the difference in their heights, it was more like an affectionate gesture from an older brother to a younger sister—but a cute blush still bloomed across Sin Mal's face.
"Sigurd, more—more!"
The girl stood on her tiptoes. After Sigurd straightened up, she raised her arms and lightly bounced in place, asking for more closeness. Her voice, still childish, was filled with excitement.
It seemed her psychological shadow had faded. Even if something still lingered deep down, at the very least, her emotions had warmed again.
Sigurd smiled slightly—then suddenly put on a stern face. He hooked her head with his arm and vigorously ruffled the top of her head.
"Waaah!"
"So you ran off to do experiments, huh? Not afraid of dying, are you?"
"Sigurd… I'm dizzy…"
"Hmph!"
After rubbing her head for quite a while—until Sin Mal swayed unsteadily, her eyes turning into spinning spirals—Sigurd finally let go. Still annoyed, he flicked the same forehead he'd just kissed.
Snap!
"That hurts!"
"If you're still sleepy, go back to bed. If not, change clothes—we're going out to eat."
"…Okay."
Sin Mal held her forehead and nodded weakly.
She opened the wardrobe and took out a red Gothic-lolita dress, laying it neatly on the bed. Then she took off her sleepwear, folded it just as neatly, and placed it back into the wardrobe before gently changing into the dress right in front of Sigurd.
Tap. Tap
Sin Mal hooked one leg back and slipped on her storybook-style red round-toed shoes, lightly tapping the floor twice to make sure they fit snugly.
Meanwhile, Sigurd looked at her snow-white arms and nodded to himself.
The teeth marks Sin Mal had bitten into herself—and the blood that had seeped out—were now completely gone, without a trace remaining.
'Cellular tissue memory regeneration. Even after bleeding, the blood cells absorb surrounding moisture and proteins, returning to the wound according to tissue memory and achieving complete restoration. Looks like she's already very close to my level.'
Affirming Mobius's experimental results, Sigurd's gaze toward Sin Mal softened—then abruptly turned strange.
He suddenly thought of a rather delicate issue. If that was the case, then even that kind of thing would also…
No—he couldn't keep thinking about it.
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Note: The thing that Sigurd is talking about at the end of the chapter is about Sin Mal virginity, considering her regeneration, then wouldn't this mean that everytime they finish having sex, her hymen would repair itself and make her a pseudo-virgin again?
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