"The Bronya was born in Siberia and was raised by an uncle."
The silver-gray-haired girl sat in a wheelchair, recounting her life story.
"I don't know what my parents looked like; the Bronya has never seen them since birth. I don't have any photos of them either, I only learned their names from Uncle Maxim."
Brian stroked Bronya's head and asked softly, "I heard that an unimaginable disaster occurred in Siberia, which is why it has become what it is today."
"Is that true?"
"Yes, Bronya's mom and dad died in that disaster."
"Uncle Maxim took me from my mother, taught me to read and write, and how to survive on that barren snowfield."
"He would occasionally bring back some nice things for me, let me get to know the outside world, and tried his best to let me grow up like a normal child."
The light in the young girl's eyes dimmed.
"But that snowfield is merciless, coldly devouring every life."
"Uncle Maxim had an accident and never came back. The Bronya buried him and started to survive on her own."
For a child to survive on that snowfield without the help of an adult, she must have gone through countless hardships.
"At that time, there were many bad people in Siberia. They recruited children like the Bronya to be trained as soldiers and form armies."
"The Bronya joined them and got a chance to survive."
Brian feigned ignorance: "So that's how your legs were injured?"
"No." The silver-gray-haired girl shook her head, a deeper sorrow appearing in the depths of her eyes.
"During a mission, the Bronya was responsible for assassinating someone. The Bronya's mission failed, but I didn't lose my life. Instead, I was adopted by my current mother."
A sense of nostalgia appeared in her clear eyes.
Her time at Cocolia's Orphanage was the happiest period of Bronya's life.
That place was very cold, and supplies were not abundant, but everyone in the orphanage was very lovely.
Although there were troublemakers like Sin, from the perspective of Bronya, who had truly been through hell, it was all just child's play.
If you bully me today, I'll put chili in your bowl tomorrow.
Such back-and-forth was the childish squabbling that filled Cocolia's Orphanage.
There were some small troubles, but thinking back on it now, it was truly a happy time.
However, all happy times must come to an end.
"Mother arranged a test for everyone, and the children who achieved excellent results would get very sweet candy to eat."
"In order to make Mother happy, the Bronya used her full strength and got the best score."
"As a result..."
A flash of anger bloomed in Bronya's eyes, and her slender hands unconsciously tightened their grip on the armrests of the wheelchair.
"It was a rehearsal for an experiment."
"She sent the Bronya's younger sister into the experiment cabin, and it was there that the Bronya lost her legs."
"The Bronya doesn't know what she was trying to do, but I will never forgive her!"
"It seems your life hasn't been a happy one," Brian commented.
What the person involved said herself greatly supplemented the fragmented information Brian knew.
Cocolia, that master of internal conflict, was as incomprehensible as ever, successfully becoming the villain in her daughters' eyes through her own bizarre actions.
Perhaps in Bronya's eyes today, the Cocolia of the present is not a mother, but a breeder.
Raising children for some unknown purpose; when she needs them, she sends them to where they need to go without the slightest hesitation.
Cocolia's Orphanage, perhaps it would be better to rename it Paradise Lost.
Brian thought for a moment and said, "Bronya, since your adoptive mother can have you participate in experimental projects, why doesn't she provide you with a slightly more affluent life?"
"That shouldn't be difficult for her."
"..." Bronya opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer. "The Bronya doesn't know."
As an executive of Anti-Entropy, Cocolia wielded great power.
Even when they first met, she was one of the foremost warlords on that snowfield.
With such strength, even if she couldn't give every child in the orphanage their own villa, she could at least ensure they were well-fed and warmly clothed, right?
But on careful reflection, life at Cocolia's Orphanage never changed; it was as cold and difficult as ever.
Brian pressed on: "Perhaps your mother-daughter relationship is just a one-sided wishful thinking on the part of you children."
This was sowing discord.
He wasn't here to be a trash can.
His true purpose today was to play his part as a blondie and turn a capable aide away from Cocolia's side.
"..." Bronya said nothing.
Cocolia's actions were like those of a madwoman, impulsive and completely lacking in any discernible logic.
"In her eyes, you are vessels for her to vent her maternal instincts, but that doesn't stop you from being her precious property."
"The word 'daughter' has no special meaning. It could just as well be used to refer to a pet she's raising."
Mental suggestion.
The seed in the young girl's heart began to magnify under the influence of an external force.
"Sorry, the Bronya has to go back now." The girl, her heart stirred, didn't want to think about that cruel possibility and prepared to leave in her wheelchair.
The years of care she received were not fake.
Cocolia could be heartless, but Bronya's scarred heart had not yet completely given up on that woman.
She still held a sliver of hope.
The electric wheelchair moved under the girl's skilled control, creating distance from Brian.
The words that needed to be said had been said, the troubles that needed to be vented had been vented. Now, she was the ruthless Silver Wolf of the Urals, and everything was for the sake of rescuing her younger sister, Seele Vollerei, from the Sea of Quanta.
However, just as Bronya turned her wheelchair around...
"Leaving just like that?"
"The Bronya thanks big brother for listening to the Bronya's troubles, but the Bronya has her own things to do."
A hand rested on the wheelchair from behind.
The gentle-faced young man approached in the sea breeze, and just as Bronya was about to leave, he played his trump card.
"Bronya Zaychik, you wouldn't want to never see your sister Seele Vollerei again, would you?"
"..."
The happy life of young Brian, now serialized!