"I am your golden finger!"
The purple figure finally couldn't help it and practically shouted, but immediately realizing this damaged her image, she forced her voice down, though her tone became even more gritted, "To put it simply, I am here to help you get back at them! Understand, you single-celled organism!"
"golden finger?"
Kiana clenched her right fist and tapped it lightly against her left palm, looking like she had suddenly realized something, "Oh! I get it! Just like in the novels, an old master possesses me, my strength instantly skyrockets, and I counter-kill my opponent! Right?"
The purple figure: "... (In a way, that's not wrong.)"
"But,"
Kiana's train of thought jumped again, and she looked suspiciously at the orb of purple light, "Why do you want to help me? Do we know each other? Also, what exactly are you? You don't sound like a good person..."
She intuitively felt that the other party's aura was somewhat familiar, yet also carried a disturbing sense of repulsion.
The purple figure fell silent once again.
Communicating with this idiot was more exhausting than fighting those bastards!
Her originally carefully designed, mysterious, cold, and high-status entrance and dialogue had all been utterly ruined by this Paramecium's train of thought!
She endured and endured, finally deciding to adopt the most direct, and perhaps the only, method effective against this idiot:
"How about this: if you don't want my help, then just wait for death."
The voice turned cold, carrying an unquestionable indifference, "When your consciousness returns, that block of ice will smash you into real minced meat, or freeze you into an eternal ice sculpture. Your Mei, your Bronya, your Aunt... will never see you, this Paramecium, again. Choose."
"Ah, this..."
Kiana was choked by the blunt threat, scratched her head, and a look of conflict appeared on her face.
She looked at the mysterious, seemingly ill-tempered purple light before her, then thought about the terrifying block of ice outside and that even more terrifying White-haired Man...
It seemed there really was no choice, right?
"... O-okay."
Kiana finally pouted, looking "reluctant," and muttered in a low voice, "Then... then I'll trouble you. But it's a deal, you can't use my body to do weird things!"
"You—!"
The purple light orb flared up violently, its halo churning intensely, as if something had exploded inside!
A massive and oppressive rage instantly filled the entire consciousness space.
I'm begging to help you?!
I lowered my status to show myself, and this is the attitude you give me?!
Making it sound like I'm begging you!!!
(Although from the perspective of "not wanting this vessel/half of myself to just die inexplicably," to some extent... it actually is.)
The purple figure felt that the prestige she had accumulated and her pride as a Herrscher had been trampled into nothingness by this Paramecium in these few short minutes.
She was so angry she wanted to disperse this consciousness projection immediately and just let this idiot fend for herself!
But... no.
The presence of that White-haired Man outside, and this bizarre space, both exuded a highly unusual aura.
This wasn't just a simple battle; it contained power that even she felt a hint of dread towards.
If she let this idiot Kiana handle it herself, something would definitely go wrong, and they were now bound by a shared fate.
"... Forget it."
Sirin finally used all her willpower to suppress the urge to turn this body upside down, her voice returning to that cold, calm tone, though it still trembled slightly, "Get ready. Consciousness transfer. Let me show you what... true power is."
Kiana only felt an irresistible force envelop her consciousness; the purple light before her eyes gradually magnified, while the scene of St. Freya Academy began to fade and recede.
"Eh? Wait, I haven't even asked what your na..."
At the very instant that the giant ice block, capable of crushing steel into a thin sheet, carrying bone-chilling cold, was mere millimeters from Kiana's nose—
The pair of previously tightly closed azure eyes suddenly snapped open.
However, what was reflected in the pupils was no longer fear, but a majestic, cold, golden hue like molten gold.
Even more heart-stopping was that in the center of those golden pupils, a bewitching and sacred cross-star was clearly branded.
The casual clothes on "Kiana" instantly reorganized under some invisible force, transforming into a gorgeous Herrscher dress armor adorned with star patterns and dark gold textures. Her pure white hair broke free from the constraints of her braids, cascading down behind her like a waterfall, moving without wind.
She—or rather, Sirin at this moment—faced the iceberg right before her, not only without fear, but the corners of her delicate lips curled into a cold arc.
She didn't even make a large movement, just a slight flash of her golden cross pupils.
"Crack!"
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the training room.
Stelle was clutching the flame-leaping Flame Lance in one hand, locked in a fierce fight with Kevin.
Heat and extreme cold collided constantly, leaving hissing trails of steam in the air.
Stelle's breathing was a bit rapid, but her golden eyes burned with the fire of excitement; this kind of battle, squeezing out potential on the edge of life and death, made her feel a strange exhilaration.
Suddenly, at almost the same moment, both she and Kevin experienced an extremely subtle pause in their movements.
An entirely different, abnormal aura, like a boulder thrown into still water, suddenly spread from the other side of the training room.
"?!"
Stelle and Kevin, with extreme tacit understanding, exerted force simultaneously, using the collision of their weapons to gain leverage, and drifted backward several meters, temporarily breaking contact.
Both stood firm, and simultaneously cast their gazes toward the churning ice mist.
Stelle's face was filled with confusion, while Kevin's ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly; no emotion could be read on his cold face, but the aura radiating from him became more solid.
Just as the two were fully focused, a shrill whistling sound of something breaking the air erupted!
Two Spears of the Void, with black and gold halos flowing along their edges, tore through the ice mist without warning, shooting toward Stelle and Kevin at strange arcs!
"Wah!"
Stelle yelped, her rich experience (in getting beaten up) letting her body react before her brain, executing a clumsy but effective side roll. The Spear of the Void flew past her shoulder, the air pressure it brought leaving her feeling a tearing sensation.
And Kevin, facing the incoming Spear of the Void, didn't even move his feet.
He just raised his ice-blue eyes and looked indifferently at the spear tip.
In an instant, starting from the tip of the Spear of the Void, extreme low temperature spread and froze it at an unnatural speed!
The Spear of the Void, which was speeding along a moment ago, turned into a strangely shaped popsicle the next, dropping onto the alloy floor with a "clatter," and immediately shattering into countless ice crystals.
"Heh... human."
A female voice came from the depths of the gradually dissipating ice mist.
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly echoed in every corner of the vast training room, as if acting directly upon the listener's consciousness.
The tone was filled with condescending, cold arrogance.
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