"So we're just leaving Bronya here like this?" Inside the wooden cabin, Shun leaned against the wall and spoke to Misteln, who was lying by the window watching Bronya.
"Mm, don't worry. As her aunt, I will properly train her and turn her into an outstanding warrior. Though this child doesn't have the same potential as you…"
After all, Bronya hadn't even qualified for the X-10 experiment. Even her life had been forcefully protected by Alexandra.
"Then let Bronya stay here a bit longer. I believe you can take good care of her." Shun said helplessly.
In the original plot, among the Three Houses, Bronya's position was the most awkward. If you asked what use she had, she kept getting her driver's license revoked and became a walking legend of failure.
The most troublesome thing without her was that no one knew who should inherit the Herrscher of Reason core. If it really came to it, he could just give Old Yang a righteous backstab and become the Herrscher himself…
After all, Shun felt his own physique was quite abnormal. Maybe after becoming a Herrscher he could recreate the glory of the first Herrscher of Reason — Welt Joyce.
However… "Forget it. I'll observe for now. If Bronya really can't go any further, I don't mind taking on her heavy burden…"
"Have you made your decision? Then I'll have to see whether this little rabbit can truly grow." Misteln said with a mischievous grin.
"Isn't it nice to be a good girl who can never leave her aunt?"
To be honest, Misteln's current smile made Shun feel a bit scared. There was an indescribable feeling to it.
"Can you act normal? You're scaring me…" Shun was already thinking about activating the Cosmic Juggernaut and leaving at any moment.
"Heh, relax. Since it's something you asked me to do, I will definitely take it seriously…" Misteln finally returned to normal, allowing Shun to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Then I'll leave her to you. I still have some things to do. Remember to take care of yourself…" Shun waved his hand. With a flash of light, he left.
Because he had left coordinates at St. Freya, Shun returned almost instantly.
Stealing half a day of leisure in this floating life — as an unemployed vagrant who didn't even attend classes, and without considering the various entertainment methods from before crossing over (such as reading novels or playing games),
Shun really didn't know what to do for a while… However, after driving for so long, it was almost time for a meal. Although he wouldn't get hungry, he could satisfy his cravings and, while at it, check the quality of the cafeteria for Theresa.
"Ah, so this is the St. Freya cafeteria…" Shun held a delicate lunch tray filled with dishes that looked so appetizing they made one's mouth water.
The windows were completely free, the meat and vegetable balance was perfect, the aunties didn't skimp on portions, and the dishes were even large-pot meals made by Michelin three-star chefs… If his university cafeteria had been like this, Shun wouldn't have eaten out every day back then.
Shun carried his tray to a spot nearby that had no one around and was sufficiently secluded before sitting down.
Sorry, he was an introvert and generally refused unnecessary socializing. Males were also far too rare at St. Freya, and he didn't want to be stared at like a monkey.
As a child raised under the red flag, even though he was a die-hard otaku, Shun wouldn't learn from those little Far Eastern people and say "Itadakimasu!" before a meal.
He picked up the disposable bamboo chopsticks provided on the table and prepared to start eating.
"Um, excuse me. Do you mind if I share the table?" The owner of the voice was a mature man — a rare male at St. Freya.
However, Shun, whose attention was focused on the food, didn't think too much and casually replied, "Mm, go ahead and sit. I don't mind."
But after eating a few bites, he started feeling something was off… This voice sounded somewhat familiar?
He raised his head and met the gaze of the man who had just sat down across from him, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to start eating.
He looked so familiar. Shun lowered his head and thought for a moment… Holy shit, isn't this Old Yang, the one I was just thinking about backstabbing?
"Nice to meet you. I'm Shun, more or less a relative of the teaching staff." Shun decisively extended his hand. Although he looked down on Anti-Entropy, he still had quite a bit of respect for Old Yang.
After all, he was the Herrscher of Reason who kept sacrificing his life for humanity. Although his eloquence was terrible and he often messed things up, no one could deny how much effort he had put in for humanity.
"Mm, Welt Yang, history teacher. Nice to meet you, Shun." Old Yang was momentarily stunned, then also extended his hand.
"Mm, it's an honor to meet you, Teacher Yang."
"Honor and such is a bit exaggerated…" Old Yang pushed up his reflective glasses and said.
"No, no. I heard that Teacher Yang's teaching level is very high, especially when lecturing on the history of Schicksal's mortal enemy, Anti-Entropy. Every time, students comment that 'it feels like he really experienced it' and 'it doesn't feel scripted' or something like that."
Listening to Shun's words, Old Yang couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. Was it possible that he really had experienced it?
However, his identity as the leader of Anti-Entropy could not be exposed, so he could only think such things in his heart. Still… he currently didn't have any male friends at St. Freya either.
If possible, having a male friend during the time he was recuperating here would make it easier for him to adapt to life at the academy.
"You flatter me. But I have indeed done some research on Anti-Entropy's history. After all, there's a good saying in Shenzhou: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles."
Mm, Old Yang felt it was somewhat strange that as the leader of Anti-Entropy, he was one day speaking from Schicksal's standpoint…
"In that case, Teacher Yang really is a dedicated and good teacher… Unfortunately, my wife is a Valkyrie, but I'm just a weak man with no strength to truss a chicken. I have no power to get involved in matters between Schicksal and Anti-Entropy."
Since Old Yang didn't know his true strength anyway, Shun was quite skilled at lying through his teeth.
"Let's not talk about that. Teacher Yang, why did you choose to share a table with me?" Shun thought to himself that it couldn't possibly be for some reason like "I just glanced at you extra in the crowd," right?
"Mm, perhaps you don't know, Shun, but I actually sit at this table every day to eat. Maybe it's because Teacher Shun has just arrived at St. Freya and didn't know…"
So he had taken Old Yang's usual spot. That wasn't surprising. Old Yang also looked like a mature and steady man, making him a scarce resource at St. Freya.
"Ah, so that's how it is… I actually just resigned from my job and came to St. Freya yesterday. If I've offended you, I hope Teacher Yang can be understanding."
Seeing that Shun was so easy to talk to, Old Yang had no objections and said, "It's fine. Being able to make a new friend like you, Shun, means I won't be bored while eating in the future."
"True, true." Shun nodded in agreement. Being able to know Old Yang… maybe when the time came to backstab, it would feel even more satisfying… However, Shun didn't want his life. He remembered that Old Yang's body wasn't suitable for bearing a Herrscher core. Everything he was doing was for Old Yang's own good.
"Hm? Shun, and… whoever that is, why are you two eating together?" A childish voice rang out. Both Shun and Old Yang turned toward the source of the sound at the same time.
Sure enough, they saw a white-haired loli wearing a black nun outfit and carrying a golden cross that was larger than herself on her back.