Cecilia and Theresa sat together on the bed. Two best friends who had been apart for so long naturally had endless things to talk about. After all, so many things had happened in those ten-plus years.
He might as well let Theresa slowly tell Cecilia everything. It would be better for her to explain from her own perspective and with the information she knew.
"You two chat. I'm going back to sleep." After enduring more than ten minutes of text bombing from Friedrich, Shun was also getting bored. Although it was quite funny how his father-in-law turned red at the slightest provocation, the messages were just repeating the same few lines over and over.
"Wait." Just as Shun was about to leave, Theresa called out to him.
"What's up? Still not satisfied?" Shun thought she might still be holding a grudge about him climbing onto her bed. Was her heart really that small?
"Um… what happened today was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you during the day, and just now I misunderstood you. Anyway, thank you for helping me bring Cecilia back."
Theresa slightly lowered her head. A faint blush of embarrassment spread across her fair face. Her hands unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her clothes.
This evil little devil from Little Leiyin Temple actually dares to disturb my Dao heart? I will never betray Zhenyu!
"A forty-year-old hag pretending to act like a pure maiden?" Shun looked at Theresa before him and felt as if he were seeing her for the first time.
"Damn it, I knew a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!" Theresa instantly changed her expression. She had finally mustered the courage to apologize to Shun, yet he didn't appreciate it at all!
"That's more like it, Ghana~!" Having regained a familiar feeling, Shun breathed a slight sigh of relief. If Theresa really kept acting like she had earlier, he wouldn't know what to do.
A golden teleportation gate appeared behind him. Shun stepped through it and his figure vanished from the room.
"Seriously, can't this guy be a little serious for once?" Theresa felt that everyone around her was a god. Siegfried, Shun, Otto — none of the three were proper.
The seemingly unrestrained and free-spirited Siegfried was actually the most honest one among the three. Oh no, had she really reached the point where she thought Siegfried was honest one day?
"Hmm~ Theresa, you and little Shun seem to have a really good relationship." Cecilia patted Theresa on the back with a gossipy expression.
"Who has a good relationship with him! It's just that I need him for information on my side, and I owe him a favor, that's all." Theresa thought that if it weren't for the matter of her two — no, three nieces back then, which had given Shun leverage over her, would things be like this now?
"I actually think you're quite enjoying it. After all, if it were someone else treating you like that, you'd probably just smack them with Judah." Cecilia discovered that ever since her revival, she had even picked up a bit of a playful personality.
Perhaps this was what happened after experiencing life and death — one could look at everything more lightly…
"No way. Cecilia, you don't know. This guy has no other skills, but his ability to save his own life is top-tier. One day I was walking on the road and wanted to pat his shoulder, but he phased through it to dodge."
For Shun, who was allergic to air, it really wasn't easy to touch him without him noticing.
"Hmph, Theresa, you have to know that being unable to do something and choosing not to do it are two different things. You can't do it because he's too good at dodging. If you don't do it, that means you've accepted it by default."
"This… after all, he's my ally. If one day he slips up and I smack him to death with Judah, who am I supposed to turn to?" Theresa immediately found another excuse to brush it off.
"Heh, then let's say it's like that. Enough about that. Tell me about what happened with Siegfried and the others after I left!"
"In? Old friend, want to take a bath together?" As soon as he left Theresa's house and took out his phone, he received this message.
"Otto, are you insane?"
"The location is… Old friend, I'll be waiting for you." Otto spoke on his own and didn't give Shun time to refuse.
Hmm, should he go? Taking a bath was fine. He hadn't washed up yet anyway. But… the last person who took a bath with Otto was named Welt Joyce.
A few minutes later, in one of Schicksal's private bathhouses, Shun had just finished rinsing off outside. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked toward the bath.
"Old friend, I knew you would come. You've never disappointed me!" In the bath, Otto raised the wine glass on the wooden tray in front of him and toasted toward Shun.
Looking at the bath filled with flower petals, Shun couldn't help but complain, "You really are a flashy bastard. Weren't you quite pure when you were with Kallen?"
Shun squatted by the edge of the pool, tested the water temperature with his hand, then entered the water. Otto was made of Soul Steel and could soak in boiling water, but Shun didn't want to soak in boiling water.
Otto didn't refute when Shun called him flashy, but he had something to say about the latter part.
"Old friend, the Otto Apocalypse of the past died the moment Kallen died. Please don't compare me with him."
If the current Otto were sent back to the past, it would probably be "Conquering the Kaslana Lesbian in Three Days, All Because I Am Schicksal's Five-Hundred-Year Archbishop."
"Maybe. So, why did you call me here? Don't say it's just because you purely wanted to bathe with me. I don't remember you being into guys."
A guy who, in the first year after seeing Kallen, had already thought of names for his two future daughters — how could he possibly be into guys? Even if you said Siegfried was into guys, Shun wouldn't believe Otto was.
"Old friend, how many people in this world do you think can truly be called heroes?"
"Damn, don't tell me… You're not going to say you want to pass the position of Schicksal's Archbishop to me, are you? Just give it to Theresa!" Hearing Otto's zero-frame opening statement, Shun almost jumped out of the bath in fright.
The last person who bathed with Otto and discussed heroes had been dead for decades.
"Joyce was a good friend, but unfortunately he stood in my way. Old friend, you are my companion on this journey. You don't need to worry that I would harm you. However, it is true that I want to pass the position of Schicksal's Archbishop to you."
"After I die, if Schicksal is left to Theresa, 'If the successor is capable, support him; if he is incompetent, you may take it for yourself.'"
"Otto, I am not Zhuge Liang, you are not Liu Bei, and Theresa is not Liu Shan. Stop with the White Emperor City entrustment. Go give that line to Amber."
"In short, just help me take good care of Theresa when the time comes. To be honest, the only one I can't let go of is her. She is a MANTIS. She still has a very long life ahead of her."
Otto said somewhat melancholically. With Theresa the way she was, how could he rest easy if he were no longer around one day?
"You don't need to tell me. I'll do it anyway. She is my friend, after all."
"Heh, then be good friends for a lifetime and take care of her for a lifetime (being taken care of)."
"Ugh… Otto, why have you become so gravitational too? It's disgusting!"
"I've always been the most gravitational person in this world, after all…"