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Chapter 282 – Mother
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 16:04:48 +0000 UTC“Nagami, when can we start reviving Mom? Do we need to prepare anything special?”
The eager voice broke through the stunned silence, pulling everyone back to reality.
Mei glanced at True Kiana, who was tightly clinging to Nagami’s arm, clearly wanting to say something—yet unable to.
After all, the situation was special.
The boy she liked had brought her mother back to life.
Under such circumstances, True Kiana’s actions weren’t too out of line.
Mei forced herself to accept it.
What Mei didn’t know, however, was that True Kiana had already done far bolder things—and even dragged the heiress Kiana along for the ride.
Everyone’s gaze turned toward Nagami, waiting for his answer.
None of the girls present doubted Nagami’s power.
But to travel through time itself and resurrect the dead… it was far too fantastical, even more shocking than Kiana and Sirin appearing together.
There was still an undercurrent of disbelief.
“No special preparations are needed. We can start anytime. But we’ll need to wait for Otto—oh? He’s already here? That was fast.”
Nagami raised his head in mild surprise.
Far off in the sky, a Schicksal airship streaked across the clouds like a meteor.
A small floating battleship came into view, rapidly growing larger.
With the thunderous roar of an overstrained “overlimit” engine, a golden-haired man leapt straight down from the sky.
The violent gusts of wind whipped through the girls’ long hair as Otto landed in a strikingly graceful pose.
His gaze lingered briefly on Yuzuriha and Kurumi, then softened with a warm smile as he turned to Nagami.
“My friend, I didn’t expect you to work so quickly. You’ve given me quite the surprise.”
“I imagine if you spent less time fantasizing about Kallen and more on Schicksal’s affairs, your efficiency would put mine to shame.”
“Haha… perhaps. But let’s leave that talk for later. The most important matter now is reviving Lady Cecilia, isn’t it?”
Otto’s eyes flicked toward Kiana and the heiress, before finally settling on True Kiana.
His lips curved into a gentle smile.
“It’s been a while. I trust I’m not mistaken?”
“Otto…”
True Kiana’s sharp gaze held a glint of frost.
Of course she wouldn’t welcome Otto kindly—but he was right.
The first thing to do now was revive her mother.
“Um… should we maybe tell that old man?”
Hesitantly raising her hand, the tuna Kiana—the only one of the three white-haired girls who could still be considered a half-decent daughter—looked nervously at her sisters as she carefully voiced the suggestion.
“Hmph, why should we care about that man?”
True Kiana waved dismissively, but when she saw Kiana’s conflicted expression, her heart softened.
Ever since she had started to sincerely see this tuna as a younger sister, she couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh.
“…Fine. For your sake, it’s not impossible to let him know.”
“Yay! Thanks, sis~”
Hand in hand with C.C., Kiana skipped happily off toward Siegfried’s ward.
Sirin made no move to stop her from calling True Kiana “sister.”
It seemed Nagami’s dream world had truly mended their bond to some extent.
That single heartfelt “sister” tugged a smile onto True Kiana’s lips—but it froze the moment she noticed Kiana was still clutching C.C.’s hand.
To be honest, Nagami wasn’t thrilled about bringing Siegfried into this.
During the Second Eruption, when Cecilia had beaten him bloody, she had at least held back a little.
But now? The tragic truth had already unfolded.
Nagami half-expected he might have to give Siegfried emergency treatment afterward.
It wasn’t long before Kiana returned with Siegfried in tow.
The man’s face was etched with desperation and wild hope as he rushed forward.
“Cecilia… she can really be revived?!”
His injured body was heaving for breath, his expression dazed as he stared at the black-haired boy at the center of everyone’s attention.
“What does that have to do with you?”
True Kiana immediately stepped into his line of sight, her sharp words choking him into silence.
Nagami only shrugged at Siegfried, his expression all helpless innocence—though inside, he felt nothing at all.
In fact, he almost wanted to laugh.
“Alright, let go of me now. The revival process is simple and quick.”
Obediently, True Kiana released his arm and stepped back beside C.C., intertwining her soft, pale hand with hers.
C.C.’s smile froze slightly.
Her left hand was now being held by Kiana, her right by True Kiana, and the heiress loomed close behind.
Nagami quickly retrieved the Void Core from his body.
He didn’t need to create a body this time.
Cecilia had been brought back soul and body both.
The one who perished in the Second Eruption was only a fabricated shell.
The combined powers of the Herrscher of Reason and the Herrscher of Death ensured that the body was no different from the real thing.
A crisp snap of fingers echoed, and the floating core radiated a dazzling glow.
Countless dreamlike streams of icy-blue particles surged forth like a tide.
The dancing particles split into two flows, weaving into tangible streams of light—one forming in front of Fu Hua, the other in front of Kiana.
And then, in a single instant, they solidified into reality.
Kiana’s gaze locked on the figure slowly emerging before her.
Her slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by emotions she had never felt before.
Long, curled lashes quivered as Cecilia slowly opened her eyes, like someone awakening from a deep illusion, her consciousness still hazy.
The first thing she saw was a tearful white-haired girl, her silvery hair cascading down her back, her blue eyes shining like the ocean.
In that instant, Cecilia understood what had happened.
She searched the crowd for a familiar green silhouette.
So it really worked… she’d actually made it to the future!
Nagami-chan really… wait.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
Something was off.
Why were there three of them?!
She knew about Sirin sharing Kiana’s appearance during this time period—but who was the other one?
C.C. hadn’t told Cecilia about the "the Heiress Kiana." She had left that as a surprise.
But the question barely lasted a heartbeat.
The moment Cecilia’s gaze met those equally blue eyes, the white-haired girl’s emotions burst forth like a dam breaking.
“Mom!”
Kiana threw herself into the embrace she had longed for all her life, crying out with a voice raw from years of yearning.
Seeing her daughter sobbing hysterically, Cecilia’s own tears flowed uncontrollably.
Heart aching, she wrapped the girl tightly in her arms, her voice infinitely gentle.
“Mama’s here.”
No one knew how long it lasted, but eventually, the white-haired girl’s sobs quieted.
Still, her grip never loosened, clinging desperately to the warmth of her mother’s embrace.
By contrast, the “fake” Kiana stood frozen in place.
She wasn’t the real Kiana Kaslana—just a copy.
Did she even deserve to call this woman “mother”? Cecilia hadn’t even heard of her existence…
But that daze didn’t last.
In the very next second, she felt her body seized by another powerful will, her right eye shifting into a golden rhomboid glow.
And then—
Every memory of the Second Eruption unfurled in her mind.
It was resonance born from her and Sirin’s overlapping consciousness.
Because, in the end, they were one and the same.
Everything Nagami had done, everything Sirin had endured, even that blissful dream…
Her lips curled into a faint, blissful smile as crystalline tears spilled from her mismatched blue-and-gold eyes.
Sirin took silent, steady steps forward until she stood before Cecilia, her gaze filled with longing and reverence.
“You’re… Sirin, aren’t you?”
Though it came as a question, Cecilia’s voice carried the weight of certainty.
“Mama’s here.”
Releasing one arm from Kiana, Cecilia pulled Sirin into her embrace as well.
The dream they had once shared was now real—happening before their very eyes.
