Honkai Impact: Capturing the Little Herrschers starting with Sirin

Youlandel fainted.

Controlling Chi Yuan, Xiao Tianqi came to her.

Looking at this girl, Xiao Tianqi couldn't help but speak.

"You have too many shackles on you. Even if you know that this is probably a scam, even if you know that the road ahead is dangerous, you still want to do more before being hurt."

"You are very brave. You are trying to do something, but it is a pity..."

"It's all doomed, Otto. I won't give you any more choices. From beginning to end, you have only one way to go."

Is there something wrong with Youlandel not knowing all this? Of course she knew, but she had no choice.

When she came here, it was destined that she had the only way forward, and Otto... wouldn't give her a choice.

So at that moment, even if she knew something would happen if she stepped into it, she had to move forward, because there... was the source of all problems.

She had to go because the shackles on her... were too many.

Xiao Tianqi admires her, and of course feels...

"My sister has good taste."

"Hey, but...if I know that I stabbed her little boyfriend in the back, she will definitely beat me up, right?"

Thinking in his mind, he used his wings to pluck off his own head, and an instrument protruded from Chi Yuan's neck.

Soon, with the jump in the space in front of them, Qianjie Yicheng drove over according to their current position.

Dragging Youlandel, Xiao Tianqi pulled her into the car.

"Hoo~!"

"It's finally over, now..."

"How are you doing, my friend?" A voice suddenly sounded next to him, it was Otto.

At this time, far away at Tianming Headquarters, Xiao Tianqi, who was playing harp, was frightened by the sudden sound in his ears and couldn't help but turn around.

"I go!"

"Can you please make some human noises?!"

"If you keep doing this, believe it or not, I will delete your treasured game records!"

Xiao Tianqi cursed angrily, but Otto was calm.

"Don't be angry, my friend, I'm just happy for your success." Otto didn't forget to add, looking at the unconscious Hollander on the screen.

"Of course, I hope we succeed."

"As you wish, it's done." Xiao Tianqi started the return procedure of the Thousand Realms First Vehicle and turned to face Otto.

"She has established a connection with the tree, although there is a forerunner who has not awakened the power in Landale."

"With this connection, we can also rely on the tree's powerful size to maximize the little power in this body."

At this point, Xiao Tianqi raised an eyebrow at Otto.

"Now that all the preparations have been completed, it's time for you, the immortal old man, to announce your abdication, right?"

………………

"here it is……"

Black, endless black.

This is all that Hollander saw after opening her eyes.

Even she couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness.

"So, is it still being calculated?"

A little helpless, a little bitter.

In the end, the forerunner whom he had always regarded as his enemy actually gave him a kind reminder.

But the man next to him stabbed him behind him.

This feeling is really different.

Moving forward, Youlandel didn't know where she was going or what was here.

But she couldn't stop. If she stopped here, she might be completely lost.

One step, two steps, taking steps slowly and rhythmically, Youlandel was counting her steps in her heart.

Until, something suddenly flashed in front of her, and everything changed.

She stood in a corridor.

The surroundings are no longer dark, and the soft and warm sunlight shines in from the window, making the surroundings brighter but not dazzling.

Looking up at the surroundings, you can see the exquisitely patterned walls, the crystal-like chandelier, the ticking clock, and the fluffy carpet on the floor.

Walking slowly in this warm and comfortable corridor, Youlandel was puzzled and at the same time she felt a rare sense of relaxation in her heart.

She approached the end of the corridor, but as she approached, she stood in front of a picture frame on the wall.

It was a picture, a family portrait.

The photo shows a couple. The man has short white hair, a handsome face, and a happy smile that is instantly recognizable.

Of course, Youlandel didn't know them.

However, it made her feel a sense of closeness for no reason.

Next to the man, his wife had long white hair, but her face could not be seen clearly.

Yes, I can't see clearly. No matter how hard I try, I still can't see clearly.

It was as if there was a layer of mist shrouded there, making Hollander's eyes a little hazy when looking at her.

In the photo, they lean on each other lovingly, holding a baby in their arms.

A newborn baby.

"What a happy family."

The sunlight shining on the photo frame made the photo appear a little blurry, but it also illuminated Hollandelle's reflection more clearly.

Walking past one by one, there are many photo frames on this wall, recording the life of that happy family and the beautiful memories belonging to that child in the future.

""Um?

"This is... Teresa?"

When she saw Theresa on top of one of the photos, what she saw was that there was a girl with a pair of white pigtails in her arms.

That child has grown up and is no longer the baby that needs to be held in one’s arms.

But Theresa has never changed at all.

Step by step forward, skipping everything, walking through this long corridor that looks like life, and finally, standing in front of the door.

What's behind this door?

Stretching out her hand, she gently grasped the door handle with her palm.

But before that last step, she became nervous.

Her heart began to beat faster, and Youlandel could feel that her heartbeat was accelerating.

But she still turned the doorknob.

click!

With a clear sound, the door was opened a crack.

"Mom...Mom...Mom~!"

The immature sound coming from a child was mixed with the unclear sound itself.

Turning around, there, a child ran behind him.

She was so young that every step she took seemed to make her fall.

But she stubbornly moved forward, passed Youlandel, pushed open the door, and threw herself into her mother's arms.

"Kiana?"

"Did Kiana come here by herself?"

"Awesome, Kiana is the best."

The girl on the frame hugs the little girl who is acting coquettishly in her arms. Her long silver hair is casually draped over her shoulders like a galaxy. Her not-strong body exudes the purest maternal love.

Youlandel was standing at the door. They couldn't see her, but she was looking at everything in front of her in a trance.

"Kiana..."

"Is this Kiana's past?"

She told herself in her heart.

But why...

Will she feel so familiar and warm again?

"Why……"

A smile appeared on her face.

But she doesn't know.

Why are you so happy?

Suddenly, everything changed again.

She stood in the familiar yet unfamiliar living room.

It was noon, and the afternoon sun shone in the quiet and tidy house.

Youlandel stopped here and faced forward. There, there was a person lying casually on the sofa.

The one seen in the photo frame, Kiana's father.

He lay on the sofa like a salted fish, quietly enjoying the afternoon sun shining on him.

From time to time, some shouting can be heard.

Just like a fool.

"father!"

A familiar voice sounded in the distance, and a little girl ran to the sofa,

It's that child, it's Kiana.

She has grown up.

He is no longer the little kid who has such a hard time walking and talking.

"Huh? What's wrong Kiana?"

The man was woken up.

When he got up, he saw his lovely daughter holding a book, smiling and speaking loudly.

"Dad, I want to hear the story of King Homu."

"Oh?"

"Kiana has listened to it so many times, she should be able to memorize it, right?"

"But, I just want to hear dad tell me!"

"Okay, come on, sit on the sofa, and daddy will tell you."

The warm picture touched every heartstring in Hollander's heart.

But everything in front of me is becoming distant.

Farther and farther away, until finally, everything disappears.

Standing in a pure white space, Youlandel paused for a long time.

I don’t know how much time passed before Youlandel moved.

She took steps and walked slowly in this pure white.

Pictures kept flashing around, as if broken memories were scattered everywhere, chaotic, yet so quiet.

"Kiana."

"Kiana is so good."

"As expected of my child, he has inherited Kaslana's intelligence."

"Intelligence? Do you have it? If Kiana is like you, she must be another idiot."

"I think it doesn't matter whether you are smart or not, as long as Kiana is happy."

"Sure enough, I still hope that Kiana can be more like her mother Sisi..."

That was Kiana's parents and Theresa. This perspective was when Kiana was still young.

But why is everything about mother so vague?

It seems that it is really the memory of a child, and I can only feel it, feel that vague and true love.