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Seeing Kallen fall silent, you weren't annoyed. Instead, you simply followed her intentions and spoke:

"Weren't you always skeptical of this so-called eastern expedition? Then I'll tell you now—everything we've done so far was right. But this... is *not* an eastern expedition."

The ideals she held tightly would never align with those of the higher-ups. In a vast world, the righteous path she pursued would always seem like a long detour.

"I can help you now—but if I'm not there one day to arrange everything for you, will you still have the awareness to keep walking forward?"

Kallen didn't respond in words, but her eyes—calm and determined—said everything.

But that wasn't enough.

You reached out and gently picked up the cross pendant resting on her chest—*Judah's Oath*. You ignored how flushed her face became from your touch.

"I ask you this—does Judah's Oath represent justice, or evil?"

Huh?

Did Divine Keys even *have* a distinction between justice and evil?

Kallen was lost in thought.

"…Then let me ask again. As the strongest Valkyrie of Schicksal… are *you* just, or evil?"

Of course I'm—!

She instinctively wanted to answer, but paused.

Why did I accept Judah's Oath…?

She tilted her head, confused.

You only sighed softly. Your eyes seemed calm, even soft—but hidden deep behind them was reluctance you couldn't conceal.

"The answer doesn't really matter. As long as you keep moving forward… someday, you'll understand it."

Her answer didn't matter now—no one was born mature, and no one could always see through everything.

But…

"You only have fifty years left, Kallen."

You called out her name gently.

Kallen lifted her head slightly, still dazed.

Under the flickering light, you gazed at her—the girl you cherished—with warmth trembling in your eyes.

"You and Otto both need to grow up quickly… or I won't be able to rest easy."

Still too innocent to grasp your true meaning, the Saint saw only concern in your words.

After wandering through this world of chaos, you looked back and wanted to say something. But you merely sighed:

*My memories have worn thin… so why am I dreaming tonight?*

[...]

The Platinum Righteous Army, victorious on all fronts, finally reached the destination of their original eastern campaign: Shenzhou.

In the year 1475, this army of supposed liberation waged their final grand battle on the Chincha Steppe against the Ming Empire—a people whose values were completely different from yours.

Killing was easy. But convincing others?

Platinum Righteousness had relied on strength—punishing evil all the way to Shenzhou. Ultimately, it came down to one thing: having a strong enough fist.

Standardized anti-Honkai weapons, coordinated military strategy, and meticulous formations gave Schicksal complete superiority over the Ming's forces.

And yet…

Kallen had not even had to use the full power of Judah's Oath.

The Ming army was crumbling. The battlefield was overwhelmingly one-sided. If things had continued like this, Shenzhou would have fallen soon.

But then, something completely unexpected happened.

The "Red Kite Immortal"—a legendary protector of Shenzhou—suddenly intervened.

In an instant, the situation flipped.

The invincible Platinum Righteous Army collapsed for the first time.

Faced with this overwhelming foe, Kallen, carrying Judah's Oath, stepped forward alone to confront the Red Kite Immortal in a desperate one-on-one duel.

One was Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie—a temporary peak.

The other was a timeless immortal—unchanging through the ages.

The result was predictable.

Kallen was defeated. Completely.

The steppe was soaked in blood. Corpses piled high. The once-emerald grasslands turned crimson under the setting sun.

You could hear villagers screaming and sobbing in the distance. It was hell on earth.

Kallen fell to the ground, exhausted. Judah's Oath slipped from her hands and landed several meters away.

The Red Kite Immortal said nothing. She simply stood there, silently watching Kallen with a gaze cold as wind and frost, her indifference cutting deeper than any sword.

From a distance, you watched. Your heart clenched tightly.

You *knew* Kallen would lose. You also *knew* the Red Kite Immortal wouldn't kill her.

Originally, you had planned to just sit and see how Otto handled things.

But when this moment actually arrived, you realized… you couldn't stay still.

*Otto… Otto, where the hell are you?!*

As Kallen lay broken and the Red Kite Immortal's cold gaze loomed, you moved without thinking.

You ran straight between Kallen and the immortal, planting yourself in front of her.

"You are not allowed to harm Kallen."

The girl behind you stared blankly at your back, stunned.

You spread your arms wide and faced the Red Kite Immortal directly.

She didn't understand human emotions.

She hadn't even figured out her own disciples' fates. And now she wanted to torment Kallen's heart?

You didn't accept that.

Even knowing she wouldn't kill… the sheer pressure of standing before a true immortal made your entire body tremble.

Still, you held firm.

Your mind raced under that pressure.

It was foolish to rely on "the plot." What if she *did* change her mind, thinking Kallen had grown too powerful?

You had to have a plan.

Could you kill the Red Kite Immortal?

No. Not as you were now.

Maybe at your peak, you could have dragged her to the grave with you.

But right now?

The only thing you *could* do was burn everything to the ground and force her into temporary withdrawal.

The Void Archives was still a terrifying weapon, wasn't it?

But even so, you couldn't let your guard down.

And then—

Before anything else could happen, Otto arrived.

He came stumbling over, drenched in sweat, completely out of breath.

Without a second's hesitation, he ran between you and the Red Kite Immortal and spread his arms out, mirroring you.

"I won't let you hurt them!"

You didn't even have time to register the immortal's reaction.

Instead, you stared at Otto.

That small, trembling frame. So much smaller than you remembered.

The usually elegant and calm golden-haired youth now stood completely exposed, soaked in sweat, his body shaking from head to toe.

He was afraid. Terrified of death.

But he still stood between the immortal and what he loved most.

Watching him, a new thought dawned in your mind.

Otto… is still growing.

He's tired. He's afraid.

He hasn't yet become the cold, foolish bishop you once knew.

Maybe your expectations were too high.

Do you want him to become a bishop?

Or do you want him… to be happy?

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