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Lu Mian stood silently beside little Otto, his gaze quietly examining the destined, extraordinary future Bishop of Schicksal from head to toe.

A natural nobility sat lightly on the tip of his brow, yet an inexplicable sorrow lingered around his eyes, like the traces of a past life.

He stood around 1.2 meters tall, with flowing golden hair that reached his waist. His emerald eyes were deep like the Mid-Autumn moon and clear as flawless glass, framed by delicately arched brows as if painted.

Normally, we don't use "beautiful" to describe boys—but for Otto, this word fits perfectly.

Though Otto's clothing didn't match his appearance in elegance—dressed in a slightly oversized purple outfit and wearing soft brown boots—it still somehow looked... better than women's clothing.

After quietly admiring Otto's appearance for a moment, Lu Mian frowned.

How did this little guy manage to grow his hair out like that?

No—wait. The more important question was:

**Why is Otto in a wheelchair!?**

What the hell?! Otto became **Otto** for real?

This was absurd!

> **(Talent) Time-Space Turbulence**: Your accidental time travel caused a temporal shockwave, creating slight distortions in this world's original timeline. What changed? Guess.

...Oh.

So that was *his* fault.

Reasonable. Very reasonable.

"…Um. I'm sorry." Little Otto looked up at the red mark on Lu Mian's forehead and apologized softly.

After all, the wooden airplane had hit someone. Now the stranger came to return it. If he didn't apologize... he might actually get beaten up.

Otto braced himself for Lu Mian's reaction, instinctively squeezing his eyes shut as he saw the man lift a hand.

But the expected pain never came.

Instead... something warm.

He opened his eyes.

Bathed in the gentle glow of the setting sun, the young man knelt down and met his gaze. He returned the wooden airplane—completely undamaged—and softly ruffled Otto's silky hair with a slight smile.

"It's alright. It just flew really, really high. Honestly… it was kind of impressive."

"...Impressive?" Otto blinked.

"Yes. In an era where people are struggling to survive on the ground, you're already launching dreams into the sky. Isn't that amazing?"

"Maybe one day... you'll be the one who lights up this entire world."

**Light...**

The breeze stirred gently, brushing past their hair. The sunlight faded into softness, indistinguishable from the wind.

Otto didn't fully understand what "light" meant yet.

But he memorized this moment in every detail.

> Life is a grand illusion. Time is the thief that steals everything.

> The future always devours the past. Over time, even memories fade and yellow like an old photograph.

> And yet, perhaps many years from now—when the "flawless bishop" stands above humanity, revered as a saint—

> ...she will still remember this distant morning when someone pulled her into the light.

> Maybe she won't recall the weather or each tree and blade of grass.

> But she'll remember the warmth.

> The man's smile—etched in her soul.

Your praise of Otto held no agenda.

You didn't try to use her. You *couldn't*—she was still just a child.

And besides, you had compassion. The way you were raised... what you believed in… none of that allowed you to exploit someone so young.

Maybe when she's older.

But even then, you, who studied books for 18 years, probably wouldn't have the heart to go through with it.

Still—there was not a shred of hesitation in you.

It's not that you've stopped fearing death. No, you fear it very much.

Just thinking of dying now, at 18—without ever truly living—makes your fingers curl and tremble.

You want to live.

Even though life has limits.

Even though, in the real world, Otto may one day create a cure for erosion... it won't help you. You can't take it out of this simulation.

You need a cure, not for prevention—but because you're already dying.

The drugs won't come with you. A prescription is worthless.

Hoping to survive through simulation rewards? That's still gambling.

So this is it.

You convince yourself.

You soothe your heart.

---

And maybe... by showing sincerity, you earn Otto's trust.

> **(Talent) Loved**: You are truly likable. But please do not abuse this trait—the consequences are explained in the Ito Cheng documentation.

> *Note: "Friend" is a word Otto believes in unilaterally. You tend to act more like a guardian or older brother.*

But Otto… she accepted that dynamic completely.

She called it "filial."

Her parents had clearly never shown her warmth.

In an age of martial supremacy, a frail figure, sickly body, crippled legs—these flaws were made crueler by being the Bishop's child.

The world hadn't treated her kindly.

Her parents' coldness, siblings' disdain, constant illness, and the rejection of her gifts… all became weights dragging down her young soul.

She desperately chased recognition—but only received refusal in return.

She was lost. A child who didn't even know how to define her own existence.

Maybe that's why she improved her airplane model over and over.

She wanted it to fly—to rise above everything that held her down.

That model wasn't what flew out of the high walls.

**She** did.

But even so, she never found the answer she was hoping for.

And then—**you appeared**.

Suddenly, the sky felt bigger. The earth... lighter.

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Over the following days, you and Otto grew closer.

And eventually, she started to notice the oddities about you.

You didn't hide them. You offered some vague explanations when she asked.

> "Ah—I'm your imaginary friend. No one else in the Apocalis family can see me."

She caught that lie instantly and pointed out that **you** were the one who didn't *want* to be seen.

You only smiled, ruffling her head again, and didn't explain further.

A little mystery never hurt, right?

After a few more days, you took Otto into the **Void Library**—a knowledge archive left behind by lost civilizations.

You thought she'd dive into the books with joy.

But she was more interested in **you** than in any ancient knowledge.

You kept telling yourself she was just a lonely kid, unused to kindness. That she'd settle down after a while.

But... even after a while, things didn't change.

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**Evening.**

A breeze stirred the air. Dandelion seeds floated past the window like feathers caught in a lullaby.

The sunset was tinged with warmth—mild and glowing. Clouds passed lazily overhead.

The golden light slanted through the window and fell across Otto's face.

She sat at her desk, holding a thick book, barely reading—mostly just passing time, waiting.

Waiting for someone mysterious to come back.

Then—

Lu Mian reappeared, stepping back through the courtyard wall.

In his hand, he carried a luxurious yet modest platinum coat.

And he smiled softly at Otto.

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