Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Theresa Really Doesn't Want a Dad
At the distant Anti-Entropy (AE) base,
Welt was chatting with Sirin, glancing at the photos sent by Siegfried, lost in thought.
The good news is that Chase is indeed still alive, and he seems to be getting along well with Siegfried's daughter.
The bad news is, Sirin is right there!
"Uncle Welt, any news about big brother?" Sirin asked as she approached.
Welt didn't have time to close the device, and Sirin saw it.
Sure enough, Sirin's expression changed rapidly from extreme joy to sadness in an instant.
Sirin's emotional rollercoaster went like this:
First glance: Big brother is alive and well, yay!
Second glance: Big brother is holding a book and smiling so gently, yay!
Third glance: Who is that girl next to him? Alert!
Fourth glance: Is big brother telling stories to this girl?! Oh no!
Darn it, this naughty girl stole my big brother!
Welt looked at Sirin, whose face had turned as calm as water. He unconsciously moved backward.
"Uncle Welt..." Sirin's voice was soft, devoid of the previous liveliness, making Welt break out in a cold sweat.
It took some time, but Welt finally calmed Sirin down.
"Uncle Welt, my brother once taught me an ancient saying from Shenzhou," Sirin said.
"What?" Welt was puzzled. Why would Sirin bring this up suddenly?
"In this moment of joy, I forget Shu," Sirin said with a hint of melancholy.
(The saying originates from the Three Kingdoms period in Chinese history. The warlord Liu Bei, who founded the Shu Han state, was known for his fondness of the region of Shu. The phrase is often used to express the idea that when someone is experiencing happiness or pleasure, they forget about their worries or the distant and less pleasant aspects of life.)
"..." Welt fell silent, not knowing how to respond.
Seems like, UmU indeed.
"Uncle Welt, maybe we shouldn't rescue big brother..." Sirin's tone was filled with resentment, and at this moment, she looked like a little puppy abandoned on the roadside, wet from the rain, pitiful yet somewhat amusing.
Of course, Welt had no intention of making fun of Sirin. Joking aside, Sirin needed an outlet for her frustrations, and who would deliberately provoke her now?
Welt was a bit nervous, thinking that this little girl was really hard to pacify. "You should trust your brother. Your brother must have a good reason for what he's doing."
Sirin nodded, thinking that she would definitely ask him thoroughly once she rescued her brother.
After dinner, Chase prepared to leave. He would first report to Otto and then check the documents on "Schicksal."
He was curious about the latter part of that text.
"Young sister Kiana, let's play again later," Chase said as little Kiana ran up to hug him.
Chase extended two fingers and tapped Kiana's head.
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"Next time, Kiana."
Kiana winced in pain, holding her head. "Okay, next time, you must come, okay?"
"Absolutely," Chase nodded.
"Wait!" Theresa ran over to stop him.
"Is there something, Theresa?" Chase still didn't know how to face Theresa; the generational difference was too strange.
Seeing that Chase didn't address her by her generational title, Theresa was quite satisfied. She said, "I also need to find Grandpa, let's go together."
"Um..." Chase thought for a moment and agreed in the end.
"Mister, be careful on the way," Cecilia shouted.
On the way, the daughter of his generation chattered on, making Chase exhausted to deal with.
The most terrifying thing was that Theresa, who was only 155 cm tall, looked young and was like a little girl. Walking with Chase, it felt more like siblings than a generational father-daughter relationship.
It's... really strange.
"Also Chase, how were you adopted by Grandpa?"
"I had a narrow escape, suffered early calamity..." Chase sighed, but before he could finish, he was interrupted.
"Don't talk in these literary terms; it really makes people uncomfortable."
"I lost my parents at an early age, grew up in an orphanage, and wandered through life. Later, I met my adoptive father. He found me extraordinary at first sight and took me away." Chase explained.
"Then do you have a younger sister?" Theresa asked.
"Yes," Chase nodded affirmatively.
"???" Theresa was puzzled.
"It must be Kiana, right? Is there any other wild younger sister? Everyone calls me big brother." Chase spoke confidently.
"..." Theresa choked for a moment, thinking that the Archbishop's Mengpo Soup didn't taste good enough, but it turned out to be her misunderstanding.
Theresa silently noted down this sentence in her heart, preparing to secretly report it when she met the Second Herrscher later.
By then, it would definitely be a scene of siblings getting along lovingly...
Hehehe!
Theresa began to look forward to it...
Meanwhile, Chase, looking at the white-haired little thing with a smirking appearance, couldn't understand it at all, feeling a chill down his spine.
In this weird atmosphere, the two arrived at the office of Otto Apocalypse, the Archbishop of Schicksal.
At this moment, Otto was playing "Kallen Fantasy." After sealing the titles of the first and second ranked players, he finally surpassed the former second-ranked Teriri. He was now challenging the first rank, but suddenly, the door was kicked open.
Who was so bold to disturb my game?!
"Grandpa, I'm here to play with you!" It was Theresa. Well, that's fine...
Huh, why is Theresa with my adopted son? Are they trying to warm up the father-daughter relationship so urgently?
"Next time, please remember to knock, Theresa."
"I know, Grandpa."
"Also, Chase, why are you back?" Otto continued to ask.
"I think you should know, adoptive father." Chase replied.
"Hehehe," Otto chuckled. "Chase, I've found the master you asked me to find. You can find her in Training Room Four."
"Alright, thank you, adoptive father," Chase expressed his gratitude and left to find the master Otto had arranged for him.
Theresa also breathed a sigh of relief; she was really afraid that Otto would make fun of her with this strange generational title.
Like Siegfried's words, it's really absurd. Theresa really didn't want to hear another sentence like that.
"Grandpa, can you change the generational title for that kid? It's too weird!" Theresa complained.
"A kid in his teens became my... my..."
Theresa couldn't say the last two words. A person wants face, and a tree wants bark. Theresa's mood was complicated.
"Haha, Theresa, it's quite interesting, isn't it?" Otto seemed to enjoy teasing Theresa, and his mood became even more pleasant.
This mood, it's just like sitting in a convertible, enjoying a carefree drive...
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