Chapter 34: Release Your Inner Heart

At this moment, Rita and Durandal were looking at the two people downstairs who were greeting them happily.

they feel like they've lost somewhere. In terms of being a woman...

Although in Durandal's heart, Kiana has always been the carefree sister who needs her care.

In Rita's mind, Kiana was a single-celled organism that grew up wildly outside, relying on Durandal's love for her...

But what was this feeling of defeat in their heart? they was actually defeated by a single-celled organism?

At this moment, Rita also understood why Durandal was so pleasant on the surface, but her arms had already crushed the beer cans and deformed the metal railings...

Although she is lost in a sense, at least she has to remain elegant on the surface.

Watching the two people come back into the house from the street outside and disappear in front of the two women on the roof.

Durandal suddenly felt like a deflated balloon.

Although it was a bit impolite to say this, Rita looked at Durandal's lost back as she rested her forehead on the railing.

"..."

"Oh, it's really frustrating! Why can my silly sister find such a good man?" At this moment, Durandal seemed to have turned on some special switch.

She was grumbling like crazy "It's obviously Kiana who is still silly and stupid, but why? Her luck is so good..."

The corners of Rita's mouth twitched, and she opened her mouth to comfort her captain. But the maid was also blank in this regard.

she has already opened her mouth, but she doesn't know what to say.

"Damn it! Why didn't I meet Xianglai first!" Durandal casually threw the flattened empty can in her hand backward, and it landed accurately in the trash can on the balcony.

"Otherwise, the one drinking alone on the balcony would be that idiot Kiana! And the one who got pregnant there would be me!"

"!!!" Rita's eyes widened, "Lady Durandal, do you even hear the outrageous remarks you're making?"

At this moment, Rita felt that the Durandal she had known for so long had become so strange.

The once sunny and cheerful Durandal, who used to brighten everyone's day like the sun, now revealed such a dark side.

And if this is her true self, can she listen to this without paying? The information contained in it is simply too much...

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

After an unknown amount of time in silence, Durandal leaned her arms on the railing and rested her head in her hands.

This action perfectly highlights Durandal's flawless body curves as a woman.

However, in the eyes of thousands, this perfect woman gazed out at the prosperity of the world with sorrow. "Rita, did you feel that too... after seeing that man?"

"Lady Durandal..., what are you talking about?" Rita's eyes became unfocused.

What greeted her was Durandal's sharp gaze, as piercing as a hawk's: "It's incredible. At first, I thought Kiana had infected me with that strange mental illness."

"I didn't expect someone else to be as sick as me," Durandal realized she wasn't the only one with such symptoms, looking at Rita, who was now avoiding eye contact, like a fellow patient.

"It was during today that your behavior gave me a clue," Durandal said.

Hearing this, Rita could only sigh helplessly. "You're as perceptive as always, Lady Durandal. Nothing escapes your eyes."

"Don't flatter me." Durandal waved her hand, clearly exasperated. "I'm not that capable. I've just known you since childhood, and I know you too well."

"Though you always appear cheerful, Rita, you're careful with how you behave with strangers, and you have clear boundaries."

"You won't let others cross that line easily to find the real you," Durandal looked seriously into Rita's eyes.

"Even with me and Bishop Otto, there's that line in your heart, right? It's just that it's closer to your heart is us."

"I can sense there's still some distance between you and your true feelings."

"Really..." Rita lowered her head and covered her chest. Even though there was a thick barrier between them, she could still feel her heart pounding violently inside.

Some say the person you know least is yourself. Perhaps only those closest to you can see who you really are.

Rita murmured to herself, "Lady Durandal, the line you mentioned..."

"You're almost defenseless around him... especially when you call that man 'Captain.'" Durandal recalled every detail from the past few days. "It's like when you were with him in the kitchen..."

"It feels like the real Rita—what you want—came out. Not the perfect maid of Schicksal, not the vice-captain of the Immortal Blade, nor the grim reaper with a scythe that your enemies fear."

Though Durandal thought the last two titles sounded dangerous.

It was true that Durandal felt her long-time partner had become a "real woman," revealing her true self in those few days with that man.

No longer defined by special titles, Rita became an individual recognized beyond the labels others imposed on her.

As Durandal spoke, Rita simply reflected on her words.

Although Durandal appeared outwardly mature, she was Kiana's twin, and in reality, not much older than the silly Kiana.

On the other hand, the youthful-looking Rita was, in fact, the older one among the younger generation.

Taking a deep breath, Rita slowly walked to Durandal's side.

Durandal could feel that the normally restrained Rita, who always seemed bound by something, finally dropped her façade at this moment.

"Just as you said before, Lady Durandal..." Rita leaned against the railing. "Why? Why didn't I meet the 'Captain' first?"

Rita's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faintly dangerous light gleamed in her pupils.

Durandal remained silent, but a worrisome thought crossed her mind: 'Oh no, did I just accidentally unleash a dangerous beast?'

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