"Ugh… I've been stuck in bed for two whole days. My body feels like it's starting to rust away. Is it finally time for me to leave this place?"
Lunelle sighed as she peeled off the clothes she'd been wearing for five days straight. Yet, to her surprise, the fabric was immaculate—untouched by any trace of dirt or sweat. If anything, it seemed to exude a faint, pleasant fragrance, as though it had somehow grown cleaner over time.
Stepping out through the hospital gates, Lunelle tilted her head back and looked up at the sky. The sight of the endless blue stretching over her, dotted with soft, drifting clouds, made her breath hitch.
Without realizing it, she stretched her slender frame with a sigh—an elegant, almost lazy motion that revealed the full curve of her delicate figure.
Her attire was a new Valkyrie uniform from St. Freya Academy—specially tailored for her by Principal Theresa during her stay. The design echoed the familiar lines of the Valkyrie Ranger battlesuit, though simplified for daily wear.
Yet as Lunelle smoothed the fabric over her body, she felt… off. There was no sense of a hidden system or special combat functions woven into the suit. It felt, for all the world, like an ordinary uniform. And yet…
"Why… does it feel so tight around my chest?" she muttered, a faint crease forming between her brows.
Halfway through her stretch, a sharp pressure at her chest made her freeze in place. The buttons strained under the sudden tension, and for a brief, terrifying moment, she feared they might pop off entirely, exposing her in the most embarrassing way possible.
With a reluctant sigh, Lunelle forced herself to stop, her arms falling limply to her sides.
[Ah… what a shame.]
Around her, more than a few girls had been holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. The subtle tension in the air dissipated all at once, leaving behind a trace of disappointment.
After all, the hospital she had just left was a special Valkyrie medical facility, directly overseen by St. Freya Academy itself—a place where closeness between women was considered perfectly natural, if not encouraged.
In this unique atmosphere, Lunelle—oblivious to the implications of her astonishing 29 Charm stat—had no inkling of the trouble she stirred with even the smallest, most casual gesture. A simple stretch, for instance, could make several girls around her stop in their tracks, captivated without understanding why.
Quite a few Valkyrie students had begun to entertain bold, if fleeting, fantasies. They imagined taking the adorable Lunelle home, perhaps to raise her as their own.
But before any of them could act on such dangerous thoughts, a trio of familiar figures appeared in a flash—each of them rushing straight for Lunelle the moment they spotted her.
Bronya led the charge, her expression dark and unreadable. Two days without Seele had left her with a cold, almost predatory air, as if she were suffering from withdrawal.
"Seele… my Seele…"
Without warning, the small girl lunged forward like a predator pouncing on its prey. She was barely shorter than Lunelle, yet she clung to her like a koala in public, her voice muffled against Lunelle's back.
"Huh? Wait—is that… Bronya Onee-chan?" Lunelle gasped, her voice soft and startled as she instinctively tried to peel the clinging girl away. But her strength had diminished over the past few days, leaving her helpless against the sudden embrace.
The sight of Lunelle, flustered and pink-cheeked, triggered something in the minds of several onlookers. A few of the Valkyrie students nearby found their hearts racing, tempted to act on the absurd impulse to snatch the small, lovely Lunelle for themselves.
Even Kiana, who had been trailing behind the others, paused in place—caught between the urge to intervene and the faint, shameful awareness that she, too, wasn't immune to Lunelle's charm.
But Bronya had already claimed the prize. And for now, Kiana had no good excuse to pull the same stunt.
Still, it was hard to blame her for feeling jealous. Seele, with her small stature and soft features, was the kind of girl who could bring out possessive instincts in others.
Yet only Bronya—looking younger and even smaller—could get away with clinging to her like this without raising eyebrows. If someone like Kiana, who stood over 1.6 meters tall, tried the same thing… well, she would have been labeled a pervert on the spot.
"Bronya! Can't you see you're scaring Seele? Let her go!" Kiana's voice cracked as she stomped her foot, clearly at her limit.
Bronya, in typical fashion, ignored her entirely. To her, Kiana's outburst was little more than background noise.
Kiana's temper flared, but before she could act, Mei stepped in, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Let it go, Kiana. Bronya's just… a little excited after not seeing Lunelle for a while. Let's all go home together, alright?"
Mei's tone was gentle, but the slight headache in her expression spoke volumes. It was exhausting, watching Kiana—a sixteen-year-old girl—bicker like a child with someone as stoic as Bronya.
But Kiana wasn't ready to let it slide this time. With a frustrated yell, she lunged forward, hands outstretched to peel Bronya off Lunelle by force.
Mei could only sigh and step in as the peacemaker once more, watching the three girls wrestle like children in the middle of the street. Around them, curious bystanders had already started snapping pictures, their cameras flashing as they tried to capture the chaotic scene.
Mei closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Please, just let me stay out of tomorrow's headlines…
In the center of the storm, Lunelle stood frozen—dragged into the chaos without even knowing how. She wasn't sure whether to feel grateful for her wives' affectionate attention… or despair at how she'd already become a spectacle at St. Freya Academy before even officially enrolling.
Thus ended the wild reunion of Lunelle and her wives after just two days apart.
As a Logistics Valkyrie of the Admissions Logistics Department, Lunelle should have been assigned to the standard dormitory according to regulations. But under the relentless insistence of her three wives, she had been forced to stay at the home of Himeko—an arrangement that felt dangerous on far too many levels.
At first, Lunelle thought her wives had simply gone overboard in their clinginess. But when she pieced things together, she realized the truth: this wasn't their doing. It was Principal Theresa who had orchestrated the whole thing, placing her in Himeko's care.
With the head of the Far East Branch giving her blessing, Lunelle, a mere Logistics Valkyrie, had no authority to object. All she could do was accept her fate—and move into the "tiger's den," fully aware of the risks.
But when night fell, a new problem arose.
Little Duck and Kiana each clung stubbornly to Lunelle's left and right hands, unwilling to let go. It was clear they both had the same idea—each wanting to pull the adorable Seele into their rooms for the night.
Fortunately, this was Himeko's home, and there were enough rooms to go around.
The sight of two little girls bickering over a shared wife inside her own home stirred something in Himeko. For once, she did not reach for the bottle to dull her senses.
Instead, she calmly asserted her authority as the mistress of the house. Her decision was swift, firm, and carried the weight of quiet finality—Lunelle's room would be the one adjacent to her own.
Though Kiana and Bronya wore identical looks of barely suppressed frustration at this arrangement, they ultimately said nothing.
After all, of the four of them, Himeko was the least likely to covet Seele's delicate body, and with neither Kiana nor Bronya getting the upper hand in this "competition," a reluctant equilibrium was reached. Grudgingly, they allowed themselves to be shepherded back to their respective rooms by the fiery-haired teacher.
As for Mei, her demeanor remained the picture of composure—demure, poised, the model of an elegant, well-mannered young woman. Yet, every so often, her gaze would flicker towards Lunelle, betraying a subtle, almost bashful shyness. This contrast—a flawless exterior masking an undercurrent of suppressed desire—left Lunelle uneasy.
Because how could she forget?
The Mei before her, so gentle and restrained, was the very same woman who had held her tight in a hospital bed, kissed her so deeply and fervently that Lunelle had felt her soul tremble.
Was this truly the same person?
And yet, when all was said and done, Lunelle could only accept the outcome for what it was. She had, by some twist of fate, been swept into the inner circle of St. Freya's most notorious trio, claiming a place in the exclusive suite reserved for the academy's protagonists.
Thus, Lunelle's life at St. Freya Academy officially began.
As a Logistics Valkyrie, Lunelle's curriculum was far removed from the rigorous combat training endured by the elite families. Her days were filled with lectures on Schicksal's history, lessons in medical protocols, and basic weapons training—handling non-Honkai firearms with limited firepower, intended more for self-defense than actual combat.
With an intelligence stat of 10—twice the human average—Lunelle found herself comfortably above the curve in theory classes. While she couldn't yet replicate the perfect, photographic memory of her simulated counterpart, her grasp of the Honkai universe's lore and mechanics allowed her to maintain a solid standing within the department.
Then, on the second day of her campus life, the long-anticipated moment arrived. The simulator finally completed the loading of the new "Daily Plot Simulation" feature.
Curious and eager, Lunelle decided to test it that very night. She locked her door—caution born from experience—and activated the simulation module, bracing herself for whatever awaited.
The world shifted, and she was back in that familiar, dimly lit police station cell.
As before, her status as both a murderer and her own defense attorney ensured she remained isolated, her cell devoid of unwanted attention or casual chatter about butchering cattle. Days passed in monotony—three long, uneventful days that made her wonder if her simulator had glitched into some twisted "Seele Jail Simulator."
And then the twist came.
She was informed of her transfer—to the Fire Moth.
Lunelle understood the unspoken logic behind their decision. The Fire Moth wasn't entirely sure of the threat she posed. They had monitored her in confinement, weighed their options, and now deemed her too dangerous to keep in a standard facility.
She had chosen to surrender in the hopes of a peaceful resolution, selecting a conservative branch of the Fire Moth where negotiations might be possible. Still, she had steeled herself for the worst. If they attacked, she was ready to retaliate, to unleash her Herrscher powers and tread the bloody path of destruction—just as she had in previous simulations.
Yet, against all odds, this gamble had opened an unexpected path forward.
As long as she survived each simulation week, she grew stronger in the real world—without suffering the penalties of failure.
Until the tides inevitably turned, Lunelle was willing to play along, embracing the benefits of this uneasy alliance.
Led by a warden named Kaylene, a statuesque woman whose curves filled a skin-tight uniform, Lunelle was soon escorted into the presence of the Fire Moth's representative.
And that's when she saw her.
She hadn't yet grown her signature elf ears, but her aura was unmistakable—graceful, radiant, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes like a playful spirit given form.
Lunelle's breath caught in her throat.
"E-eh…?"
She shrank back instinctively, her wide, innocent eyes betraying a flicker of fear and surprise.
Elysia, who had been waiting with no small anticipation, stepped forward, her smile blooming like a flower in full bloom. Without hesitation, she clasped Lunelle's small, hesitant hand in her own.
"Ah! So you're the adorable girl I've been waiting to meet!" she cooed, her voice a sweet, teasing melody. "I'm Elysia, the girl as gorgeous and lovely as a flower, and I'm the one sent by the Fire Moth to pick you up! Isn't that wonderful?~"
Lunelle: ???
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T/N: Personally I dislike translating this fanfic, mainly because it's more annoying to translate as the wikis are absolutely useless for this fandom, and also, I don't know whether the Flame Chasers are actually a thing right now, seeing as it's before the Herrscher of Fire and Mobius is still relatively sane?
I don't know when the MANTIS project started either, cause I haven't played the game for shit.
Eden isn't a Flame Chaser rn, so... not much I can go off of.
Enjoy.