Ch-10< truth >

One evening, as the moonlight poured in through the frosted windows of the cabin, Kevin sat on the sofa with Kiana nestled comfortably in his lap. He had decided that it was time to tell her the truth.

Kevin already told Siegfried about this and he convinced him by saying that That the herrscher persona might completely took her if she heard about this from her.

He knew it wouldn't be easy, but she deserved to know about her origins — about the experiments, about her sister, and about herself.

"Kiana," Kevin began, his voice gentle yet serious, "there's something important I need to tell you."

Kiana looked up, curiosity in her big blue eyes. "What is it, Kebin?" she asked.

Kevin took a deep breath. "There's… a vile villain, someone who was once considered a good person. He did something terrible to your sister. He experimented on her, and from that experiment, a clone was created. That clone… is you."

Kiana blinked in shock. "So… I'm a clone?" she whispered, her face falling, eyes clouding with confusion and sadness.

Seeing the hurt in her expression, Kevin quickly pulled her closer, holding her securely in his arms. "Kiana, no matter what you are — clone or not — you're still my cute little tuna," he said, ruffling her hair with affection.

Siegfried, who was standing nearby, knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, Kiana," he said softly. "You're still my baby doll. You might be a clone, but you're still my daughter, my Kiana Kaslana. And your sister… she'd be so happy to know you. She would love you just as much as I do."

Kiana's eyes softened, and she looked from Kevin to Siegfried, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "So, even if I'm a clone… I'm still your daughter?" she asked quietly.

"Of course, you are," Siegfried assured her, squeezing her shoulder gently. "And you always will be."

Kevin smiled softly.

"And remember, Kiana, you're strong. You have a special power within you and he explained about the herrscher core which is in her body and some details about herrscher and honkai.

Kiana seemed to digest the information for a moment, then nodded resolutely. "Don't worry, Dad, Kebin. I'm very powerful! The Herrscher of the Void will never be my opponent!" she declared, a determined glint in her eye.

"Now you said it There's this annoying voice in my head, but I won't let it scare me!"

Kevin raised an eyebrow. "A voice?" he asked.

Kiana nodded. "Yeah, this girl keeps nagging in my head. She sounds so angry all the time," Kiana said, puffing out her cheeks. "But she's just annoying. She won't scare me!"

Kevin's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "So, Sirin is talking to her," he thought. "That's good… maybe now Kiana won't break from the truth. But still…"

Over the next few days, Kiana's behavior took a strange turn. Despite hearing the truth, she wasn't scared — instead, she seemed to have awakened some strange new hobby. She would put on a blindfold and tie bandages around her hands, walking around the cabin dramatically.

"I can't restrain the monster of the Void!" she would exclaim loudly, waving her arms about.

Kevin found himself in a dilemma. He didn't want his little tuna developing a full-blown case of chūnibyō, the 'eighth-grader syndrome' . He sighed heavily and called out to her.

"Kiana, come here," he said firmly.

Kiana immediately skipped over to him, smiling brightly. "Yes, Kebin?" she chirped, clearly in a playful mood.

Kevin couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, but he had to ask, "Are you still saying those strange things, Kiana?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! I'm a dangerous Herrscher! Rawr!" she said, trying to sound menacing but only succeeding in looking adorable.

Kevin sighed again, deciding it was time to deal with this directly. "Alright," he muttered under his breath.

That night, as Kiana slept, Kevin decided to take matters into his own hands. Utilizing his Sentience Authority, he ventured into Kiana's mindscape.

The place was dark and chaotic, filled with a swirling mist and flickering lights. In the distance, he saw a familiar figure — a young girl who looked exactly like Kiana, but with sharp golden eyes.

As he approached, Sirin's persona turned to face him, her expression filled with confusion and defiance. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger.

Kevin stepped closer, his presence radiating with overwhelming authority of strength which provide great suppression to the Herrscher.

"I am Kevin, and I'm here to make sure you don't harm Kiana," he said, his voice steady and unwavering.

Sirin's persona flinched at the power in his voice. She shivered slightly, fear evident in her eyes. "I… I wasn't trying to hurt her," she stammered. "But… but I hate Schicksal! They took everything from me!"

Kevin nodded slowly. "I know you have your reasons but Kiana is innocent. You're a part of her now, but you must never cause her harm," he said, his voice firm.

Sirin hesitated, her golden eyes flickering with uncertainty. "But… how can I stay here without hurting her? I'm just so… angry," she admitted, her voice trembling.

Kevin took a deep breath, his eyes softening. "Then stay here, but don't fight against Kiana. Find peace within yourself," he said. "And to help you… let me give you a place of your own here."

With a wave of his hand, Kevin used his Sentience and reason Authority to reshape the mindscape. The swirling chaos slowly dissolved, replaced by a serene landscape.

Trees with golden leaves sprouted up, a gentle breeze rustling through them. A beautiful house appeared in the distance, surrounded by fields of flowers.

Sirin's eyes widened in disbelief. "This… this is for me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Kevin smiled softly. "Yes, it's for you," he replied. "A place where you can feel safe. Where you can be yourself without fear."

Sirin's lips trembled, and she looked around, still wary. Kevin conjured a bright red ball, bouncing it lightly in his hands. "Wanna play?" he asked with a gentle smile.

Sirin hesitated at first but then took a small step forward, reaching for the ball. "Throw it to me," she murmured.

Kevin nodded and tossed the ball lightly to her. Sirin caught it, her eyes lighting up with a hint of curiosity. They played for a while, Sirin initially just tossing the ball back without much enthusiasm, but soon she began to enjoy it, a small smile appearing on her face.

"If you want," Kevin suggested after a while, "you can use your lance to throw at me."

Sirin's eyes widened, a gleam of excitement flashing through them. "You… you mean it?" she asked.

Kevin nodded. "Yes, go ahead. Show me your strength," he encouraged.

A wicked grin spread across Sirin's face as she summoned a portal, and several subspace lances materialized, hovering in the air. Her golden eyes glinted with mischief as she launched them all at Kevin.

Kevin dodged gracefully. He could see the frustration and determination in her eyes, but he also sensed something else — the joy of being challenged.

Sirin launched another volley, her movements becoming more frantic and energetic. "Take this!" she shouted, her laughter bubbling up.

Kevin continued to dodge, letting her vent her frustrations, his own heart lightening with each dodge. He knew that beneath all that anger and pain, there was just a little girl who needed to feel understood.

"Good" he said between dodges.

And for the first time, Sirin felt something shift within her as Kevin decide to use Authority of reason on her to make her a complete being.

She will soon realize her emotions. Kevin thought as he dodge her attacks.

****

Days passed and sirin didn't tried to take over.

Inside Kiana's mindscape, a serene landscape had replaced the former darkness. Golden trees stood tall, their leaves rustling in a gentle breeze, while colorful flowers dotted the field. The beautiful house Kevin had conjured for Sirin sat in the distance, a haven for a girl who had known only turmoil.

But Kevin knew that if they were to truly bring peace to Kiana and Sirin, they needed more than just a place to play — they needed a connection, a way to harmonize their divided spirits. With the Authority of Sentience and origin at his command, Kevin decided to conduct a delicate procedure to create a pathway that would allow the two to communicate and understand each other, bridging the gap between their consciousness.

He focused on the Authority, weaving a bridge between Kiana and Sirin's consciousness. A soft light began to glow around him, threads of golden energy extending from his body and branching out towards both girls, who watched with wide eyes.

" what are you doing?" Kiana asked, tilting her head, curiosity brimming in her bright blue eyes.

Sirin, standing slightly apart, looked on with suspicion. "Why are you connecting us? What's your plan?" she demanded.

Kevin opened his eyes and smiled. "I'm creating a bridge between the two of you," he explained gently. "So you can speak to each other whenever you want, share thoughts, feelings… understand each other better."

Kiana looked excited. "So… I get to talk with my 'other me' more?" she asked, clapping her hands.

Sirin's expression softened just a bit. "I… I guess that could be okay," she murmured, glancing at Kiana.

Because of Kiana's kind nature who want reconcile with her on first time and didn't have any hatred for her, Sirin now held a soft spot for her.

Kiana smiled brightly and ran over to her. "Of course not! It'll be like having a sister! We can talk and play together all the time!"

Sirin felt a warmth she hadn't known in years. Slowly, she nodded. "Okay… that sounds… nice," she whispered.

As Kevin completed the connection, he smiled at the two girls. "There, it's done," he said softly. "Now, you're both a part of each other… a complete being."

Both girls felt the shift — a deeper understanding of each other's presence in their minds. They could feel each other's thoughts, emotions, even whispers of their past.

"Hello… other me," Kiana giggled in the shared space of their minds.

"Hello, yourself," Sirin replied, a small smile creeping onto her lips.

From that day on, Kiana and Sirin began spending more time together in the subspace, a realm between dreams and reality.

Kevin often joined them, watching as they played, talked, and learned to coexist. The hatred in Sirin's heart slowly began to melt away as she learned to trust and care for Kiana, and as Kevin spoke to her about the true mastermind behind the atrocities which she faced. Her hatred is now fully directed on Otto.

One day, as they all sat in a field of bright flowers in the subspace, Kevin glanced at Sirin. "You know, you remind me of a pufferfish," he teased.

Sirin blinked, caught off guard. "A pufferfish?" she repeated, frowning. "Why a pufferfish?"

Kevin chuckled. "Because you try to look all tough and spiky, but deep down, you're just a little softie."

Sirin's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, and she puffed them out. "I'm not a softie!" she protested, glaring at him. "I could still destroy you if I wanted!"

Kiana burst out laughing, clapping her hands with delight. "And I'm tuna, right, Kevin?" she asked.

Kevin nodded, smiling warmly. "Yep, you're my little tuna. Always energetic, always ready to swim upstream, no matter what," he said, reaching out to pat her head.

Sirin crossed her arms, trying to maintain her defiant stance. "Fine, then," she huffed. "But I'm not drawing any pufferfish today!"

She grabbed a sketchpad and a brush, beginning to paint with surprising finesse. Meanwhile, Kiana picked up her own brush and looked at it, bewildered. She dipped it in the paint and splashed colors across the page with no clear direction.

"What are you drawing, Kiana?" Sirin asked, glancing over.

Kiana squinted at her paper. "Umm… a dragon? Or maybe it's a cat… or, no, a spaceship?" she guessed, unable to decipher her own creation.

Sirin couldn't help but said. "You're hopeless,"

Kevin, meanwhile, decided to draw his own picture. In no time, he'd painted a caricature of himself, holding a giant tuna in one arm and a spiky pufferfish in the other. "Done!" he announced proudly, holding up his work.

Both girls stared at the picture, their faces slowly morphing from surprise to annoyance.

"Kebin!" Kiana pouted. "That's not fair! I'm not that big!" she decide to bit Kevin.

"And I don't look like a pufferfish!" Sirin added, glaring at him.

Kevin laughed, but before he could respond, both girls lunged at him with playfulness in their eyes. "We'll make you pay for that!" they declared in unison.

He let them tackle him, their small hands playfully pushing against him as they wrestled in the flower-filled field. For a moment, all was right in their world. The days passed in this newfound harmony, filled with laughter and joy, as the two girls began to feel more like true sisters with each passing day.