Chat Group: Starting by Swapping Bodies with Elysia?

Perhaps due to the broken window effect, Siegfried felt that maintaining the current situation wasn't so bad.

Although his little cotton-padded jacket turning into a boy was hard for him to accept as a father, after careful consideration, he seemed to have gained something.

After all, although the person inside was a bit strange, "Kiana" was undoubtedly also his daughter, and Jiang Qiao, who had Kiana inside—needless to say, that was his daugh-…cough, or rather, son.

Rounding it up, he had gained a son out of thin air. As for his little cotton-padded jacket… "Kiana," who was so much like his eldest daughter, seemed even better than the original…

No… how could he have such thoughts?

Siegfried subconsciously slapped himself, feeling annoyed.

No, absolutely not, this was a betrayal of his little cotton-padded jacket!

The white-haired dumpling didn't know what disrespectful thoughts her father was having.

Although her initial reaction upon seeing him was resentment for being abandoned, after the anger subsided, only genuine father-daughter affection remained.

After their conversation, Siegfried opened the door and walked to the white-haired girl who was already sitting on the wooden platform in the courtyard. It seemed she had been waiting for a long time.

By now, the sky had gradually darkened.

"You must have had a good chat."

The girl's gentle voice made Siegfried's broad shoulders tremble slightly. Then, the white-haired, middle-aged man said:

"Kiana told me everything that happened along the way."

"I didn't expect this city to face such a crisis, and I didn't even notice."

His tone was filled with emotion and regret. Siegfried had actually been to this city before, otherwise Kiana wouldn't have transferred here after hearing about a strange white-haired uncle appearing in Nagazora.

But at that time, Siegfried clearly hadn't noticed the crisis Nagazora City was facing.

"It's normal. It's possible that Cocolia hadn't started her plan yet at that time."

"And even if she had, as a mere human, you wouldn't be very sensitive to the presence of Honkai energy."

The white-haired girl's tone was calm.

The Kaslanas were known for their strong Honkai resistance. This made them excellent warriors against the Honkai, but because of this innate resistance, they were often unable to detect changes in Honkai energy in an area.

"In any case, I should thank you. Thank you for saving this city, and thank you for accompanying my daughter."

"I did save the city, but the companionship wasn't me, but another girl. Besides… what I did, in reality, only dragged Kiana into danger. From a father's perspective, shouldn't you be angry rather than grateful?"

Taking a sip of the hot tea from the tray, the girl didn't take credit for her achievements, but was very objective.

For Elysia's whim, he took the initiative to bring Kiana, who shouldn't have been involved in this fight, into it. Although it was a decision made after obtaining Kiana's consent, there was no doubt that Jiang Qiao didn't consider himself innocent, having accurately guessed that Kiana wouldn't refuse to save the city and letting Elysia extend that invitation to a Kaslana.

"Yes, as a father, perhaps I should be angry, but I'm also a Kaslana."

Siegfried smiled and shook his head, then pointed to his chest:

"If it were you now, you should be able to understand this feeling, right?"

"It's hard for me to understand, as I'm not the original owner of this body."

"However, I can indeed feel the surge of hot blood in my veins—it reminds me of her old friend."

Touching her chest, the white-haired girl felt the soft curves, not showing much emotion, only a faint smile playing on her lips.

This action naturally made Siegfried's lips twitch. He remembered that the person inside "Kiana" was that boy. Wouldn't this mean that this brat was touching his daughter?

"Do you mind? I understand… But in my opinion, this is just a body. As the user of this body, I am me. It's like touching my own limbs, there's nothing strange about it."

With "Kiana's" sharpness, he naturally sensed Siegfried's strangeness. He slowly lowered his hand, a hint of nonchalance in his voice.

Just like using Elysia's body, although it was novel at first, after getting used to it, it felt just like that.

Of course, playing pretend was indeed very interesting.

It was obviously difficult for the old father to understand this way of thinking.

However, he had more pressing concerns.

"If you and Kiana swap back, will she be able to suppress the Herrscher of the Void's consciousness like you?"

Although he really hoped his little Tuna would return to her original form, recalling the side of Jiang Qiao he had just witnessed, he was very concerned about this issue.

After all, the reason he separated from Kiana was because she couldn't control that consciousness. Staying together would be like having a time bomb that could explode at any moment.

Of course, Siegfried wasn't afraid of death. As a warrior fighting against the Honkai, bearing the mission of protecting the people, he had long been prepared to sacrifice his life.

But he didn't want to die at the hands of his daughter, or rather, he absolutely couldn't die at Kiana's hands.

Otherwise, if one day Kiana knew that she had personally killed her father, Siegfried couldn't imagine how desperate she would be.

At the same time, the awakening of the Herrscher of the Void wasn't a good thing for the people in the area.

Therefore, whether from a father's perspective or a Kaslana's perspective, he had to consider this issue.

If Jiang Qiao's answer was no, then the old father would have to make the painful request—"Please never swap back!"

Don't misunderstand, he absolutely wasn't greedy for the gentle and considerate "Kiana," but wanted to better protect his daughter and the people.

This was a win-win!

The girl didn't know the old father's thoughts, but facing that question, his tone was incredibly certain—

"Of course she can."

"But to do that, Kiana must overcome her childhood and mature."

But…

—A mature child was always the most heartbreaking.