Honkai Impact 3rd, but I have too many mods.

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"Ms. Eleanor, are you hungry?"

Rita took out a bag of hand-pulled noodles and showed it to Eleanor.

"...Are you sure you can eat what you found here?"

Eleanor questioned this.

Rita smiled and said, "Found in the kitchen, it looks like something that originally came from the hotel... Theoretically, it should be edible? At least I didn't sense any Honkai energy in the noodles."

“…I’ll pass.” Eleanor forced a smile.

You're not even sure?

"Okay, please let me know if you get hungry."

Rita effortlessly picked up the small pot, lit a flame with Honkai energy, and started cooking noodles on the spot with mineral water.

Eleanor watched this scene, momentarily speechless.

Was Rita too relaxed, or was I too tense?

How can you still have an appetite at this point?

boom--!

"!!"

The sudden gunshot made Eleanor jump up instantly.

The flames of "Rita" next to it were immediately extinguished.

“Rita, did you hear that?” Eleanor stared intently upstairs.

Gunshots... This shouldn't be a sound a "monster" could make.

"of course."

Rita bowed slightly to Eleanor, then took out her scythe.

"It seems we need to go up and take a look."

"Ah."

After a brief exchange, both of them cautiously walked up the stairs, constantly on guard against any strange creature that might appear from their blind spots.

Upstairs, the sound of gunfire continued unabated.

Could it be Liyue's rescue?

“Rita, can you hear anything?” Eleanor looked at Rita.

She was not familiar with firearms.

"...Judging from the sound, it should be a pistol. Two people?"

"..."

Eleanor's expression turned slightly puzzled.

Two people?

What can two people do?

"There seem to be fewer monsters."

"They must have all been drawn there by the gunfire, right?"

"Rita" guessed.

"After all, when it comes to playing games, the most annoying thing is probably uninvited guests."

"I find uninvited people annoying in any situation."

Eleanor bluntly retorted, and quickened her pace.

Since the mastermind behind this wants to eliminate the intruders, Eleanor cannot stand idly by.

Eleanor wasn't good at strategy, but she understood the most basic principles.

The purpose of the strategy is to annoy others and accomplish one's own goals.

She is determined to save the person the mastermind wants to kill.

“…So cute.” Rita chuckled, resting her chin on her hand.

"Huh?" Eleanor suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. "Rita, what did you just say?"

“I am saying you are absolutely right.”

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"Hmm...isn't this a bit too enthusiastic for a welcome ceremony?"

Bullets rained down, violently and precisely tearing apart the surrounding dolls.

"But I, the Phantom Thief Ziyuan, won't let you stop me!"

(It's coming.)

The phantom thief… no, Karen’s gaze flickered slightly toward the stairwell.

(Three, two, one...)

"Hold on, we're coming!"

Eleanor froze as she stepped out of the stairwell and saw the purple figure surrounded by dolls.

"Yo~ My friends, you've finally arrived!"

“…Let’s go, Rita.” Eleanor looked coldly at the purple-clad phantom thief before her. “Let’s pretend nothing happened.”

Even though her figure was completely different from what she remembered, how could Eleanor forget this outfit?

The absurd Purple Iris Phantom Thief... a pointless game of make-believe.

Karen Kaslana.

That woman who always had wild ideas.

This kind of person... let's just let her perish together with these puppets.

There is absolutely no need to save them.

"Hey? Don't be so cold, Eleanor."

Karen immediately started speaking in a coquettish voice as she watched Eleanor turn and walk away.

Eleanor, who had already turned around, immediately stumbled.

When did this woman become so pretentious?

Eleanor had at least served as Karen's adjutant for a period of time.

Her assessment of Karen was simple: she was exceptionally capable and morally sound, but her ideas were completely impractical.

...In any case, Karen was always a "decent person" in her memory.

—At least she can't produce such a sweet, coquettish voice.

So much so that Eleanor's first thought upon hearing this voice was—if she had acted this coquettishly back then, would she have already charmed her brother into a lovestruck fool?

“I don’t know you.” Eleanor’s cold response carried a hint of barely suppressed emotion.

"Hey~ Why is this happening~ Please~ Eleanor, aren't we best friends?"

"Who said we're good friends?! Stop talking to yourself, you woman!"

Eleanor, unable to bear it any longer, threw a black key at the doll.

"Five hundred years! You're still playing your clichéd phantom thief game!"

"Hey? What's so cliché about it? There are updates and iterations, you know."

What updates and iterations have been made?

"Hmm...see these dual pistols in my hands? The weapons have been upgraded!" Karen clinked her pistols together. "And there's a new special weapon, the Purple Kite Dart!"

"Nobody's interested in your childish games!" Eleanor was unexpectedly annoyed by Karen's complete lack of propriety.

“…Looks like we still have to try to save her, right?” “Rita” said helplessly, trying to smooth things over, and rushed forward with her scythe in hand.

…………

"Ah~ I'm saved~ It's been so long, Eleanor~"

Karen patted Eleanor on the back in a carefree manner.

“…You don’t really need any rescue, do you?” Eleanor said with a dark expression.

Dual pistols?

No, isn't this thing just a limiter?

This woman is incredibly strong; she could throw Judah around like a whirlwind.

Given the distance between them now... to put it bluntly, Kallen could easily tear Eleanor and Rita apart.

Yes, there's absolutely no need for anything fancy. This guy's strength is off the charts. Even if times have changed, Kallen from back then could definitely tear a Valkyrie apart now.

...Not to mention that Karen has kept up with the times over the past five hundred years.

The reason Destiny was able to restrain Kallen back then was entirely due to "programs" and "rules"... oh, and Kallen was injured.

"Eleanor, what are you talking about? I'm a ranged young lady who can't even kill a chicken."

"Honestly, I feel like throwing up."

Eleanor was so annoyed by Karen's coquettish yet manipulative behavior that she ground her teeth in frustration.

Eleanor could stand up to the upright young knight she once was, but now, facing a five-hundred-year-old super rogue, she can only keep a dark expression on her face.

"In any case, Karen, please shut up first—how did you get in here?"

Left with no other choice, Eleanor could only call Karen by her first name.

"Of course, I was invited in by a handsome guy." Karen clutched her heart, looking lovesick.

“…How disgusting.” Eleanor said coldly, “Your brother was so good to you…”

"Hold on, Otto and I broke up five hundred years ago, and you were still around back then, weren't you?"

"..."

"And my feelings for Otto... well, how should I put it... I think Otto has a mother complex."

"ha--!?"

“Look, he likes me because I was the only one who supported him when we were kids, right?” Karen said, resting her chin on her hand with a serious expression. “This is clearly a lack of love, isn’t it? Hmm… I can’t believe I didn’t realize that back then, my apologies…”

"You bastard... how dare you insult your brother at a time like this..." Eleanor trembled with rage.

"Alright, alright, I've known him for way longer than you have," Karen waved her hand. "Your feelings for him are probably just wishful thinking, aren't they?"

"you--!"

"Well... on another note, if Otto is willing to call me 'Mom' now, I wouldn't mind going back."

"Nobody tells you that kind of thing—!"

For a fleeting moment, Eleanor actually thought that what he said made some sense.

"And what makes you think I'm just admiring it—!"

"Did you believe back then that Otto could overturn destiny?" Kallen's lips curled into a slightly cold smile.

If you want to bring up those old, trivial matters, fine, I'll go along with it.

"..." Upon hearing this, Eleanor immediately paused.

that time.

To overthrow destiny?

“I believe he can do it—but he doesn’t trust me.”

“It’s different! Back then…”

"At that time? When? He could have overthrown destiny with you and Vera..." Karen sneered, arms crossed.