Several days later, she returned to the orphanage in France, determined to properly bid farewell to her past before officially becoming a Valkyrie.
At the orphanage gate stood a figure both unfamiliar and familiar—a woman with bright red hair, dressed in a red vest, speaking to a group of children.
“Hello everyone, I’m Murata Himeko, a teacher from St. Freya Academy. I know that Senior Ragna once worked here… Oh, I was her colleague. She helped me a great deal in my work… I’m here today to promote St. Freya Academy. It’s located on an artificial island in the Far East, with a beautiful environment and a rich curriculum. At St. Freya, every student can receive the best…”
Since Murata Himeko’s promotion neither offered free eggs nor laundry detergent—only handing out flyers—by the time she finished speaking, almost everyone had dispersed. It was only then that Bianka got a clear look at her face.
Just as Himeko sighed and turned to leave, Bianka caught up to her:
“You’re… the sole survivor of the Valkyrie Charge Team?”
Himeko paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Bianka’s anger flared. She stepped forward, grabbed Himeko by the collar, and demanded sharply:
“If you were also part of the Charge Team, you must know what kind of person she was. Why are you using her name for advertising?”
Seeing the intensity in Bianka’s expression, Himeko understood her meaning. With a choked voice, she replied:
“Ragna’s death… as her comrade, I can never accept it, no matter how much time passes. But there’s no benefit in letting children repeatedly experience this pain and sorrow. If you truly carry that person in your heart, recognize her ideals, and respect her values… then you should strive to fulfill her dreams. In the end, what this world recognizes is not empty words, but tangible efforts.”
Bianka released her grip, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
“By the way, since you asked like that, you must be a Valkyrie too, right? Would you consider coming to St. Freya?”
Bianka stopped walking, hesitated for a moment, then shook her head:
“I know a bit about St. Freya. That place is too relaxed—it’s not for me. I’d lose several years before I could stand on my own. I’ve decided to undergo special training at headquarters.”
Watching Bianka walk away, Himeko said nothing more. She gathered her belongings and prepared to return to the Far East.
Over the next two years, aside from a few minor incidents of Honkai activity around the world, no major disasters occurred. There were no signs of Herrschers with designated names or even Emperor-class Honkai beasts—not even traces of Sanctuary-class or Chariot-class Honkai beasts.
Although the core of the Herrscher of Thunder disappeared from the Schicksal laboratory again in 2013, there was no activity for over half a year. As a result, Schicksal grew increasingly complacent, enjoying the comforts of peaceful life.
But this is Honkai Impact 3rd. Until the Final Herrscher is overcome, the disasters will never cease.
2014, Nagazora City.
A loud crash startled Einherjar and her family awake. Sirin turned to look and saw a Chariot-class Honkai beast smashing through the wall, moving forward with heavy footsteps.
At that moment, World Serpent sent a communication. Even without Gray Serpent’s reminder, Enoxia understood—the Honkai eruption in Nagazora had finally arrived.
Volume 8: Thunder Over Nagazora
