Honkai: Oh No, I’ve Become the Herrscher of Corruption?! - Chapter 62

Several hours later, in the grand hall of the Elysian Realm.

Sirin groggily sat up, realizing her cheeks were still damp with tears. At the same time, unfamiliar memories flooded her mind—Enoxia had unceremoniously dumped the information Kosma had omitted directly into her brain, in the most straightforward way possible.

“My Queen, you’re finally awake.”

A familiar voice. Sirin opened her eyes to a very familiar pair of—ahem—obstacles. Only then did she realize she had been resting her head on Bella’s lap this whole time.

“Sorry, Bella. I made you worry again.” Slowly, Sirin pushed herself up.

But instead of reassuring her, the apology seemed to upset Bella even more. She opened her mouth to speak, then hung her head in silence, drowning in guilt over her own helplessness.

Seeing her words backfire, Sirin felt even worse. She shifted positions, pulling Bella’s head onto her own lap instead.

“My Queen, this is—”

“Stay right there. That’s an order!”

Though her tone was sharp, her hands were gentle, stroking Bella’s hair softly. Under her breath, she muttered:

“No wonder Elysia loves petting her so much. It really is nice…”

…

Meanwhile, in Griseo’s studio.

Kosma stood protectively in front of Griseo, glaring warily at Enoxia, who remained in the room.

Enoxia raised her hands in surrender, mimicking a certain Herrscher of Sentience’s infamous “Kevin, I surrender” pose.

“Oh, Kosma~ If I really wanted to do something, you wouldn’t be able to stop me anyway.”

“Sirin never underwent the MANTIS surgery. But… do you understand now why she lost control?”

Kosma’s eyes widened. “I—”

“Stop. Whatever you have to say, say it to her face. That’s all from me.”

Enoxia turned to leave, only to notice Griseo staring at her, lips parted as if hesitating to speak.

“What is it, Griseo?” She softened her voice.

“Your colors… are strange. So bright and colorful… but why… do they feel so lonely?”

“Thank you, Griseo.” Enoxia gave her a friendly wave before returning to the hall.

There, she found Bella comfortably nestled on Sirin’s lap. Seeing that the two were fine, she sighed in relief. Some things would always hurt, but now that the misunderstanding was cleared, Sirin was learning to move forward.

That, in itself… is a kind of growth.

Enoxia approached them and pulled out a book.

Sirin blinked at the title: “100 Questions for the Silent Boy.”

“Sirin, Kosma is actually a very gentle and thoughtful person. He’s just… not great with words. That’s why things got so out of hand. But once you get to know him, you’ll see—he’s really quite cute!”

“The studio’s doors are open for you again. Go on. And if you run into any trouble, just call for me. Elysia will always answer your call~”

Her words eased the last of Sirin’s unease. She patted Bella’s head, and the two returned to Griseo’s studio, where Kosma and Griseo were already waiting.

Kosma’s eyes flickered rapidly as he stared at Sirin.

Bella, ever the quick thinker, flipped open 100 Questions for the Silent Boy and began translating:

“I never expected someone so confident to have gone through something like that… My words must have reopened old wounds. A simple apology might not be enough. But… this is just a data space. I can’t give her anything tangible… I’m not Elysia—I don’t know how to comfort people. Maybe I should think before speaking this time. No more misunderstandings.”

Sirin couldn’t help but laugh. With how much inner turmoil Kosma had, the last of her resentment melted away.

Seeing his expression shift again, his breathing growing tense, Bella hurriedly flipped another page:

“What does this mean? Did she forgive me or not? If she didn’t… what should I say next? No, better wait and see.”

“Enoxia was right. You really are adorable.”

Sirin tossed the remark over her shoulder before walking straight to Griseo, leaving Kosma stunned.

“What Her Majesty means is—she forgives you. And she hopes you can talk properly from now on.”

Bella’s explanation lifted the weight off Kosma’s chest. As long as both sides communicated clearly, misunderstandings could be avoided.

“Griseo… did it hurt? The MANTIS surgery?”

Griseo shook her head. “No. Aunt Mobius said if I took a nice nap, I’d wake up all better.”

“That’s good.”

Sirin thought back to her own experiments. The fact that Griseo could gain such power without suffering was… a relief.

“Ah… now, Big Sister Sirin is like the sun. Everything around her feels warm.”

“Oh, colors! Big Sister Sirin, what’s your favorite color?”

Sirin paused. “Purple… and blue.”

“Thank you for bringing new colors here. Let me paint something for you—using my favorite shades. A night sky… glittering with Stardust.“

As Griseo’s brush moved, Sirin and Bella felt something change within them.

“The Stardust Sigil?”

“Mhm. The studio’s doors will always be open for you. Let’s go, Kosma. The hall has even more colors.”

But Kosma didn’t leave immediately.

“…The monsters here were never a match for you to begin with. Still… though it’s insignificant, I hope this helps.”

He handed them something—another sigil.

“The Dawnlight Sigil… is yours now.”

With the new sigils in hand, Sirin and Bella stepped through the freshly appeared anchor point, continuing their journey. Kosma and Griseo returned to the hall.

…

Back in the Elysian Realm’s main hall, Cecilia—having heard about Sirin’s breakdown—had asked Elysia to bring her inside. Only after confirming Sirin was unharmed did she finally relax.

But Elysia wasn’t about to let her leave so easily. While waiting for Sirin and Bella, the two chatted on the sofa.

“Ah, Elysia, you mean Vill-V? Being able to talk to so many versions of herself… her life must be fascinating.”

“Oh? When you met her earlier, I was worried her ‘magic performance’ would scare you off.”

“Well… yes. That kind of show… definitely isn’t suited for a real stage. For ordinary people, it’d be far too dangerous.”

Just then, Griseo and Kosma arrived.

“Oh! Little Griseo, Kosma~ You’re here! Since it’s your first time meeting, I’ll skip the introductions—you already know each other anyway.” Elysia waved cheerfully.

Kosma gave a polite nod, which Cecilia returned in kind.

“Ah… hello, Mama Cecilia.”