As his consciousness sank, Brünnhilde Ekterbel had a dream about the past.
That should have been four years ago.
At that time, she was still a member of an ordinary Norse mythology magic association, and the size of the organization was not large. Compared with the mainstream group, which often has thousands of people, their number can be said to be pitifully small.
There are only less than thirty people.
Moreover, apart from Brunhilde himself, there is no one who can be called a strong person at all. Even their purpose is very simple, just to maintain the traditional way of life and protect the magical heritage from disappearing in history.
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Although it is very weak, it is a place that Brunhild cherishes extremely much.
Because she was born with "talent", she has been accustomed to alienation, jealousy and awe since she was a child.
These are not what Brunhild expected. She just wanted to live a peaceful life in a stable place, so she regarded the small society that recognized her as a treasure and managed it carefully.
In this small village, there are no lofty aspirations, no conspiracy and ambition.
But even so, someone still broke into her life with weapons and ugly faces.
Those magical associations that claim to be righteous.
Just because while she is a Nordic "Valkyrie", she also has the physique of a "Saint" of the Cross.
For this reason, it was derogatorily called "Hul (mixture)".
Brunhilde's face began to twist and tremble.
Fortunately, at this moment, the mysterious golden light came in time with gentle healing, soothing her pain.
Her expression softened as if relieved.
That's right.
It's just like that time.
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The memory of the dream became clearer as my mental condition improved.
In the name of safeguarding historical orthodoxy, the magicians who stood at the top of the Nordic mythology society took action.
With enough momentum to start a war, they effortlessly destroyed Brunhild's small village.
But the attackers still had no intention of stopping.
With such a premeditated plan, even if Brünnhilde possesses the most powerful force in the world, it would be impossible for him to safely escape the siege with dozens of wounded people and children.
Not to mention that her strength was not yet mature at that time.
Brunhild was forced into a desperate situation while fighting and retreating.
Ahead is a group of magicians who want to bury her.
Behind her are a few understanding people who are willing to accept her.
There is no way out and no way out.
Her wavy blond hair was stained with mud, and her bulletproof vest with a magical image was broken in many places. Regardless of the injuries all over her body, Brunhilde could only stand in front waving the double-edged sword in her hand.
Unfortunately, the current resistance is only a matter of time.
Both Brunhild and the leaders of the magic group made the same judgment.
The battle situation developed as expected.
But at this time.
On such a chaotic battlefield, a notice appeared across both sides.
Because the owner of the voice didn't sound very old, Brunhilde remembered it very clearly.
"It's so noisy. Are you playing Viking pirates? You don't even use the most basic 'dispersal of idlers' nearby. You just want the whole world to know that you are here?"
The crisp words of instruction wandered across the battlefield, causing both sides to subconsciously stop their attacks.
It was just as loud as an ordinary conversation, but it reached everyone's ears without any interference.
It should be that a special sound transmission method was used.
While breathing, Brunhild guessed the identity of the visitor.
'She' seems to be in a bad mood.
Brunhilde added in his mind.
"Listen, I'm too lazy to care about who of you is right or wrong right now. I'll give you five minutes to sort out the scene, and then everyone will go back to their homes."
With a tone that seemed to brook no rejection, the owner of the voice revealed his figure in a corner of the battlefield.
He couldn't see his appearance clearly, so he probably used disguise magic, but judging from his body shape and voice, he must be quite young.
This is the consensus reached by everyone present.
However, only Brunhild responded with other opinions.
She felt the aura of 'same race'.
The aura of "Valkyrie".
This gave Brunhild a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by worry.
The immature "Valkyrie" will become prey here.
Thinking that the newcomer was a newcomer, Brunhilde looked anxious and wanted to warn him, but the attackers were faster.
Perhaps because they felt insulted, none of the magicians who took action were merciful.
It is even less possible to take the farcical warning just now seriously.
But the result of this attack was beyond everyone's expectation.
After the smoke of the explosion dissipated, the other party was still standing there.
Even the clothes were not stained.
"...That's not how the so-called 'magic' works."
‘She’ smiled disdainfully.
Brunhilde feels this way.
"Since you are unwilling to stop, as a price for disturbing me..."
In everyone's sight, 'she' stretched out her hands and made strange gestures.
I haven't seen it, so I can't tell which school of magic it is.
Although I don't know where this guy came from, it does not prevent these self-esteemed magicians from feeling contempt.
Until countless energy began to flow back into her hands.
With the appearance of the golden sphere, the flow of magic power in the earth's veins even became blocked.
They finally realized something was wrong.
Unfortunately it's too late.
"You have three seconds to repent."
‘she’ said.
"three."
'She' spit out the first number.
"two."
The magicians who didn't want to sit still and wait for death rushed over.
"one."
Brunhild opened his mouth in surprise, wanting to say something.
"Until the end."
then.
‘She’ put her hands together.
It's like the sound of judgment bells spreading across the sky.
Brunhild woke up from his dream.
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The man named Sedelua is the current leader of one of the five major magic societies in the Nordic mythology system, "The Ones Who Know the Words of the Sword."
At the same time, he was also the commander of the operation to capture Brünnhilde Ektebel.
Although she escaped last time, there won't be a next time.
Sitting in the temporary base, Seidluya marked the target location on the map-shaped spiritual equipment and showed a sinister smile.
One-on-one, they are indeed no match for that woman.
Sedelua admitted this.
However, this does not mean that Brunhilde has no weaknesses.
According to the information he obtained, Brunhild's two "talents" cannot be superimposed.
If her body is compared to the moon, and the moon waxes and wanes, her "talents" will also change like that, often in an unbalanced state of waxing and waning.
The stronger the "Saint" is, the weaker the "Valkyrie" is, and vice versa.
When the 'moon' is in the 'half-moon phase', the powers in Brunhild's body will cancel each other out, making her no different from ordinary people.
It was this period that Seidluya aimed at.
This time, I will definitely not miss.
Before his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the prison life that awaited Brunhild.
And with this 'rare magic material' in hand, they can use it to become a force that can influence the world.
Seidluya suppressed the gaffe caused by excitement.