In the snowy city under the winter night, only the afterglow of the lights blooms in the darkness.

Now.

In a place where no one is looking, in the narrow room of the block building, an inhuman chase battle is launched.

(This is Godcrack, Steele, what's going on with you?) ）

Traveling at supersonic speeds through rows of exotic and colorful buildings, a girl in jeans who has only added a coat to her everyday clothes to keep out the cold is connecting with her companions in a way unique to magicians.

The answer was not long in coming.

(No problem, the 'screen retreat' procedure is taking effect, and.) ）

Something was lit in his hand, and the owner of the voice snorted and continued to explain the results of the investigation.

(The neighborhood doesn't look like it's a stronghold, or an 'accomplice.') ）

Other words.

'She' is now a person.

Gazing closely at the wavy blonde figure in front of him, his heart was broken.

Just a few days ago, according to the information left by the intelligence officers of the "Church of Necessary Evil" for help, she and Steele traced it all the way, and finally found the trace of one of the "saints".

Their current location is one of the five major societies belonging to the Norse mythology department, the Newport area near the "Iron Stake Engraved with Knowledge".

However, after today, most of the so-called 'five associations' exist in name only.

Thinking of the tragic situation of the ruins he saw not long ago, he sighed depressedly.

These senseless casualties could have been avoided, but they were still a step late.

Because the previous 'negotiations' failed.

The Norse mages belonging to the "Iron Stake of Knowledge" rejected requests from other magical factions for evacuation and support, gathered all the centaurs, and decided to fight on their own.

They firmly believe that this battle is prepared, and there is no suspense in the battle of thousands of people against one person.

There is indeed no suspense.

It didn't even support the arrival of the gods and others who had set up a guard nearby.

'That man' moved with surprisingly clean movements, avoiding searches very specifically, and then striking at the strongholds and mages to which these associations belonged.

Counting this last stronghold, in less than two weeks, the association and its affiliated organizations, which are the symbols of the magic circle of Norse mythology, have all been destroyed, and the whole world has once again been shocked by the strategic significance of the "saint".

And now the one that God Crack is chasing is one of the 'culprits'.

Originally, it was impossible to get rid of her by speed, but if both parties were 'saints', this would be a different matter.

Fortunately, the other party is not a saint who is known for his speed.

It's just that in this way, if one side doesn't want to fight, this simple chase may continue for several days.

Confirming this, the frowning god pouted.

Fortunately, the figure in front of you is not the type obsessed with running away.

After trying to get out of the way, the golden-haired woman gave up on the idea and stopped on the dock at the edge of the city.

The pursuers who followed also landed not far away and began to adjust their breathing.

Sensing the uninvited guest behind her, 'she' turned half of her body slightly, and said in a surprised and bored manner.

"Oh, I thought it was someone who had been chasing after me, and it was really 'the same kind'."

Although the tone begins with a question, the conclusion is already reached at the end of the sentence.

Lately, I've been meeting people who are similar to me.

'She', that is, Brunheed, couldn't help but think of the brown-haired girl who had just been separated.

I don't know if she's found the 'thing' she wants.

"'Like-minded'? I don't have anything like you. ”

Hearing this emotional analogy, the grim-faced god denied it categorically.

For the former female pope, who has the spirit of 'never killing, and can't stand being killed in front of someone', it is obvious that she can't bear to be compared with a ruthless 'slaughterer' like Brunheed.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that."

Replying nonchalantly, Brunheed looked around.

This action naturally aroused the vigilance of the god crack.

"Do you still want to run away?"

"How so."

Brunheed laughed.

"I think you also understand, you and I are both saints, if we have to fight, I don't have reason to have stage fright, right? But there's one thing I'd like to ask, is there any reason why you have to stop me here? ”

In the words, it is not difficult to hear the implication of irony.

Brunheed felt that as an avenger, he was really restrained.

Because of that 'life-saving benefactor', she had accepted the suggestion to lock the scope on the first evil, and tried not to do anything to an unrelated organization, just to avoid being targeted by people from other forces and find a reason to take action.

But for those she hates, and those who are stubbornly resistant, she can't be merciful enough to give them a sword to give them a beating, so sometimes the methods used may be a little 'rough'.

Could it really be that a 'righteous magician' would take a shot at her to get sick of this?

Looking at the 'strange' exotic saint opposite, Brunheed thought suspiciously.

In other words, if she fell into the hands of those people, I am afraid that the end will be even more miserable.

Or rather.

"Or do you want something out of me?"

With his broadsword in his back plunged into the ground, Brunheed struck a battle stance.

Based on her experience, this should be the most plausible explanation.

"That's not the case!"

Feeling the hostility and misunderstanding on the other side, Shen Crack frowned and looked at the blonde saint in front of him.

"You've gone too far!"

She couldn't help but say.

Brunsheed's aggressive revenge was only part of the story, and what really caught the attention of the 'people' was the saint's subsequent actions.

"Overdone?"

Valkyrie's smile was full of malice.

"Before you make this judgment, do you really know what these people have done to me and my association in the past few years?"

“……”

God Crack was silent.

She did learn about the fact that the Five Great Societies had been hunting down Brunheed, and the reason was very vague.

But—

"In any case, the five major associations, including the 'Iron Stake Engraved with Knowledge', have been destroyed by you, isn't that enough?"

"Why do you keep collecting those dangerous spiritual costumes and techniques?!"

The five major magical societies of Northern Europe survive to this day, and there are many taboos in their collections.

These things are like time bombs, and if they were all in the hands of a 'wanton' saint, there is no guarantee that they will not cause even more terrible disasters.

It is the task of the gods to investigate the purpose of the saints who are 'causing chaos' in the Nordic region, and stop them in time if necessary.

In the face of such questioning, Brunheed's face was more provocative than confident.

She is a person who 'kills when there is a vendetta, and repays when there is kindness'.

"I have no obligation to answer you."

The Valkyrie of Northern Europe said so.

God Crack knows exactly what that means, too.

Negotiations broke down.

'Giant Sword of Steel' and 'Seven Swords in Seven Heavens'.

In the midst of a gray world.

Another battle without a win began.

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