In the midst of his consciousness, Brunsheed Eckertbell had a dream about the past.

It should have been four years ago.

At that time, she was still a member of an ordinary Norse mythological magic society, and the scale of the organization was not large, compared to the mainstream group of thousands of people, their number can be said to be pitiful.

Just under thirty.

Moreover, apart from Brunheed himself, there is no existence among them that can be called a strong man, and even the purpose is very simple, just to be able to maintain the traditional way of life and protect the magical inheritance of the wind and candle from disappearing in history.

Despite its small size, it is a place that Brunheed cherishes.

Because she was born with "talent", she has been accustomed to alienation, jealousy and awe since she was a child.

These were not what Brunheed expected, she just wanted to live a peaceful life in a safe place, so she would treat the little association that recognized her as a treasure and run it carefully.

In this small village, there are no big ambitions, no intrigues and no ambitions.

But even so, someone with a weapon and an ugly face broke into her life.

Those magical societies that claim to be righteous.

It's just because she is a Nordic "Valkyrie" at the same time, she also has the physique of a "saint" of the Cross Sect.

It is also disparagingly called 'Hull (mixture)'.

Brunsheed's face began to twist and tremble.

Fortunately, at this moment, mysterious golden points of light came in time with gentle healing, soothing her pain.

Her expression softened as if relieved.

That's right.

Literally, just like that time.

……

*******

The memories of the dream became clearer as the spirit improved.

In the name of maintaining historical orthodoxy, the magicians who stood at the apex of the Norse mythology association took action.

With enough momentum to start a war, they effortlessly destroyed the village of the Little Junction where Brunheed was located.

But the attackers still had no intention of stopping.

Under such premeditation, even if Brunheed had the unparalleled force of the world, it would be impossible to bring dozens of wounded and children out of the encirclement safely.

Not to mention that her strength was not mature at that time.

Brunheed was cornered in the fight and retreat.

Ahead is a group of magicians who want to bury her.

Behind it are the few understandings who are willing to accept her.

There is no way back, and there is no way back.

With wavy blonde hair stained with mud and a bulletproof vest in the magical sense of the image broken in many places, Brunheed couldn't care about the injuries all over his body, and could only stand in front of him wielding the double-edged greatsword in his hand.

It's a pity that the resistance now is only a matter of time after all.

Both Brunheed and the leaders of the Magic Syndicate made the same judgment.

The situation is developing as expected.

And yet at this moment.

In such a chaotic battlefield, a notice appeared across both sides.

Because the owner of the voice didn't sound very old, Brunheed remembered it well.

"me, are you playing the Viking pirates? It's useless to even have the most basic 'idlers dispersed' nearby, and you just want the whole world to know you're here? ”

The crisp words wandered around the battlefield, causing both sides to subconsciously stop the interval between attacks.

It's just the loudness of ordinary conversations, but it reaches everyone's ears without interference.

It should have used a special means of sound transmission.

As he breathed, Brunheed guessed the identity of the visitor.

'She' seems to be in a bad mood.

Brunheed added in his mind.

"Listen, I'm too lazy to care about which of you is right and who is wrong right now, give you five minutes to sort out the scene, and then go back to your own home."

With a tone that seemed to be impossible to refuse, the owner of the voice revealed his figure in a corner of the battlefield.

I can't see the face clearly, probably using camouflage magic, but judging from the size and voice, the age of the other party should be quite young.

This is the consensus reached by everyone on the scene.

However, Brunheed was the only one who had a different opinion.

She felt the aura of 'kindred'.

The breath of the Valkyrie.

This gave Brunheed a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.

The immature Valkyrie will become prey here.

Treating the visitor as a newcomer, Brunheed looked anxious to warn him, but the attackers moved faster.

Perhaps because he felt insulted, none of the magicians who shot showed mercy.

It is even less likely to take the farcical warning that has just been taken seriously.

But the result of this attack was beyond everyone's expectations.

After the smoke from the explosion cleared, the other party was still standing.

Not even the clothes got dirty.

“…… That's not how so-called 'magic' works. ”

She smiled.

Brunheed feels that way.

"Since you are not willing to stop, as the price of 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 doesn't stop these self-estimating magicians from feeling contemptible.

Until countless energies began to flow backwards into her hands.

With the appearance of that golden orb, the flow of magic in the leylines even produced a blockage.

They finally realized that something was wrong.

It's a pity it's too late.

"You have three seconds to repent."

She said.

"Three."

'She' spat out the first number.

"Two."

The magicians, who didn't want to sit still, rushed over.

"One."

Brunheed's mouth opened in surprise, trying to say something.

"In the end."

Then.

'She' folded her hands.

It was like ringing the bell of judgment in the sky.

Brunheed's dream awoke.

……

**********

The man named Sedruah is the current leader of one of the five major magical societies of Norse mythology, the Divine Sword Writer.

At the same time, he was also the commander of the operation to capture Brunsheed Eckertbel.

Although she ran away last time, there will be no next time.

Sitting in the makeshift stronghold, Sedrujah smiled sinisterly as he marked the location of his target on the map-shaped spirit suit.

One-on-one, they really weren't that woman's opponent.

Sedruka admitted it.

However, that doesn't mean Brunheed doesn't have weaknesses.

According to the information he had, Brunheed's two 'talents' could not be stacked.

If we compare her body to the moon, which is cloudy and sunny, her "talents" will change like that, and she is often in an unbalanced state of trade-off.

If the power of the "saint" is strong, the power of the "Valkyrie" is weak, and vice versa.

When the 'moon' is in the 'half-moon phase', the power in Brunsheed's body will cancel each other out, making her no different from ordinary people.

It was this period that Saidrujah was targeting.

This time, there will be no such thing as a miss.

Before his eyes, it was as if he could already see the prison life that awaited Brunheed.

And with this 'rare magic material', they can also use it to become a force that can influence the world.

Sedrujah endured the gaffe caused by the excitement.

He doesn't think he's done wrong.

This is the Lamb for their ideals.

But he forgot.

** that exceeds the limit drives sin.

will also be invited,

Destroy.