Why is Valkyrie-sama surrounded by such a privileged environment even when she is fighting against ice and snow monsters?

Extravagant palaces, accompanying guards, helicopter groups ready to take orders.

Shouldn't it be sleeping in the open air, sleeping in the snow, the dust and frost covering its cheeks, and the broken armor can't hide its brilliance and glory, shouldn't this be what everyone imagines the Valkyrie to look like?

Every time she saw such a glamorous Theresia, the civilians she rescued only felt as if she was not a holy lord who stood on the same front as them, but more like those high-ranking big men of the Zero Group, and the so-called salvation was just a show and charity.

Every time she goes everywhere, she doesn't forget such a big pomp, is she saving people or brushing up her fame?

There were also many rumors in City Four, saying that she was indeed amassing wealth through the act of crusading against demonic beasts, and that she was completely different from the previous Valkyries, but no different from the dead Spiral King.

See, now she's showing her feet.

Before the ice and snow monsters in the north were wiped out, they couldn't wait to live in a luxurious palace, in case she really killed the ice king and suppressed the northland, what terrible evil deeds would she do in the future, it was simply unimaginable!

But Theresia didn't try to exploit the common people for her own pleasure, she was just punishing the executives who had made a lot of money in the Zero Group, and all she enjoyed now was to force the silverfish to take them out of their own inventory.

Even in order to prevent these guys from using this as an excuse to continue to enrich their own pockets and force them to collect money, she sent her brother Terred and Ruger to the overseer of City Four.

The hundreds of helicopters that followed her could not only help her dismantle and build the palace at any time, but also transported a large amount of food, warm clothes and other materials.

These materials were also forcibly squeezed out of the belongings of those executives, and compared to the No. 4 city residents who could have enough to eat, have heating, and spread rumors and slander her, these people living in the most difficult and difficult environment in the Northland undoubtedly needed these materials for emergency help.

If this matter is handed over to those silverfish, under the threat of small lives, Theresia believes that they can also do a good job, but in the process of transportation and handover, she can't guarantee that everyone in this ring can be selfless and selfless, and not make money and water, so how much is left in the hands of the people at the bottom?

So she omitted this link, and directly connected with the executives of the Zero S Group, and transported the materials that the people in the wilderness urgently needed from their luxurious manors and warehouses by helicopter and distributed them to everyone equally.

It's just that although these people received food, warm clothes and other materials, but looking at her living in a beautiful big house, everyone who came and went was respectful to her, and in this cold environment of ice and snow, her palace was full of flowers and fountains.

Feelings of gratitude and jealousy breed at the same time.

Hypocrisy, showmanship, and complaints about her gradually began to circulate in the Northland.

But it was only a small part, and most of the people of the Northland were still full of gratitude to her, recognized her, worshipped her, and admired her.

Because she is so beautiful and powerful, because she has really saved so many people with her own hands.

But in Theresia's eyes, even if most of the people basically praised her, the occasional word or two of sarcasm and hostility always seemed so glaring.

And such eyes and tones seem to be becoming more and more numerous recently.

So much so that she looked at the grateful gazes and gazes that the people eagerly threw at her, but she always felt as if those eyes were about to turn into scarlet of jealousy and hatred in the next second.

They are outwardly grateful and adoring me, but in their hearts they ...... What do you think?

Theresia couldn't tell, she really couldn't tell.

In particular, she witnessed a man who shouted "Lord Valkyrie!" The fanatical eyes were full of adoring civilians who received the supplies she distributed, and after turning the street, their faces instantly turned cold, and they pursed the corners of their mouths with disdain and spat out: "Phew, what a Valkyrie, a politician who is just a showman, what is the difference between those vampires with fat brains and big bellies, but they look better and can pretend to be a little." ”

She couldn't tell the difference.

There are bad people in this world, and there are good people too.

There is malice, but there is also good intentions.

But Theresia looked around, at the enthusiastic eyes that were coming at her, with sincere eyes, as if she had seen only an abyss-like black malice covered with a layer of hypocrisy.

The hideous face of the evil dragon before he died suddenly came to mind.

Is this the malice and curse she gave me that was condensed by death?

Cut.

Nothing.

Theresia smiled coldly and turned away.

From now on, from now on, she will no longer be swayed by these external evaluations or criticisms.

All she has to do is be herself, follow her heart, and pursue what she wants to achieve.

In this game of life, she will not be defeated by this little setback.

There's no way she's going to lose.

On this day, on the snow-capped mountains of the Far North Ice Field, above the throne of the Ice King, on the piece of ice where he had sealed himself like a mausoleum coffin, more cracks cracked.

The vague figure in the gap slowly opened its eyes, ice-white, as if the silence of destruction was dead.

Raging psionic energy poured out of the cracks, spreading like a flood down the mountain.

On this day, the Northland experienced another severe snowstorm.

In the roaring blizzard, more and more terrifying ice and snow monsters emerged from the snow storm and the bitter cold wind.

Disasters intensified.

Under the irrigation of the Ice King's spiritual energy, even the King of Warcraft who had reached the seventh order began to appear.

Theresia had only just finished clearing the monsters in one area, and she had to immediately set off for the next area.

Areas where Warcraft appears more, areas that are more severely affected.

One dead beast after another turned into fuel for her, making the fire within her burn even brighter.

Even the King of Warcraft of the Seventh Order was no match for her.

The evil dragons that have ravaged the northern land for many years can be killed by her own hands, not to mention these beast kings who have barely broken through their own limits and advanced to the seventh order under the ice king's spiritual energy?

It's just the bones and nourishment on her way to becoming a king.

She was still as blazing as a flame, trembling like a red lotus on the battlefield and shining in everyone's eyes.

She also made no secret of her desires, whether it was to bring Xia Ming into the dormitory for purification and treatment after each war, or to pursue a more gorgeous palace, more exquisite and luxurious service enjoyment, and to have the experience of all the precious and rare things in the world.

She is the king of domineering and ego, she does her duty, she also wants to enjoy everything, she doesn't care what others say about her.

Xia Ming became more and more silent, losing the initiative again and again, just passively bearing her oppression.

Every time he hugged her pure and immaculate body afterwards, looking at Theresia, who was still beautiful and confident, he seemed to see her forehead seemed to bulge, her tail dragged out behind her, and her skin was full of silver-white scales.

(End of chapter)