Valkyrie

Tibalt's unusually serious expression, along with his answer,

immediately caused a slight change in the old dwarf's expression.

"I see.

Compared to the World Tree, I am already as tiny as an ant.

Who would have thought that such vast regions existed beyond it? They are so enticing, yet I lack the strength to reach them..."

His words were filled with melancholy.

"I have grown old..."

"I truly wish I could live a few hundred more years. Then, I would certainly be able to properly see those other worlds..."

As an old dwarf whose life was gradually entering its final stage,

although he still looked fairly healthy—able to run, jump, drink, and fight—he actually had less than two hundred years left to cling to life.

Thus, even knowing that other worlds existed beyond the World Tree, he no longer had the energy for another journey across unimaginable distances.

At most, he could visit a few more uncharted lands.

For a northern bard who wished to witness everything and record it in stories, that was truly rather cruel.

It was like a starving gourmet learning that a cheap three-star Michelin restaurant far away was having a massive sale, yet being unable to get there.

Visible, yet forever beyond reach...

Sensing the other's disappointment,

Tibalt said with rare seriousness:

"As long as you're not dead, there's always a chance."

At that moment,

a red-faced drunkard holding his wine cup

stood up and mockingly sneered at them both:

"A chance? What chance? You two idiots, there's nothing outside the World Tree..."

As he spoke, he recklessly added:

"A red-skinned horned monster and a decrepit old dwarf—you really piss me off. Can't you just..."

Bang!!

Before he could finish,

a strange sound, like a road roller crushing streaky pork, replaced his words.

Every onlooker