Mission:08-5 Fate's Judgment
Kriemhild kept her word. If she said she would beat, stomp, yank, and tear, then she absolutely would not use fire. However, this Princess was, after all, a woman capable of wielding the greatsword "God's Wrath" left behind by Siegfried. Perseus, pinned beneath her, naturally had no power to fight back.
"Don't—"
Thud!
"Stop—"
Bang!
Every time Perseus tried to speak, Kriemhild smashed a fist into her face. That melancholy, aloof, handsome face beloved by young girls warped beneath the Iron Fist, gradually losing its original shape.
But a Heroic Spirit was still a Heroic Spirit. As long as the Spirit Core was not damaged, no matter how long this beating continued, it would ultimately only be superficial wounds. After Kriemhild vented for quite a while, Ritsuka finally called a stop to the brutal violence.
"All right, all right, let her go." Ritsuka called out to Kriemhild, who could finally hear other people talking, and said, "We still have business to take care of."
"Tch. She dirtied my hands."
Kriemhild's face was as cold as frost. She grabbed Perseus by the collar and dragged her over to Ritsuka.
"I didn't even know you had the Ring of the Nibelung." Only after Kriemhild had calmed down did Nero dare speak to her.
"It is a cursed thing, after all. It cannot be used often."
Kriemhild spoke coldly, throwing Perseus to the ground as if tossing away trash. "Too weak. Her body, and her mind. I can't believe someone like this is actually a legendary hero."
That left Nero somewhat puzzled as well. Why would Sphinx think this person was the key to defeating Pavoni?
Still, in legend, Perseus indeed had never displayed any particularly superb martial skill. Most of his strength came from those marvelous treasures.
At least