Am I That Kind of Snake?!

As night fell, the noisy and Chaos Sea became less chaotic. Giant squid, as big as small mountains, had been devoured, with nearly half of their flesh and blood eaten away. Their severed limbs and internal organs floated on the surface of the water, looking extremely pitiful.

A sea breeze blew in from afar, carrying with it the salty smell of seawater and the rich aroma of grilled meat.

Sizzle...

On the deck of the Viking Fleet, berserkers and druids squatted in groups of three, some drinking Honey Wine and chatting, others scooping up slices of squid leg meat from the pot, which was simmering in a rich broth and had a bright, glistening color, and enjoying it with gusto. The atmosphere was quite lively.

Slurp...

As the smoke drifted up to the flagship, the pink-haired Hildr, standing at the door of the control room, couldn't help but swallow hard. Before she knew it, a bucket of salty seawater was being poured over her head, soaking her completely.

"It's punishment time now. If you don't want to get scolded, stand still!"

Jin Changzhi Thrud frowned and snorted coldly, unable to resist giving a reprimand.

"But I'm so hungry, Thrud..."

The rabbit-ear-like organ on its pink head drooped limply, its eyes staring intently at the wisps of smoke rising from the deck, and it couldn't help but lick its dry lips and teeth.

Ortlinde, with her black hair, was much quieter and less troublesome.

Because she was asleep, and dreaming with her eyes open...

Thrud's face darkened, feeling utterly exhausted.

After two days at sea, without encountering any significant danger, everyone became quite complacent and almost forgot that this was a treacherous and Chaos Sea.

The defenses were breached this time, and although His Highness returned in time to remedy the situation, some manpower and ships were still lost. For a fleet that was already short of members, this was a minor but significant mistake.

"We let our guard down, allowing these monsters to break through our defenses and disturb His Highness. Being punished by standing is too lenient!"

"His Highness didn't say he was going to punish us. Can we finish eating before we're punished? Watching this is too torturous..."

"What are you eating! Idiot! No punishment doesn't mean you didn't make a mistake! Big sister did this to protect us. She's been inside for an hour. She must have taken the blame and is now being severely punished!"

Thrud a cold reprimand, and kicked Ortlinde, who was dozing off again, while standing up straight herself.

"Is it really that exaggerated? His Highness is very easy to talk to. He even patted my head last time."

Hildr stroked the fluffy, soft, pink rabbit-ear-like organs, muttering under her breath, somewhat disbelieving.

"Have you forgotten what His Highness's true form is? The Devouring God World Serpent. Maybe he touched you just to see if you're tasty. Stand still!"

Seeing that the pink-haired sisters next to her could no longer stay still, Thrud half-threatened and half-scolded them.

"Tch, how could that be..."

"Ah..."

Just then, a series of suppressed, melodious moans came through the door and came from inside the house. The pink-haired Valkyrie, who had been half-believing and half-doubting, was startled and fell silent.

Three heads crept furtively to the door, pressed against the wall, and listened intently. The chirping sounds, sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched, made their hearts race like they were on a rollercoaster.

"Gurgle..."

The Valkyrie looked at each other, their eyes filled with horror.

Is my older sister going to be eaten?!

Meanwhile, inside the room, a graceful figure lay on the table, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably. Her smooth, jade-like back was exposed in the dim light, her skin flushed with an alluring rose-red hue.

"Ugh..."

"..."

The soul-stirring, bone-melting wailing made Samael's hand tremble, his movements instantly freezing, and he had no choice but to speak.

"Seriously, does it hurt that much? Should we bring Thrud and the others in to help?"

"No... no, I can handle it, it's just... it's just too itchy..."

Brunhilde uttered a soft, barely audible whisper from her throat, her pretty face flushed crimson.

"Okay, then bear with it, it's coming!"

Sigh, I brought this on myself. I'll never do such thankless work again. Samael shook his head and bent down, while simultaneously exerting sudden force with his fingers and palms.

"Mmm... Ooh!"

"When!"

Amidst the crisp clang of metal against metal, a purplish-red thorn with barbs fell into the fruit bowl. Brunhilde's torn flesh on her shoulder twitched and writhed, causing the sensitive Valkyrie to let out a suppressed moan once more.

"Alright, this is the last one. These thorns are poisonous. If left unattended, they will not only affect the body's natural healing process, leading to cysts and scars, but may also leave unnecessary health problems."

Samael dispelled the magical concoction of a makeshift medical device, raised his hand, and removed seven or eight purplish-black spikes from Brunhilde's flesh from the fruit plate, then dumped them into the trash can.

"I came here to apologize, but I have troubled Your Highness again."

Brunhilde tapped her lower lip with her teeth, her face flushed with shame.

"What crime? A Deity-class Kraken, along with hundreds of gregarious creatures, is not so easy to deal with. You have already done your best. Ships can be rebuilt, but people are more valuable. Don't be so impulsive next time."

"To fight for you is our honor! To follow the will of heaven and serve the gods and heroes is also the meaning of our existence Valkyrie!"

Brunhilde spoke with righteous indignation, unusually daring to stand tall and face the deity she served, her face radiating an unquestionable light.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. I've already cleaned your wound and removed the toxins. Be careful not to get the wound wet, try to move it as little as possible, and rest well. It will recover in a day or two."

Samael shook his head helplessly, washed his hands, and offered a casual word of comfort.

When his gaze fell upon the Valkyrie's healed, flawless back, as smooth and warm as jade, he nodded in satisfaction.

Brunhilde blushed, pulled up her dress that had slipped down to her shoulders, bowed slightly, and stepped forward to open the door.

But the moment the Magic Barrier opened, the three Valkyrie, one gold, one pink, and one black, each with different fur colors, cried out and fell into the house, bumping into the arms of their leader Brunhilde.

"Why aren't you enjoying a rare seafood feast? What are you doing squeezing in here?"

"Your Highness, we'll go now. It's getting late, you should get some rest too..."

Before her three younger sisters could speak, Brunhilde forced a smile and dragged the three Valkyrie out of the room.

In the instant Brunhilde turned and left, her smile vanished, and her gaze turned sinister.

"Who told you to put the buckets down?"

The three girls, drawn by their curiosity, couldn't help but shudder, goosebumps rising all over their bodies. Instinctively, they immediately covered their heads and ran away.

"It's all Hildr's fault! We won't do it again, we won't do it again!"

"No way! It was Thrud said that Your Highness stole your sister's food, and that's why we're worried about you."

"You three, stop right there!"

Brunhilde stumbled and nearly fell, her face flushed red, her expression one of shame and indignation bordering on ferocious.

"Puff!"

Meanwhile, Samael, who was leaning against the doorway, watching the play with nothing to do, involuntarily spat out the hot tea in his mouth, coughed violently, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He immediately turned to look at the shadow in the house.

"You've never done this before, what are you nervous about?"

Scathach emerged from the darkness, glanced at her friend, and asked with a half-smile.

"Uh, it's probably a side effect of doing too many bad things..."

Samael's gaze darted around, his expression awkward.

"If you have time to spar with me, I promise I'll turn a blind eye to whatever you do on the ship."

"No way! Don't even think about tempting me, no, don't even try to slander me! Am I that kind of snake?!"

The ancient serpent spoke with righteous indignation, its gaze sharp and imposing.

Rejected, Scathach was somewhat disheartened and, out of boredom, casually tossed a wine jug over and continued her unfinished drinking session with her old friend.

During the feast, Samael drank wine while opening his Cross Star Pupils to look around at the chaotic waves, passing the time.

However, from a certain point in the distance, the outline of the blurred continent surprisingly revealed a faint, almost imperceptible edge.

Suddenly, a beam of light mixed with dark golden divine patterns shot into the sky, appearing and disappearing amidst the Tides of Chaos.

Suddenly, Samael stood up abruptly, his pupils opening and closing in a cross shape, then contracting rapidly.

This is... someone lit the Olympus Sacred Flame!