Too Cruel to Dragons!

On the Sea of Chaos, the Viking Fleet slowed down.

Scathach lay on the bow of the flagship, gazing wistfully at the blurry coastline against the wind, her fingertips tracing a black scale as she murmured to herself.

"How's the matter going?"

"It's been resolved, but the situation was a bit beyond my expectations."

Meanwhile, in the group that had traversed the wilderness and entered the mountainous region, Samael, riding a warhorse, seemed to sense something, tightened the reins, took out another black scale that flickered between light and shadow from his bosom, and spoke in response, briefly explaining what he had seen.

"Should I lead the fleet ashore?"

"No, this is someone else's territory. The mysticism is severely damaged, and the ether concentration is too low. Without the support of the Great Temple, I can only exert Deity-class strength at most. I'm sure you would be limited as well if you came. More people might not necessarily be a good thing; they might alert the enemy and cause unnecessary trouble. Brunhilde is fine with me."

Samael paused, looked up at the gloomy sky, and his eyes showed a hint of helplessness and depression.

"Furthermore, even regarding the matter of going to Greece, Otto only wanted to use the name of a caravan to get rid of me. Before I have any bargaining chips to persuade him, our Emperor absolutely does not want to see the forces of Northern Europe get involved in the chaos of Rome and get burned."

Scathach nodded slightly, agreeing with Samael's opinion, then rested her chin on her hand and casually asked.

When will you be back?

"I might stay here for a while..."

Samael looked around, his brow furrowing slightly.

"The situation in Rome is more complicated than I imagined. Moreover, there are people connected to the Star-Seeded Soldier. If we don't figure out the situation, it could turn into a deadly problem. At that time, not only Greece, but the entire world will be involved!"

Moreover, I just heard that Rome and Greece have formed the Pan-Hellenic Alliance, banding together for mutual support. The Greco -Iliad War haven't even begun yet. If the Persian Empire were to make a major move, Rome would certainly react. Perhaps staying here temporarily would yield other benefits."

"So what are you going to do next?"

"To be on the safe side, we'll split up. You'll take the Viking Fleet and continue disguised as a merchant ship, heading towards Greece from the Sea of Chaos. Brunhilde and I will scout the situation while taking a land route to our destination, where we'll meet in Athens."

"Athens? It's clear now. Do you have anything else to say?"

Scathach memorized the contents of the meeting and continued to ask questions while reflecting on them.

"If you arrive in Greece first, remember to wait for my news and do not act rashly!"

"Ah, is there any more?"

"If you run into trouble and need help, you can take this scale to Horo. By the way, if it's convenient, bring her some Honey Wine, roast lamb, and apples regularly. Maybe you can start a relationship with her beforehand. That girl loves those things."

Is there anything else?

"The Valkyrie Legion is now in your hands. Thrud is more reliable; you can discuss any problems with her. As for the remaining two, Hildr and Ortlinde, if they make mistakes, you can discipline them as needed. But they'll behave obediently in your presence."

Is there anything else?

"Uh, should Sigurd keep an eye on those berserkers who go on drunken rampages? And should those arrogant druids be careful not to cause trouble on foreign soil?"

"Besides these, is there anything else?"

"I think... that's it?"

Scathach pressed on casually, her fingers clenching the scales, her body twitching slightly as if from excessive force, and she asked in a half-smile.

"Do you really trust me that much?"

Suddenly, Samael, who was walking through the forest, froze, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes darted around, and his expression turned solemn.

"Of course! You are my most trusted companion. It is because of you that I dare to risk my life to lead troops and investigate the situation here with peace of mind. Only you can control those arrogant and fierce soldiers, allowing me to have no worries!"

Samael paused, his tone serious.

"So take care of yourself. When we get to Athens, I'll treat you to the finest wine!"

The Queen of the Shadow Realm nodded slightly, her fingers clenching the scales, then relaxed slightly. She looked up at the blurry coastline, a satisfied smile curving her lips, and let out a clear, pleasant nasal sound.

"Narrator, leave the sea matters to me, and the land matters to you. See you in Athens..."

Only after the other party disconnected the Magecraft resonance did Samael dare to shut down the connection, letting out a sigh of relief.

Tsk, women...

The ancient snake shrank its scales, shook its head and complained, then looked around.

"My Divine Envoy, once we cross the valley ahead, we're almost there!"

A sudden voice rang out beside him, and Samael was stunned for a moment before he realized that the "Divine Envoy" mentioned by the red-haired princess with fanatical eyes was referring to him.

The ancient serpent, seeing the red dragon banner fluttering among the Celts ranks, couldn't help but sigh and rub his forehead in disbelief.

He possesses the Beast's Authority analyze the Beast Spirit Core and transform into various magical beast forms.

Previously, after noticing the distress signal, Samael habitually transformed into his dragon form, capable of flying at high speed, in order to speed up his journey.

Moreover, in order to avoid revealing too much of his identity and attracting the attention and displeasure of the Xiongnu, he simply used his dragon form to repel the Xiongnu wolf riders.

Unexpectedly, by sheer chance, it resembles the mythical beast totem worshipped by the Celts.

However, after patiently listening to the fervent princess's subtle probing, Samael's expression became strange and subtle for a moment.

The Norse Age of Gods influenced Irish and Celtic civilizations. Because the Celts rose to prominence relatively late, they were at the beginning in all aspects, including culture, production, and beliefs.

Therefore, the powerful worship of magical beasts became their totem.

The reason why this red dragon is carved on the flag is also due to an ancient and fantastical legend.

On the island dwells a greedy, ferocious, and powerful red dragon, guarding a vast treasure. Whoever can kill it will gain inexhaustible wealth, and bathing in its dragon blood will make them invulnerable and grant them unparalleled fame.

However, wave after wave of heroes went to fight the dragon, but without exception they all died under the claws of the red dragon.

The dragon's power, wealth, and symbolic honor captivated the Celts, making it their tribal totem.

But the Celts only know half of this story.

As for this greedy and powerful red dragon, its name is Fafnir, also known as Fafnir...

That's right, this is the dragon from the Norse Edda and the epic Volsunga Saga, which was later slain by the warrior king Sigurd.

In reality, it was the "Divine Envoy" before the red-haired princess who truly guided Sigurd to defeat the dragon.

Because, after going around in circles, the real culprit behind the appearance of this dragon was Loki, the God of Trickery, whose nominal father was him; Loki was merely the snake who cleaned up the mess.

Well, well, he just happened to be hungry, so he grabbed a bite to eat and, while he was at it, roasted the half-dead red dragon for dinner. From then on, this so-called form appeared in the new Beast Spirit Core diagram he copied.