Troubled Children Bring Endless Joy

The long night Calamity Jane, and the silvery-gray moonlight was like a hazy veil draped over the earth, bringing a dreamlike beauty.

Beneath the swaying shadows of the trees, Brunhilde removed her breastplate and half-shed her gown, which resembled swan feathers, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her long, light green hair cascaded down her chest, its flowing waves contrasting beautifully with her jade-like skin.

The Valkyrie gently splashed a handful of clear stream water, washing away the sticky, smoky feeling from her forearms, like a white swan bathing in a lake.

"Cough cough..."

Just as she placed her fingers on the bra clasp on her back, a sudden sound came from the branches of the trees behind her, causing Brunhilde to freeze instantly and her purple pupils to contract sharply.

Someone's there!

In an instant, Brunhilde, regaining her senses, froze, her pretty face darkening with murderous intent. Light flashed between her fingers as she summoned the purplish-blue spear from a rising blue flame. At the same time, she leaped and stirred up the raging ether, piercing towards the source of the sound.

However, when the sharpness of the spear swept away all the branches along the way, exposing the Valkyrie's figure, Brunhilde's expression changed drastically. She immediately withdrew her spear, stopped her stance, and knelt down on a bare tree trunk.

"Uh... it's a misunderstanding... I arrived early..."

Samael raised his hands, reluctantly offering an explanation, his eyes glancing guiltily elsewhere.

Some bargains shouldn't be taken for granted; it's best to act like a decent human being occasionally.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I've disturbed you..."

The Valkyrie recalled the sudden cough from before and, without suspecting anything, repeatedly apologized.

Their eyes met, and Samael pointed to Brunhilde's chest. The Valkyrie then seemed to wake from a dream, realizing that her attire was quite revealing, with large areas of skin exposed. Her pretty face flushed red with shame and indignation, almost as if blood was about to drip from it. The two immediately looked away awkwardly, and the atmosphere became quite awkward for a moment.

Then, the ancient snake wisely turned its back to Brunhilde, walked a little further away, and casually changed the subject.

"How have you been these past few days in Britain?"

"Um..."

"The dinner was delicious; it reminded me of the feasts at the Golden Palace."

"Your Highness prefers to be treated..."

As the two chatted casually, Brunhilde gradually relaxed, quietly putting her clothes back on and standing respectfully to Samael's side.

"Thank you for taking care of my daily needs all this time."

"Your Highness, I am your spear, your shield, and it is my duty to serve you. Please... do not treat me too gently... I am unworthy of your praise..."

The more polite Samael was, the more ashamed Brunhilde felt, her tone even revealing a sense of inferiority and pain.

"As a waiter, I have never been of any help, but have instead become a burden to you, requiring your help!"

Treat me as a tool, without pity or care, and consume me on the battlefield. This is the destiny that Valkyrie should have!

Excessive emotions will only dull our sharpness, which is undesirable!

Your kindness is something I cannot repay, nor do I deserve to receive it!

"But we heartless dolls, once shown affection, always become greedy. If that happens, I'm afraid I'll shamelessly rejoice..."

The Valkyrie seemed to realize something. Her purple eyes widened, and she raised her hand to cover her lips. Her slightly excited thoughts were abruptly cut off. Her head drooped as she looked uneasily at the ground, and an unnatural blush rose on her cheeks.

Sensitive, fragile, lonely, and with an intense craving for recognition... a paranoid personality...

Samael sighed inwardly, rubbing his forehead, as he inadvertently stirred up Brunhilde's feelings of inferiority and shame stemming from her previous setbacks.

Perhaps because they were created using Star Core Fragment the Seferu, both the prototype Brunhilde and the later nine prototype Valkyrie have some personality flaws.

The more extensive the emotional contact, the more pronounced this situation becomes.

Brunhilde, who is currently caught in a contradiction between her self-definition as a weapon and as a person, is a case in point.

However, with patient guidance, they may be able to develop an independent personality more quickly.

Of course, the worst approach is to guide rather than block.

"Alright, it's just one or two setbacks. Right now, you're the only one by my side. The road ahead is long, and there will be plenty of opportunities to win back in the future! Remember, what I need is a warrior who never gives up, not a pathetic wretched who only knows how to wallow in self-pity!"

Samael patted Brunhilde's shoulder lightly and solemnly reminded her, then Zheng announced the next arrangements.

"Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you how to use the primordial runes and more combat skills at a fixed time in the evening."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Brunhilde's dim purple eyes suddenly sparkled, and she responded excitedly.

His Highness Samael is a god in Asgard who can rival Thor.

In terms of pure combat power, Lord Thor is a pinnacle existence that even Odin, the Father God, could hardly suppress!

With His Highness Samael's guidance, she will definitely be able to help next time.

But soon, Brunhilde, who was filled with anxiety and uncertainty, once again showed a dejected expression.

"Your Highness, you are too gentle with me, I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'll teach you another Asgard rule—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, wine for wine, and gentleness for gentleness!"

Samael raised his hand and grasped Brunhilde's shoulder, meeting the Valkyrie's gaze silently before solemnly declaring.

Responding to gentleness with gentleness...

Brunhilde's body trembled, and she murmured the "rules" of Asgard, her lowered eyes gradually revealing a bright color and a hint of understanding.

"It's too late today. Take a shower and get some rest. Let's start training tomorrow."

"Um!"

Samael glanced at the moonlight, yawned, and casually gave an order. Brunhilde looked up and responded softly with a smoother and more decisive tone, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Phew! I finally managed to fool them...

As for why it's called "deception," Asgard doesn't have any rules whatsoever; it was just something he made up to treat Brunhilde's mental illness.

As the ancient snake hurried to the corridor, it breathed a sigh of relief, its spirits relaxed, and it felt utterly exhausted.

So, from Mesopotamia to Greece, from Northern Europe to Rome, how come I keep encountering problem children wherever I go?

The kind Big Brother should go find that scoundrel Merlin! Can't you guys find someone else to mess with?

Samael rolled his eyes, muttering a listless complaint to himself, and dragged his weary body through the door, staggering as he collapsed onto his soft, comfortable bed.

But the moment they made contact, the strange softness and elasticity of the bedding made the dazed ancient snake instinctively reach out and explore.

Then, Samael withdrew his fingers and pulled a... loli?! from the bed!