Flowers Planted with Care Become Willows

The baby killer whale will fall to the ground.

But Surtr fell faster than Skadi, or regained her balance much faster.

As Skadi adjusted her position in mid-air, the Sulfur fire and the burning Flame Sword were already close in on her.

Then.

The sword stopped at her forehead.

The sword did not strike.

Unlike any other time, this time Miss Surtr didn't give the guy who suddenly rushed over, begging for a beating, a good beating. In the past, she would have beaten this incredibly resilient little killer whale half to death. Anyway, this guy was tough; as long as he had a breath left, he'd be a healthy, energetic whale again in a few days.

But things are different now than they were in the past.

—Honestly, I used to be much more relaxed about everything, and I wouldn't get angry even if I was offended. Even though this girl always wastes my time, I wouldn't get angry because she's my waifu. But now... tsk, my temper... it seems I can't control it as well as I used to.

—What if I accidentally kill her with my sword? Although I can reload my save and start over, I'd rather not do that kind of thing if I can avoid it.

The thought flashed through her mind, and she lowered her sword, letting Laevateinn float back behind her. The Aegir girl in front of her stared blankly at her, her small head filled with great confusion.

"You..." Skadi's voice was very pleasant, with a feeling of surging tides, very melodious.

Unfortunately, like a certain lynx, it doesn't talk much.

"... The pollution is extremely serious?"

"It's just that I can't bear to do it." Surtr shook her head helplessly. Although this girl also didn't like to speak plainly, she also disliked riddles. If she didn't understand something, she would ask directly. If she wanted to express her will, she would say it concisely.

This makes her far superior to Kal'tsit.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Surtr said. She figured the little orca's pride wasn't so low that it needed extra verbal care.

Then she saw that the Aegir girl in front of her seemed to be frightened—she subconsciously took a step back, and the sword she was holding almost fell to the ground.

"Scared?" The little orca looked as if it had been stung by a wasp. Its expression remained unchanged, but its voice suddenly rose sharply! "You... are you scared?"

"It's not fear..." Surtr corrected slightly. "It's a kind of... well, concern. I used to bully you all the time, and that was wrong. I hope that can be corrected. And, if you don't mind, could you please not always be so aggressive whenever we meet?"

—I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself.

She tried to explain, but the more she explained, the more confused the girl in front of Aegir seemed to become.

Skadi glanced at the sword in her hand, then at Laevateinn behind Surtr. Her gaze shifted to the distant ruins of the ancient city, covered in cooled lava, and the gradually dying volcano.

She raised her hand and pinched her cheek.

At first, there was no reaction, probably because its skin was too tough. Then the little orca suddenly increased its strength by about three times, and a red mark immediately appeared on its fair face.

"It hurts." She remained expressionless, looking dazed. "It's true."

Then she picked up the greatsword and slashed it upwards towards her neck.

"What are you doing!?" Surtr grabbed the sword before the guy could actually sever his own neck, the blade. He used his palm to block Skadi's neck between the greatsword and the blade.

"You have human emotions; you are not corrupted. But I feel that you are tainted by the corruption of the Old Deities. If I'm wrong, then I am the one who is corrupted." Skadi answered blankly, her hand gripping the greatsword still tightening.

"I'm contaminated, so I'll die. If I don't die, many people will die."

Miss Surtr, I think there might be something wrong with my auditory nerve.

What is this poor kid saying? Why does it sound so logically consistent... Ugh! What nonsense is this? Is this kid really this silly?!

"You—" The Flame-haired maiden gritted her teeth. First, she snapped the greatsword in Skadi's hand in two. Then, she turned the two pieces into four, threw them behind her, and Laevateinn released a burst of high-temperature heat that melted the sword into molten metal and then vaporized it.

"I think you've got one thing wrong. There's absolutely no causal relationship between feelings and this... this messy pollution. I've always had feelings!"

"...Then I was wrong from the start." Skadi, with her silver hair and red eyes, stared blankly at the vaporizing metallic cloud. Then, she retrieved a short sword from her belt and continued stabbing it into her neck.

"What the hell are you doing!" Then the short sword in her hand split into sixteen pieces and shattered on the ground.

"And didn't you say you couldn't bleed on the ground!?"

"I'm not doing anything wrong; I'm eliminating any potential threats," Skadi corrected earnestly. "And I haven't told anyone that I can't bleed on earth."

"You'll explain later! And don't you think your logic is flawed? Why does my normality mean you're abnormal?!"

"The logic is flawed, so I definitely lost control." Skadi nodded in agreement. Looking into the distance, the nearest thing that could be called the sea was about 1,500 kilometers away. "You're right, I can't bleed on land. Even if I die, I can't bleed."

So she took Miss Surtr's hand and placed it on her snow-white neck.

"Just strangle me."

Chapter 102 With care, flowers will grow into willows.

For a fleeting moment, Miss Surtr really wanted to just strangle this stupid fish.

However, after a moment's thought and careful consideration, the final conclusion remained the same: it was indeed impossible to make a move on my two-dimensional wife—oh well, if the child is mentally challenged, so be it. What's the big deal? At most, there'll be an extra meal allowance. Surely Miss Surtr can afford to raise a whale?

She stared at the white-haired Aegir in front of her for several seconds.

"Are you sure you really want to do this? Are you really going to put your life in my hands?"—Her words were somewhat vague and her expression somewhat unclear.

Then she saw the white killer whale in front of her nodding repeatedly.

Very well, it seems this guy is determined to die.

It seems unlikely that I can persuade her without first depriving her of her ability to act.

Miss Surtr's lips curled up slightly.

"No regrets?" she asked one last time.

Then she immediately received a response from the goofy killer whale in front of her—"Go ahead and do it."

So Surtr lifted the white-haired Aegir in front of her, using the hand gripping her neck to choke her and lift her to the ground. As her fingers quietly clenched, the deep-sea girl's face suddenly flushed red, then gradually faded, turning pale.

Skadi did not resist. She truly wanted to self-destruct.

Her slender hands hung limply between her hips, her survival instincts suppressed by unwavering will. Her crimson eyes gradually rolled back and became bloodshot, while her long legs trembled and twitched slightly, a physiological response.

There's a... strange feeling.

It wasn't Skadi, but Surtr herself—this wasn't the first time she'd executed a living being who opposed her in this way. On the battlefield, when she was weak, she'd even bitten her opponents to death with her teeth. Yet this time, as she dealt with Skadi, she felt a strange pleasure.