Facing Heisenberg's cold smile after issuing his command, Sigrun pressed her lips together, pale as though they had emerged from the depths of winter.
But merely pressing her lips together seemed incapable of washing away the fury and bloodlust filling her heart.
So she simply stuck out her little tongue, letting its dry tip circle her parched lips twice.
Then she looked at Heisenberg and nodded lightly.
"If making a warrior dissatisfied with Asgard accept the fate of being controlled by Asgard again brings you joy.
Or if making someone like me, who wanted to attack and even kill you just a moment ago, become utterly obedient to you makes you feel gratified.
Then, Your Majesty, laugh as heartily as you please!
For nearly two thousand years, I sent countless good people into the Grandmaster's arena.
I watched them slaughter one another there. I watched them die, or fight their way to the end and win that honorless honor.
Perhaps because I missed out on too much, I wholeheartedly agree with killing the scum imprisoned in Asgard's cells!
If my obedience can satisfy your desire for control.
Then I shall satisfy you, Your Majesty!"
Sigrun bowed lightly and slowly lowered herself to one knee before Heisenberg.
Kneeling there, she picked up a longsword from the ground beside her and drove its blade into the floor at her feet.
"The taste of death is truly indescribable. I am no longer alive, and I have lost countless sensations that once brought me satisfaction.
Yet now, as I follow your command and prepare to drag other living people into the realm of death.
I have actually experienced a thrill I could never have enjoyed while alive!
Because I am already dead, so...
I want everyone to be like me. I want them all