A goddess—standing there was undoubtedly a goddess.
The moment Fujimaru Ritsuka saw her, that was the feeling that arose within him.
If he had to give her an appraisal, then it would be—[Daughter of Amethyst]. Only such a title could suit the goddess before him.
"Good morning, everyone."
The goddess whose body was still half-shrouded in the shadows of the Flame Hall spoke slowly.
Her voice was unexpectedly soft compared to her tall figure, even somewhat languid.
"I am the daughter of the great god Odin, the eldest sister of the Valkyries."
Her form was distorted by the flames, making her difficult to see clearly, yet anyone could sense her charm.
But her words were even more worthy of attention than her charm.
The daughter of the great god Odin, the eldest sister of the Valkyries—then that meant—
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up slightly.
No wonder—no wonder they said this goddess was the ultimate weapon against Sigurd!
"I was once a demigod, and once an ancient goddess."
"Ah... Please, call me by my name."
She slowly stepped out of the flames, revealing herself.
"My name is the Heroic Spirit—Brynhildr."
A faint trace of sorrow showed in her pale violet eyes.
The instant the Divine Spirit Servant known as Brynhildr awakened, the figure of Thrud Valkyrie appeared before the palace of ice and snow.
Her expression was graver than ever before.
"The elder sister over there has awakened."
Over there naturally referred to Proper Human History.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, as though sensing something, as though calling out to something.
"Sisters."
"Sisters."
"My sisters who share connection records with me, who do not depend upon the Queen's magical energy, who have endured from the Age of Gods to this day—my true sisters."
"Please speak."
"Speak your