Approaching Brynhildr casually with love or desire in one's heart was actually quite dangerous.
Brynhildr looked at Napoleon with a somewhat complicated expression.
She was that kind of woman.
—A woman who would kill the man who loved her.
So, for now, this was the best choice.
"While we have the time, tell me—my Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka."
Compared to the dangerous look she gave Napoleon, Brynhildr's gaze toward Fujimaru Ritsuka was considerably gentler.
Perhaps because of that "respect," and because they were both women, she was indeed somewhat more cordial.
"Tell me what exactly is going on with this Lostbelt—and also."
"The person I need to fight."
".All right, I understand."
Looking into Brynhildr's serious eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.
"Ahh."
Brynhildr lowered her eyes and let out a trembling sigh.
"So it was as I thought. That man, my beloved."
"Sigurd, he truly is... in this Lostbelt."
"If that is the case, then it all makes sense."
"Do you mean the matter of killing Sigurd?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, somewhat unable to bear it.
It was true that Brynhildr needed to deal with Sigurd, but using "love" to kill someone like this was rather...
Fujimaru Ritsuka would do it no matter what, but he would certainly feel somewhat strange about it, and guilty as well.
"Yes, that is my mission."
Brynhildr showed no other unusual reaction, merely nodding.
"The reason I was summoned to this Lostbelt was to deal with him. This is good. This is good."
She lowered her head again and sighed.
"I no longer need to wander aimlessly across that empty snowfield, nor sleep within the mansion disguised as the Flame Hall. At the time, I was fighting giants that had come from who knew where, and was then sealed away by the girl who arrived and called