"You can hear my voice!"
Standing at the rear of the submersible, Brynhildr raised her head and looked toward the formation of the so-called Valkyries. She caught sight of the three Valkyries and called out to them loudly.
"Thrud, Hildr, Ortlinde—I know you can hear my voice!"
"My sisters, descend. Come before me!"
—Although Fujimaru Ritsuka had undoubtedly already given the order to engage, Brynhildr still seemed determined to make one final effort.
She called out to her sisters.
"I can throw the spear in my hand at any moment, but you know—"
"I would rather clash at a distance where we can clearly see each other's faces."
"—If we must fight."
She drew in a deep breath.
"—Isn't that what you want too?"
"Don't you... want to look upon my face?"
"Thrud, Hildr, Ortlinde, my sisters?"
The Valkyrie ranks fell into a suffocating silence.
After a long while, just as Napoleon seemed ready to make a move, Thrud's trembling voice came from within the formation.
"Ah... Elder Sister."
"Why... why have you joined hands with humanity, Elder Sister?"
She raised one hand, as though issuing some command to the Valkyries.
All the remaining Valkyries instantly turned their spears around and charged toward the giants behind them. Only a few Valkyries remained, following beside Thrud, Hildr, and Ortlinde as they looked down at Chaldea below.
—And Brynhildr.
After exchanging glances, they descended.
"Stay alert—let's hear what they have to say."
Fujimaru Ritsuka raised a hand and said in a low voice.
This was not merely giving Brynhildr an opportunity.
—It was also giving those three Valkyries one.
The blonde Valkyrie, Thrud Valkyrie.
The pink-haired Valkyrie, Hildr Valkyrie.
The black-haired Valkyrie, Ortlinde Valkyrie.
The three Valkyries landed before the people of Chaldea—before the blue-and-white-haired Valkyrie, Brynhildr Valkyrie.
As sisters, they stood