"I like it."
"I hate it."
"I'm happy."
"I'm sad."
"Like a flickering flame, sometimes large, sometimes small."
"Even if it is infinitesimal, something must exist within your circuits."
Brynhildr smiled as she looked at her younger sisters.
It was as though she had already confirmed certain facts. She did not make another move, merely holding her spear in both hands as she floated there.
"I have no such thing!"
Thrud vehemently denied what Brynhildr had already concluded.
"What in the world are you saying—Sister!"
She suppressed her anger, trying her best to look expressionless, trying her best to appear mechanical.
"We are all automatons."
"We are manufactured beings. Even if our owner changed from the great gods to the current queen, emotions...?"
"Such things cannot possibly exist!"
Hildr continued.
"We are not humans, nor have we ever come into contact with humans!"
"Such highly uncertain elements would never appear within us—this runs contrary to the very principle for which we were created!"
Ortlinde said nothing.
Except—
Her gaze seemed somewhat evasive?
Still, she joined her two sisters in refuting their eldest sister.
Brynhildr lowered her eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Unwilling to admit it?
Ah... perhaps this, too, was a step they had to go through.
Click—
Perhaps out of embarrassment turning to anger, Thrud raised the light spear in her hand once more—this time, she simply ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka and the three other Servants beside him, pointing it at her eldest sister, Brynhildr.
"Sister... ah, Sister of Proper Human History, how... how did you become like this!"
"To lecture us like this, to say... that we are not Valkyries!"
"You have gone mad!"
She gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"It was that thing called Sigurd who misled and defiled you, who twisted you!"
"Do you