"Nothing but brute strength."
The more Brynhildr fought the man before her, the calmer her expression and gaze became.
—She had already seen through him.
This man's strength was nothing more than something confined within the framework known as [Sigurd].
Even if he truly was not Sigurd, she—the one who had killed a Sigurd like this—
Would never lose to someone hiding behind such a facade!
"Haah—"
Her spear swept sharply upward, knocking the demonic sword Gram aside. "Sigurd" gritted his teeth and retreated half a step, narrowly evading Brynhildr's follow-up thrust.
The scales of battle had already begun to tip toward Brynhildr.
"Saber!"
Seemingly realizing this, Ophelia, who had removed her eyepatch and now had both eyes exposed, called out anxiously.
"Shut up!!!"
As he fended off Brynhildr's attacks, "Sigurd" roared, his expression terrifying.
"Ophelia—you'd better not get in my way! This is the climax of the battle!"
Ignoring Brynhildr's killing intent, her ever-increasing speed, and her growing strength, he charged forward once more.
The forced Spirit Origin Ascension had not helped "Sigurd" gain any further advantage.
Instead, it only made him look more and more impatient.
"Who exactly are you?"
Brynhildr stared fixedly at "Sigurd's" sinister crimson eyes as she continuously swung her spear.
"Sigurd, Sigurd, aaah, Sigurd."
"If you aren't Sigurd—then who exactly are you?"
Bzz—
Bang!!!
"Urgh—"
"You—!!!"
Once again, she knocked the demonic sword Gram aside, leaving the man before her wide open.
Brynhildr shouted in fury.
"What are you trying to do here!!!"
"I—"
Splat—
Before the false Sigurd could speak, the spear shot toward his chest at unimaginable speed—
He had no way to defend himself.
No way to defend, and no way to resist.
His body, his chest, his spiritual core—
Were pierced through with ease by the woman standing before him.