Baldr, the god of light in Norse mythology.
What Scathach-Skadi meant by that was probably... that Sherlock Holmes's eyes were very bright?
"Fou!"
Fou looked very much in agreement.
"Huh? Do they really look alike!?"
Napoleon looked deeply shaken.
He thought his own eyes were the brightest.
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about...?"
Ortlinde also looked utterly bewildered.
"Hehe, nothing. It was only a joke."
"Perhaps you haven't noticed, but hidden deep within those intelligent eyes of his is a gloominess."
"If he were truly compared to him—I think even a generous god like Baldr might get angry."
"So I was merely making a comparison, understand?"
"So, Heroic Spirit, I have decided to love as well—"
Bzz—
Bzz—
Bzz—
[Huh!?]
[What's happening!? I didn't do anything just now!?]
A piercing alarm sounded from the other end of the communications line, accompanied by Goredolf's flustered voice.
At the same time—
Everyone, including Queen Scathach-Skadi upon the Throne of Jade, raised their heads in unison.
"Everyone felt it, didn't they?"
Something seemed to be reflected in Norla's eyes.
".So, what could it be?"
"Brynhildr, can I leave this to you?"
Sigurd said as he looked at his beloved.
Among everyone present, only Brynhildr in Chaldea's group possessed the ability to fly at will.
So, if something had appeared high in the sky, Brynhildr was the best choice to intercept it.
[It's magical energy flying in from north of the mountains!—Wait, so the observation equipment wasn't broken after all!?]
Leonardo da Vinci's voice came through the communications.
She had thought the submarine's instruments had stopped functioning in the previous high temperatures.
If someone had repaired them...
"To interrupt the words of a god—what an unforgivable sin."
An angry look appeared on Scathach-Skadi's face.
"You dare try to defile my castle?"
Her eyes