Though it was called a [temporary alliance]—in truth, there was no room for anyone in this alliance to hold back.
After all, their opponent was Surtr.
A terrifying giant who had defeated a Chief God.
A so-called [Godslayer], and one who had slain gods through sheer strength.
"You must remember: this is a difficult, yet glorious path."
"Do you understand?"
Scathach-Skadi looked solemnly at Fujimaru Ritsuka as she spoke.
She knew that this seemingly unremarkable young girl was actually the pillar of all Chaldea, its absolute central figure.
Someone cherished by the rest of Chaldea even more than that fat man hiding inside the ship.
"I'm deeply honored!"
"Ha ha ha ha—come to think of it, my Grand Army is becoming more and more grand! Even the Queen of Gods is joining my Grand Army now!"
"Fou!"
Fou appeared to be looking at Napoleon with disdain.
But Napoleon apparently did not notice.
"Ha ha—you're happy for me too, aren't you, white dog!"
"But—now this is what you call the feeling of a [final battle]."
Napoleon reached out and patted Fujimaru Ritsuka on the shoulder.
"Our target is the Godslayer."
"Our ranks include monsters, Valkyries, heroes—and the Queen of Gods, as well as warriors like myself."
"As the true [Commander] of the Grand Army, you must lead us to a certain victory!"
A trace of surprise appeared in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, but in the end—it turned into resolve, and he nodded firmly.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Napoleon."
"I definitely won't let our army meet its [Waterloo]!"
"Ha ha—that's exactly the spirit we need!"
Napoleon smiled in relief.
"Mr. Sigurd, Miss Brynhildr, the two of you possess formidable close-combat abilities. I'll have to ask you to clear a path for us at the very front."
"Understood. Even if it is to atone