"Which military district have we been assigned to? Enough nonsense. Take us there directly."
Durandal glanced at the officer before her, who seemed to be trying to curry favor with her, and spoke expressionlessly in a commanding tone.
There was an unyielding force in her voice that allowed no refusal.
If anyone else had spoken in that tone, the officer would definitely have been displeased. But when it came from Durandal, it felt as though she was simply meant to be that way.
He could not muster even the slightest resentment and unconsciously felt compelled to obey her every command.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Faced with Durandal's order, even though he had personally helped secure her position, he did not find anything improper about it at all.
He immediately led Durandal and Rita toward their assigned military district.
Seeing how spineless the officer was, Rita could only shake her head speechlessly.
Still, it was not difficult to understand. Durandal herself was simply that domineering.
She was Schicksal's strongest Valkyrie. As captain of the Immortal Blades, she wielded her lance to crush every Honkai calamity. She charged into battle, invincible wherever she went, forging an undefeated legend through countless victories. She was Durandal, a brilliant and dazzling "glory."
Her name was regarded within Schicksal as a symbol of honor. Her golden hair streamed behind her, lance in hand. On the battlefield, she was like a god of war descended from myth, unstoppable in all things. She swept aside the Honkai and bore the title of strongest with her proud strikes. Under her command, the Immortal Blades became Schicksal's sharpest weapon.
She became a Valkyrie at ten and was already Schicksal's strongest at sixteen!
Bishop Otto Apocalypse had once told Durandal, "If one day you choose the path of a Valkyrie, remember this: whatever