"Hrist... what exactly is going on?" Göll looked at the twin guns in Durandal's hands and suddenly realized... her sister Hrist was not dead. She could not help but feel confused.
"Hrist is a one-of-a-kind Valkyrie with two personalities and two traits..."
So that was it. Splitting her in two and using the powers of Hrist's two personalities at once—that was the proper way to use Hrist.
After all, one Hrist was equivalent to two Valkyries. Durandal knew that, which was why she had brutally snapped the lance in half and turned it into two divine weapons.
She had made both Hrist's inner and outer personalities serve her at once.
But that method was far too violent! She could hardly accept it and had nearly fought Durandal to the death.
At that moment, Brunhilde also explained the situation to Göll, and only then did Göll relax. So they had not been trying to kill Sister Hrist!
They were merely allowing Sister Hrist to display the full power of both her personalities at once!
"Miss Durandal, could you please not be so direct next time? Even if Hrist can split into two, there was no need to use such a brutal method. You nearly scared me to death."
Brunhilde could not help complaining to Durandal. She had nearly died of fright. Her younger sister had not died on the battlefield, only to seemingly be killed by the person she had chosen—it had felt as though the sky were falling.
"Exactly! At least tell us beforehand! I thought you really were going to kill Sister Hrist!"
Göll could not hold back either and joined in the complaints, patting her chest as though she had nearly lost her breath.
"Sorry! I thought you two knew. I will not do that again." Durandal apologized