But Brunhilde thought of her brother's abilities. In some respects, his strength was indeed even more terrifying than Zeus's.
Heracles had once battled Ares, the god of war, and shown that god what an unyielding "tough heart" truly was.
He was someone who would get back up no matter how many times he was knocked down, known as the "Unyielding War god."
"I understand!"
Brunhilde let out a sigh. Heracles's opponent this time truly warranted an all-out battle.
Fine. She did not need to think so much about it. No matter who won, as long as neither of them died completely, that would be enough.
"But this Theresa... is she really an adult?" Brunhilde looked at the photograph of Theresa in her hand. This white-haired, blue-eyed little girl looked to be only eleven or twelve.
Such a tiny little girl actually possessed the power to slay gods? Unbelievable!
How had she been raised?
"Uh, don't be fooled by how small she looks. Theresa is much older than I am." Durandal was taken aback, then could not help laughing.
"What? Older than you? How is that possible?!"
Brunhilde began to question reality. She looked at the little girl named Theresa in her hand, then at Durandal beside her.
Had Durandal developed too quickly, or had this Theresa developed too slowly?
Or was it both...
"I'm only seventeen, but she... is nearly fifty."
Although Durandal's figure looked absolutely perfect, she really was only seventeen. So it would not be too much of a stretch for Theresa to be her grandmother.
Though Durandal had also been raised by Bishop Otto Apocalypse...
"Nearly fifty... Is she really human?"
Brunhilde rubbed her temples. It was hard to believe that a human being could look like this at fifty! This was a human, not some elf