Caesar's Version of Napoleon

The Mystic Eyes Train was moving slowly through the Imaginary Number Sea. It had been two days since the Russian Lostbelt was pruned.

The first day had been left for everyone to rest. He was not a demon, after all; he had to give them some time to recover, and he needed rest himself as well.

In truth, Yuan Shikai was the most exhausted of them all. He had fought that mammoth, dealt with Koyanskaya, and ultimately pruned the Fantasy Tree himself.

Yuan Shikai said, "Everyone has rested enough. We can probably hold the strategy meeting tomorrow, so I'll continue giving you a general overview of the Lostbelt."

"Just like the Russian Lostbelt, the Scandinavian Lostbelt was deemed a Lostbelt because something diverged at a certain point in time."

"The most famous event in Norse mythology was undoubtedly Götterdämmerung three thousand years ago. The gods fought, and in the end, the flame giant Surtr plunged the Flame Sword into the earth, bringing about mutual destruction and marking the end of the Age of Gods."

"The divergence in this Lostbelt was that not all the gods died. One remained behind, and she is the current Lostbelt King: Scáthach-Skadi."

Rin Tohsaka said, "I know Skadi. She is the Norse goddess of winter, and she married several gods in succession, earning the title Bride of the Gods. But what does Scáthach-Skadi mean?"

Yuan Shikai said, "Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking."

Rin Tohsaka pursed her lips and muttered, "I'm already an adult. I'm not a child anymore." But when she considered the age gap between the two of them, she really did seem like a child.

No one in this world should have seen Scathach, so he did not know how to explain it.

Yuan Shikai said, "The Fantasy Tree over there