The message transmitted by the Black Crown made Russell's eyelid twitch.
He put away the Black Crown and activated Clairvoyance.
Then he saw a group of youthful, beautiful women with excellent figures, though for some reason they gave off the feeling of being "leftover women."
They were brimming with killing intent, their expressions icy.
One could not help suspecting that, if they learned the enemy came from the north, they would immediately and cruelly breed cold-resistant mosquitoes to make everyone in the northern lands howl and scream alongside that man.
And at their head was Ragna.
The Assault Team?
Everyone had come?
Russell was instantly stunned. No, at this time, aside from the captain, shouldn't everyone in the Assault Team be out killing monsters and leveling up?
Why were they now gathered in Britain, a bitterly cold place where, if Romans came here, they could write one will home per month?
See? I knew it.
Without the Kaslana or Saniyat surname, joining Schicksal was basically stepping halfway into becoming a "leftover woman."
Even if they managed to find someone with great difficulty, how many men could stand having their wives out grinding away three hundred and sixty days a year?
If you mock Ragna, you're basically launching an AOE attack against every frontline Valkyrie outside the three great families.
Ragna doesn't want to expose what happened to you, so she said some Gypsy did it. The Gypsies around here who make a living through scams, theft, and honey traps are about to have a rough time.
The Prompt Device sighed.
"Ah... like that?"
Even Russell was stunned.
They had difficulty meeting the opposite sex, overwhelming work pressure, and families that easily fell apart...
Why did that sound like construction workers sent to Africa for infrastructure projects?
Were Valkyries another name