"Heimdall, ignorant fool, how could Asgard's cold doctrines impede the footsteps of this Prinzessin's friend?"
"Hmph, he is a traveler who can cross seas of stars and journey through infinite universes. Because of him, countless nations and regions have been freed from strife and war, and countless lives have been preserved."
"Heimdall must have lost his nerve. With achievements as glorious as my friend's, even the seven-colored rainbow bridge must struggle to bear their weight."
Beneath a dense canopy, a girl in a purple dress sat sideways on the lush grass, speaking confidently to the man opposite her. "This Prinzessin never imagined that Heimdall, gatekeeper of Asgard, would be held captive by such cowardly feelings. How pitiful. How lamentable."
"Yeah, of course he's scared. That thing only just got fixed. These days, even if a dog walks past the entrance to the Bifrost, Heimdall has to rush out and give it an earful."
The man agreed with the girl as he rolled the clinking, multifaceted metal pieces around in his palm and raised a piece of fruit for a bite.
"Ahem... Though your description is vivid, sinner, you grow ever more presumptuous! It seems this Prinzessin's recent leniency has given you the illusion that you may take advantage of her favor."
"You dare show so little remorse before the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, who commands the lightning of judgment!"
The girl rose from the ground and lightly stroked the spot covered by her eyepatch, regarding the man with a cold, haughty gaze. "Such audacity! Know this: your fate has become a thread in my palm!"
"Hmph."
The man gave a soft snort, a dark gleam flickering in his eyes. "Oh? Has it?"
With that, the man casually tossed a thin card onto the ground before the girl's eyes, then opened his