Passing the torch

Time passed, Chaldea's live-streaming business was in full swing. Ritsuka was not idle either. She used the coffee shop as a transit point to deal with a few minor Singularity. She had already confirmed that there was no Magnetic Field Power, so it was a piece of cake for her.

Anastasia was quite relaxed, since the Terrible Emperor could provide solutions to many problems after being summoned. Meanwhile, under the maintenance of the group of Magnetic Field Power users, a railway stretched from Moscow to the distance.

Meanwhile, Bai Mo stood in the dojo, looking helplessly at a sword lying on a shelf.

That was his first sword, a divine weapon forged from a blank blade. Even now, Bai Mo still cannot fight with two swords. If this continues, Bai Mo feels that he will soon no longer need to use weapons.

"They really have guts. It's clearly a weapon, but it's surprisingly full of fighting spirit."

Arcueid poked the blade, and Shiki, who was sparring with Bai Mo beside him, nodded in deep agreement.

"Isn't it true that it was the first weapon to follow? This inexplicable stubbornness is just like its master."

Bai Mo held the divine weapon in his hand with a helpless expression and sighed deeply.

"Forget it, we shouldn't waste time on things we can't force. There's plenty of time later... I'll put you in the kitchen to press plum wine later."

Bai Mo threatened the sword fiercely. At this moment, his strength had reached the level of 820,000 units. To be honest, he was holding the sword more as a gift to the Great Saber, the War God.

If it were up to him, then the Mad Giant Shark would be a better fit.

He spoke to everyone in this space and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. At this time, he was no longer the lonely person who first entered this world. Before he knew it, so many people had gathered around him.

Anastasia sent a message saying that she and Ortlinde had just been having tea and they happened to be talking about Bai Mo.

Before long, Bai Mo arrived at the garden behind the Kremlin. Ortlinde was much more energetic than before, her black hair was shiny, and her face had regained its color, although the little wing on her head was still drooping a bit.

"Mr. Bai Mo, it's nice to see you again. I heard you were going to Northern Europe, so I had Miss Anastasia summon you. I apologize if I've disturbed you."

Before she could finish speaking, Anastasia pulled up Ortlinde's cheek, feigning anger, and said:

"Didn't I tell you not to look like you've done something wrong? If you keep acting like this, I won't be able to resist teasing you~"

"Waaah..."

The two of them seem to have a surprisingly good relationship; it seems that having Anastasia communicate with her was indeed the right thing to do.

Some people are strong inside, while others are fragile inside. This is often related to their past experiences. A person who has been criticized, ostracized, and oppressed from a young age, both at home and in the outside world, will inevitably be fragile inside.

People with inner strength often have something to rely on: their wealth, their prominent status or past achievements, or a power that allows them to disregard everything else.

The most direct way to inspire a bird with broken wings to rekindle its desire to fly is to let it see birds in the sky.

At least for now, she's not like before, a pathetic figure standing by the railway tracks, bankrupt from a failed investment.

"Mr. Bai Mo, do you really have to go to Northern Europe? Although I don't remember it very clearly, whenever I think back on it, I always feel fear and a bone-deep despair, as if I were locked in a cage and thrown into the sea."

Ortlinde trembled uncontrollably until Bai Mo patted her on the shoulder.

I want to show you something.

The boulder blocking the entrance was silently sliced open, fitting perfectly together; this was a tomb. Ortlinde entered, and what greeted her was the small mound of earth, surrounded by the remains of giants, and the broken, powerless spear that stood there.

She covered her mouth, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground. Bai Mo didn't say anything, waiting quietly. If she couldn't stand up, Bai Mo was prepared to let her live peacefully here.

Bai Mo neither helped her nor would he. In this situation, the one standing should not make decisions for the one kneeling.

After an unknown amount of time, Ortlinde forced herself to stand up.

"You're the one who buried them, aren't you? Thank you so much."

Ortlinde bowed deeply to Bai Mo. After dying in battle, she couldn't go home. It was already a blessing that she was spared from being left to rot in the wilderness.

"Mr. Bai Mo, perhaps my sisters died in fear. Now, I don't even know if I'm qualified to hold a funeral for them."

I don't remember many things, but I remember the endless fighting and the agonizing cries. Perhaps my courage was shattered there, and that's why I don't want to see you go into that pit of fire."

"But there must still be people in that pit of fire."

Bai Mo's abrupt voice rang out, echoing in the narrow tomb chamber. Ortlinde turned to look at Bai Mo, a golden light flashing in his hand as several shields landed in his grasp.

"Just because of that? You don't know a single person there."

"Humans are such creatures; when they see their fellow human beings suffering, their brains always want to lend a hand. It is inevitable to feel sadness when they see their fellow human beings die, but it is precisely because of this that humans have risen to the pinnacle of primates."

When I was in almost insurmountable trouble before, someone reached out to me, and now it's just that the hand that's being handed to me is coming through.

Bai Mo lowered the golden shield and placed it on the Daichi.

"I'm about to leave; I've already made my decision. But now, the decision is yours. If you leave, you can live a peaceful and quiet life here, and the flames of war from the past will never return to you."

But if you feel they shouldn't have died like that, come with me, and I'll take you back to your hometown.

Leaving those words behind, Bai Mo didn't linger and walked out of the tomb.

Ortlinde gently stroked the shield in her hand, a weapon that felt incredibly comfortable to use. To lift it again now would require a reason, a strength. She took a deep breath and murmured:

"At least... I received his help, and even if it had nothing to do with Valkyrie, I couldn't just stand by and watch him..."

Footsteps came from the cave entrance. Turning around, I saw Ortlinde holding a shield. The confusion in her eyes had disappeared, and she gripped the shield tightly.

"Ortlinde, although I may not be able to fight now, I am willing to be your shield."