The second generation

Outside, Northern Europe is a desolate, post-apocalyptic wasteland, but here lies a vibrant paradise. Bai Mo and Ortlinde walk on the meadow, with magnificent snow-capped mountains and crystal-clear lakes in the distance.

Not far away are villages and towns where people dressed in local clothing are living a pastoral life, seemingly completely unaware that the outside world is a living hell.

"It's so beautiful it's like the fantasy of a dying man."

Looking at this idyllic scenery, Bai Mo couldn't help but sigh. Ortlinde was speechless at Bai Mo's peculiar observation and could only manage a wry smile.

"Are you finding that familiar feeling again, Ortlinde?"

This should be the original appearance of this Daichi, the Northern Europe that Ortlinde knew, but she shook her head.

"Neither Valhalla nor Asgard is like this... It's more like a village of mortals; I even feel a little unfamiliar with it."

"After all, if the Frost Giants win, the Æsir won't be able to stay in their original territories."

As Bai Mo spoke, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although the emergence of magnetic field power should be completely random, it seems that this unknown variable tilts the balance of victory to the side of the giant.

As for what exactly happened Ragnarok, I believe the surviving goddess will be able to answer Bai Mo's questions.

A pure white figure landed in front of Bai Mo, dressed in a swan costume and wearing a divine iron shield, holding the same pseudo-divine declaration as Ortlinde.

"Welcome, brave warrior! The goddess has been waiting for you. Please follow me to welcome you and give you a proper welcome."

The Valkyrie in front of me spoke without any emotion, like a student being punished by being made to stand and read aloud during morning reading time.

"Excuse me, who are you? I don't recall having a sister like you before."

Ortlinde asked with some doubt, she really didn't recognize the beautiful Valkyrie in front of her. As her sister and comrade-in-arms who had been with her day and night, she remembered the face and name of every Valkyrie.

"Answer: I am the second generation Valkyrie, the first unit, namely Valkyrie Number One."

"Number One? That's... your name?"

"This is my number. A name is also a kind of code, so it can also be considered my name."

Looking at this blonde, red-eyed Valkyrie, her white hood draped over her hair, she seemed somewhat like...

"Why does it remind you a bit of Arcueid?"

Bai Mo muttered to himself, and Arcueid's voice echoed in his mind.

"How is it similar? There's only a slight resemblance, but the temperament is nowhere near that of a princess like me. But to make it like this, the maker must have some taste."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten you were a princess."

Hearing Bai Mo's teasing words, Arcueid chuckled twice as if it were perfectly natural.

"After all, I love you as your girl first, and then I'm your princess."

Outside, the Valkyrie leading the way twitched her ears. Bai Mo didn't muffle her voice; as a creation of the gods, her hearing was naturally top-notch.

"I suggest you consider whether I resemble someone you've met. If you prefer to communicate by this name, and considering we're comrades, you can address me as ' Arcueid.'"

Valkyrie, who was leading the way, spoke expressionlessly. This abstract line of reasoning left Ortlinde and Bai Mo speechless.

"I take back my previous assessment. Who created this? It has absolutely no thought, it's just like a machine. Why make it like this if you're only pursuing efficiency?"

Valkyrie Number One's thinking is entirely focused on combat; she treats even the most trivial matters as the highest command.

Arcueid is right, this thing is just a machine with pre-written code.

Bai Mo shook his head, ending the conversation.

"This name does not belong to you, and only one's parents and oneself can give a name."

"... I can't understand it."

Bai Mo didn't want to waste his breath on this guy, but Ortlinde's eyes dimmed. Although she was taciturn, she kept her thoughts to herself.

At the same time, she was also quite sensitive; rather, if Valkyrie was seen as a tool, then was she essentially being sidelined?

Soon, Bai Mo arrived at a palace made of ice and snow. As he entered this Disney princess-like castle, a goddess in a purple dress with long hair reaching her waist rose from her throne and opened her arms to welcome him.

"Welcome to my land! I am Skadi, the goddess of ice and snow, Skadi goddess of mountains. Warrior, and Valkyrie returning home, welcome!"

Seeing the goddess's true form was, to be honest, somewhat different from what Bai Mo had expected. Meanwhile, on the Chaldea, many people stared at the goddess with wide, twitching eyes and contorted lips.

Finally, Da Vinci posed the question that had been on most people's minds.

"Isn't that Scáthach?"