The Rune Seal

"You guys have a really unique way of getting along. Is that Brynhildr really a Lancer or a Berserker? And aren't you going to pull that thing off?"

Brynhildr left with Valkyrie, Bai Mo said to Sigurd somewhat irritably, Brynhildr's unbelievably large heavy spear looked like a harpoon.

"No need. With her love in my heart, my swing is even more powerful."

"Heroic Spirit are truly amazing. Just because she killed you in history, does that mean she expresses love so directly? What a crazy woman. Luckily, I didn't meet one, or I'd be a real slacker."

For a moment, Bai Mo felt that Arcueid was incredibly gentle.

"Haha, it does sometimes cause some trouble, but for me, it's also a responsibility."

"That seems like a heavy responsibility. I remember this gun being quite heavy, right?"

"My responsibility is far heavier than this. She, who once soared through the sky, became human because of my feelings. My actions undoubtedly took her out of that environment."

I pulled her from Valhalla into the human world, and made her like this. Therefore, making her happy is my inescapable responsibility. Her love, her madness, and her sister's temper—these are the troubles of the happiness I chose, and also the responsibilities I should fulfill as a man.

As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the room. Bai Mo examined the spear in his hand, but his mind was elsewhere; he was reflecting on what he had done.

"Oh, I see. That's complicated... but I can understand."

Upon hearing this, Sigurd immediately smiled and patted Bai Mo on the shoulder in a very generous manner.

"Yes, perhaps you could consider what to do after things are settled here."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Ortlinde, who was hiding furtively behind the rocks. Bai Mo shook his head and placed the spear in his hand on the shelf beside him.

"Once everything is over... we'll talk about that then. If it ends well, we'll have plenty of time to figure out what to do. But until then, let's focus on the present."

Sigurd nodded as he watched Bai Mo take out another piece of magic ore to refine.

"Yes, it's really reliable to have you as a comrade-in-arms. Hey you over there, do you suggest coming over and lending a hand?"

Ortlinde, who was called upon, glared at Sigurd with some displeasure before walking in. Upon seeing Ortlinde, Bai Mo also put down what he was doing.

After examining her, he looked at Ortlinde's eye sockets and sighed.

"I've already asked Sion to help me find some Magecraft techniques related to the soul. I'll find a way to fill that gap for you later."

"It's okay, one eye won't matter. Bai Mo, are you guys researching the Runes related to the pseudo-God's Declaration? Can I help out?"

Sigurd smiled and readily agreed, nudging Bai Mo's arm as he said:

"Please do me a favor, after all, she won't let your blood fall on the anvil, right, Bai Mo?"

"Your comparison isn't quite right..."

Bai Mo pushed him away somewhat helplessly. Upon hearing this, Ortlinde blushed slightly and glared at Sigurd, saying in a serious tone:

"No, I really want to pierce you through, Sigurd, but I can't beat you right now..."

"Alright, let's talk about the Valkyrie battle later. Ortlinde, you should remember the condition of your sisters' mechs, right? Help me measure them, and of course, the weapons that are most convenient for you should be the best."

And Skadi... well, let's drag her outside for some fresh air."

Taking the spear from Bai Mo, Ortlinde fell into a daze. Then, a strange coolness surged into her mind. In an instant, she seemed to return to the world where she had undergone the trial of the Well of Wisdom.

Muttering hesitant words, she traced them with her fingers, and an extremely intricate Runes appeared on the tip of the spear, gleaming brightly. The moment it was completed, the spear seemed to come alive, its entire body transformed, as if forged from light.

"It worked. Although it's not the same power as my father god, I replicated the pseudo-divine declaration Runes you gave me, Bai Mo. That should be enough to construct a barrier... Bai Mo, what's wrong?"

Ortlinde watched, and the latter revealed an extremely strange look in his eyes. Sigurd and Ophelia seemed to be startled by him, and a bone-chilling cold emanated from the scorching forge.

After some time, the forging room was filled with all sorts of Noble Phantasm for testing and predicting the future. After a series of checks, Bai Mo pulled a semi-transparent thread out of thin air from his ring finger.

"Put this on, let me check it."

The Thread of Fate, in the Thread of Fate world, is something that most people possess. But for Bai Mo, it was merely a tool prepared by the Greece gods to ensure the return of his soul after death.

However, the soul detection still had an effect. Ortlinde watched as Bai Mo forcefully tied the silk threads to their fingers, and then a sense of loss surged into her heart.

After Bai Mo used his perception to understand Bai Wunan's Primordial Spirit technique, he checked together and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Ortlinde's soul.

In other words, it wasn't the worst-case scenario of a soul replacement he had in mind; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him not to notice any fluctuations. Moreover, according to Sion, Odin's soul should still be inside Surtr's stomach.