Taking flight again

"Without a doubt, it's a sign of dragonification. As of now, it's unclear whether a dragon tail or wings will grow later. However, the strength of this Dragon Kind bloodline is truly astonishing; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's the strongest form I've ever seen."

Da Vinci put away his magnifying glass and defined Ortlinde's current state. Those jet-black dragon horns and golden vertical pupils were undoubtedly characteristic of Nidhogg.

Upon hearing this, Ortlinde lowered her head, looking somewhat dejected, and desperately tried to cover herself with the hood of her swan-themed dress.

"Oh my god, how could this happen... Not only are there horns, but wings and a tail are growing from them too? No... Why is this happening? Will I turn into a dragon in the end?"

Ortlinde murmured weakly, but the next moment, sharp dragon horns ripped open the hood of her swan gown. She curled up like an ugly duckling, trying to bury her head in it to escape the reality.

"Well, I can't say for sure. After all, the only known reference is Mr. Siegfried of Chaldea, but he is, after all, Heroic Spirit. So, we'll have to observe to know what will happen in the end."

"There's nothing to be sad about. Your sisters aren't extreme racists. And isn't this proof of your bravery?"

Bai Mo gently patted her shoulder from behind and helped her up.

Her condition is traceable. In the legend of Siegfried, Siegfried, who killed Fafnir, was bathed in dragon blood and gained an indestructible body, but in the end, because of a linden leaf, his back became his weakness.

"You have absolutely no weaknesses, after all, you pierced Nidhogg's dragon heart directly, and your entire body is bathed in dragon blood. Both the execution and the quality are far superior."

At the last moment, Ortlinde used Gungnir to sever Nidhogg's last breath, causing the dragon's blood to flutter, and Ortlinde, above it, was naturally soaked in its blood.

"It looks much sturdier than before, and on the bright side, it's at least considerably taller."

Although most of her height is made up of dragon horns, it does make Ortlinde's body look quite different from before.

"I'm not happy at all. I hope my sisters won't think I'm weird."

"No, I can assure you. You might be a little curious, but Ortlinde, you're the pride of the Valkyrie." Brynhildr stroked her hair, her words full of affection.

"Pride and such..."

"Don't deny it, it's undeniable. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to keep Nidhogg. If that guy had run away, who knows how many people he would have gone and wreaked havoc on."

So, holding your head high and barging in under those circumstances takes undeniable courage. As for the tail and such, don't worry, I'll introduce you to some friends later and let them see; nothing will happen."

Bai Mo's words always gave her a sense of security, and seeing this, Ortlinde stopped worrying about the dragon horns on her head. Bai Mo put the large wine jug in his hand into her room. It was a medicinal wine he had mixed, but the liquid had been changed to Ortlinde's favorite mead.

Originally intended for visiting patients, Ortlinde is now as strong as a bull.

"Oh, right, besides these things, there's this... and that, be careful." Ortlinde stretched out her hand, and the next moment, brilliant light surged from her palm. Everything around seemed to distort, the floor groaned, as if it would be reduced to ashes at any moment.

Magnetic Field Rotation – 920,000 horsepower!

Bai Mo reached out and dispersed the power that Ortlinde had gathered. This time, he was indeed somewhat surprised.

"Is this the power that Lord Odin and the others, along with Bai Mo, possessed before?"

"Yes, this is a force known as Magnetic Field Rotation. However, your situation is different from ours. The Root of Magnetic Field Power is the Primordial Spirit, and your power originates from Nidhogg's soul."

"Huh? Why? I shouldn't have anything to do with that evil dragon, right?"

Bai Mo shrugged helplessly and said, "Just like I said before, the Root of Magnetic Field Power is the Primordial Spirit. Ortlinde, it seems you've been so flustered by this accident that you've forgotten what happened before..."

Bai Mo pointed to his right eye, and Ortlinde immediately understood.

Once within the Well of Wisdom, Ortlinde made a deal with Well of Wisdom, exchanging one of her own eyes for Odin 'Eye of Odin Eye of Odin. It was a separation at the soul level, and thus, a piece of Ortlinde's soul was missing.

This gap has now been filled by Nidhogg's soul. That's why she now possesses the power of 920,000 horses.

"Will it come out and affect me? What if it poses a threat again...?"

"With me here, what you're worried about won't happen, and..."

Bai Mo's words were calm, as if he were describing tomorrow's weather. He gently touched the dragon horns, giving him a look that said, "You can rest assured."

"For that creature, you are its last chance to fly. Its last chance to break free from its own constraints and take flight. It won't do anything foolish. Come back to me, and I'll teach you how to use this power."

Feeling the warmth emanating from the dragon horns, Ortlinde felt both comforted and inexplicably itchy. Confirming her well-being, Brynhildr entrusted her with the task of exploring present-day Northern Europe.

Stepping out of the house, Ortlinde took Gullfaxi's hand. The magnificent horse was slightly taken aback when it saw her, but still gently nuzzled her with its head.

"Alright, let's go. Bai Mo, where should we go first?"

"Go to the Well of Wisdom. Mimir and Jormungandr be there. Da Vinci, Ophelia, follow me."

The divine steed took off on all fours, soaring through the sky and overlooking the magnificent world below. Ortlinde felt her heart pounding with joy as she flew.

She loosened the reins, facing the wind, stepping on the clouds, experiencing this completely different feeling of flying. On the vibrant Daichi, everything seemed to say: everything was in the past; this was a new beginning...

In a remote South American Lostbelt, inside a Maya pyramid unnoticed by anyone, Tezcatlipoca, dressed casually in home clothes, sits in a chair watching a screen and downs a glass of strong liquor with great gusto.

"How about it, Daybit? I told you this guy was reliable. This battle isn't like those Russia remnants. Although we can't see what's going on inside, there are already two Lostbelt over there, right?"

Behind him, a stiff-faced man nodded in agreement with Tezcatlipoca's words.

"That's true, and judging from his actions and words, he seems to have resolved Marisbury's troubles, although for some reason the plan that should have stopped seems to have moved into the shadows."

But in that case, the plan to awaken the ORT would be somewhat unnecessary.

The man named Daybit seemed to be contemplating his next move, but the next moment Tezcatlipoca seemed to cheer, or perhaps express gratitude for something.

Daybit turned his gaze and immediately noticed lines of text that seemed to be jumping around on the edge of the screen.

"What is that? Tezcatlipoca?"

"This seems to be what's called 'bullet comments' in the Pan-Human History. Isn't it interesting? It's really convenient to be able to communicate directly like this."

"Comments... Are you streaming live?"

"What else? Human Order's control renders other observation methods either useless, or all we'll see is your junior girl wielding a Great Saber and battling a fire giant. This is a unique source; the Throne of Heroes of Pan-Human History will have to rely on me to understand these things."

And this thing is really profitable! The amount of money donated just now has reached an incredible level.

Oh my, thanks to the [God of Tricks] for the gift, Daybit. Look at my top-ranked brother Loki, he's really generous. Don't worry, whether you cheated or stole it, I'll take it all.

Daybit slapped himself in the face and sighed:

"It's best not to expose him. Even with Human Order cover, minimizing his exposure is always good."

"Don't worry, this is my Underworld now, so naturally I won't let anyone else in this world know. Otherwise, if that foolish hummingbird found out that there's a place that can protect her city, she'd probably fly out like a Stinger missile."

I can't allow that guy to interrupt this battle, and besides, do you really think that guy's "heart's desire" is just a figurehead?

Instead of dealing with my affairs, you should investigate more about the reasons for Chaldeas's disappearance.

"I know that even making a commotion to attract the attention of the guy behind the scenes can serve as cover."