A former memory.
A former scene.
It is, of a peaceful time.
A special time that was wrapped by a certain love――――
Now it is already a far-off time.
It hasn’t been recorded into human history, however, they are memories of vague days that can be strung together as a legend.
Mt. Hindarfjall.
Despite continuously being feared as an uninhabited devil’s cave, in fact, the figure of the rose rune which brings apparent death on this mountain is already gone, nor is there fire or the shield of the gods which once protected me as I slept.
Since all of it was cleared away by my beloved Sigurd’s demon sword, Gram.
In the place where I met him that was even like the final destination of fate itself, I who possessed the functions of a goddess as the daughter of the great god, Odin, I who am just an ordinary woman, I who am Brunhild, spent days of love with my beloved him.
I am waiting impatiently for him who has merely stepped out for his morning hunts, in the shadows of a tree, while tilting my ears to the lovely chirpings of the songbirds. If it was like before, still with my previous functions that were bestowed on me by the great god, I could properly grasp what those small, charming birds were saying, but, I already don’t understand them anymore what with my body having become one of an ordinary woman’s.
Even so, I’ll offer up my thanks to them for their gentle singing voices.
After all, it’s like, I can hear their chirping voices just as if they were blessing our happiness.
I became happy.
It became fun.
Even though I should be empty in my alone time, without him.
Wait.
A standby situation?
To the me who was a Valkyrie, it was, to decline all outputs and to stay here without making the slightest movement until the time for action.
Without wishing for anything, without thinking, without feeling, I would bide my time and turn only to execute my orders.
Though it’s not like I’m shutting down all my sensory devices, me in a standby situation was in a sense just me existing.
And yet, it’s strange.
While waiting for my beloved, and recalling my slight concerns over when on earth will he coming back, I think about what kind of words of love should I tell him if he comes back, and smile at the songbirds who whisper to me as if they’re consoling me――――In this gentle period, I, feel something warm as expected.
???: “Brunhild.”
Ahh, I can hear him.
He came for me.
Again, he’s returned, to my side!
While bathing in the quiet sunlight filtering through the trees, the ultimate hero who is similarly clad in modest beads of light, the hero who defeated the greedy yet radiant evil dragon, Fafnir of Gnitaheidr, the son of Queen Hjördís and King Sigmund, Sigurd shows himself. Although I utter at his beauty with a sigh, the songbirds are flying around nearby as usual, and won’t leave to go far away. Even as he carries that shot deer on his shoulders, these children will never be vigilant around him.
For like me, they know.
That he is a righteous person, he is the noble king of warriors, and the fact that he isn’t the kind of person who would take a small life unreasonably.
Brunhild: “Welcome back.”
I, go to greet him with my best smile.
Welcome back, my darling.
My beloved Sigurd.
Thank you for the splendid game today as well.
What kind of meal should I make tonight?
Roasting it is good, but so is boiling it.
It’s also good to make meatballs with it, although it will take a bit of time.
You said that you liked the meatballs that I make, Sigurd.
No, I believe I surely know, that you mean that you don’t care what it is so long as it’s something that I make――――
Sigurd: “Today, I suddenly obtained a new awareness about us.”
Brunhild: “Fufu. An amendment, what is it?”
Sigurd: “Hm?”
What is he hesitating to tell me?
I, show a new smile and tell him, “Please tell me. Beloved. Every one of your words, is my joy. It’s definitely true for you too, right?”
Sigurd: “Yes.”
Nodding deeply straight at me, you peek into my eyes.
I’m startled.
What is it, I wonder?
As I notice, the distance between us becomes much closer.
Sigurd: “Brunhild. I’ve fallen in love again, for you, who smiles so beautifully at the songbirds.”
Brunhild: “―――――――!”
Sigurd: “It’s my seventh love at first sight.”
Brunhild: “!!!”
A sudden, new confession of love!
I thought that fire would come out of my face at this unexpected precedent.
Really! It’s so shocking, confusing, despite it being a relationship where we both already know even the rhythm of our breathing and have joined our bodies together countless times already, I’m blushing like an innocent young maiden today as well.
Even though I don’t have a fragment of a desire to forcibly behave like that, with a fever that’s excessively and steadily rising in the pits of my stomach and in the depths of my head and cheeks, I can recall my delusions which would spit flames if I were to open my mouth――――even though I haven’t been equipped with such obvious strike functions――――I hadn’t a choice but to hang my head down with my mouth still closed.
Damn it, good god, this god damn person!
Sigurd: “Excuse me.”
Before my reddened and unmovable state, he gave an honest bow, and…….
Sigurd: “Forget it. It’s an amendment. One that would be better if I had told you that I had fallen in love with you. Your figure as you were frolicking with the songbirds in the sunlight filtering through the trees, is as expected, all too exquisite. My heart took shape. My body which has never been suddenly hit no matter the enemy we faced, and which possesses natural offensive and defensive motions, shouldn’t have known about the rough timing of my trance……and yet, I truly lost myself in that moment. I understand now that it can shake our very selves, to the extent of wishing and wanting for this space and time called ‘now’ to tear itself apart. Even if you were to lose your body, or have your soul spirited away to the depths of Hel, I will most certainly reclaim you by defeating the female giant of Hel itself. Brunhild.”
He speaks as such.
Talkatively.
Despite normally very taciturn, he speaks fewer words even when we hold each other.
Oh, geez!
The person called you!