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The tragic Heroic Spirit finally reaches for her lance――――
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―――――At the depths of the madness that surged like sweltering heat.
―――――The modest leftovers of my consciousness, automatically, revived an information record.
It was a memory of flames.
There were others that were Indescribable somehow.
Since it was the beginning and end of the individual called me Brunhilde lying together with the flames.
Although I always felt like I was being captured, bound and punished, actually at that point I was melting from right inside of myself, bursting into flames, I think it was like my last moments when I realized everything was being burned.
At least, I hadn’t understood one thing at the time of my awakening.
I who continued to provide the many souls for Ragnarok while carrying them into the noble hall, bestowing victory on them occasionally, whilst continuing to guide the souls of heroes as one of the lord’s Valkyries since ancient times, had my way of life changed ――――at this time.
No it was more correct to say that I had changed.
I supported the young warrior Agnar in the country of the Goths, by defeating the old Hjalmgunnar who should’ve been promised victory due to being blessed by the god Odin.
My father God calmly dealt with this betrayal.
He stole many of my divinities from me, bestowing on me the pale rune of punishment that put me into a suspended state which resembled death, in a circle of flames situated on the summit of Mt. Hindarfjall, an inhuman devil cave, I was enclosed in a “hall of flames” that brought flames that reached the heavens.
The apparent death effect brought by the pale punishing, thorn rune was absolute.
I slept.
In the eternal un-vanishing flames.
I waited.
For a mere possibility predicted by my father, of my destined hero who’d awaken me from my sleep and tell me of his love.
Love
A hero.
Ah, I had resolved myself that such things would never come to me.
In the flames where no one is allowed to enter, I, realized that I had no choice but to continue to lie down like a corpse until that time when the world ended by Fenrir’s and Surt’s fury.
But.
That person came.
The child of Hjordis, daughter of King Eylimi, and Sigmund, King of Frakkland.
Power, intellect, he excelled the most even among his brothers who spoke of him as an unparalleled hero who far surpassed the others in all of his abilities and skills, a man who is praised by all of the people including the people that excelled at magic but not only magic as being “the king of noble warriors that excels more than anyone.”
A swordsman that personally revived the cursed sword Gram obtained by his father, King Sigmund through Barnstokkr.
A human who became the everlasting friend of Grani a descendant of Sleipnir.
A long time military man of valour who accomplished his revenge for his king and father, by defeating the armies that joined King Hunding.
A hero who defeated the shining, greedy Fafnir of Gnitaheidr unabated.
The ultimate person who had obtained the wisdom of the gods and invincible power, by eating the dragon’s heart.
A being who wasn’t a person who stood in line with the earth.
A person who continued to stand gallantly, without disdaining his enemy by showing his back to them, without being frugal with gold, and being strict with himself more than anyone, and was more proud-hearted than all of the successive generations of kings in each land.
And you who extended your hand to mine, with too much great courage.
――――Sigurd.
My one and only hero.
You came to the “hall of flames” despite knowing all about it.
You proceeded without hesitation to Mt Hindarfjall、and entered the “hall of flames” by immediately tearing through the walls compiled with the shields of the gods.
I remember.
Ah, I remember, even if I had dozed off into a deathly sleep brought by my father for example.
Even now.
Even now.
I can clearly see your daring gaze.
Lied out in the centre of the burning hall, I who ascended into an eternal sleep…….
The mythril armour that perfectly clung to this body, you understood the significance of it in that moment.
You wielded the cursed sword.
And you cut me.
Without even showing a bit of a wavering manner, you wielded it whilst wafting an icy presence that resembled frost heaving.
You skilfully cut through, not just the shackles that no longer bound this body, but the mythril armour that had absorbed the thorn rune as it changed into the last curse of god.
In an instant without being tense or eager, you sliced off the mythril, it was a great achievement that could never be completely granted by a human’s strength and skill.
Just after that, I awoke.
The air, the heat, the purity, the sediments, as I felt many of the things brought by the fire and ice in this body for the first time――――
I wasn’t a Valkyrie anymore, I had completely changed into a human that possessed a perfect body, while exposing my still born figure, and I opened my eyes, and looked straight at you, a being who I witnessed for the first time with these eyes as a substance.
Lancer: “I remembered you in my sleep………wearing the invincible helmet of Fafnir, carrying the dragon slayer Gram in one hand, whilst obtaining the wisdom and unparalleled power that came with the dragon’s heart……you came to this cursed place, the child of King Sigmund, are you Lord Sigurd?”
I said as such.
It wasn’t my oracle as a daughter of god.
It was the first moment when I spoke from my lips, spinning it with my tongue, my own throat trembling.
Lancer: “Why?”
I asked him.
Lancer: “You should have known. If you happened upon me by chance, then a future of ruin awaits you……”
Sigurd: “Yes. I’ve already heard this prophecy from King Gripir.”
Lan cer: “Then, why?”
Sigurd: “Love is unnecessary on my path. Feelings are useless. I will continue until I carry out what I must do.”
What were you saying, to be frank?
I couldn’t really understand him.
The man who had good looking features like an ice sculpture.
Or rather, the knight that had a calm expression like he was a demon that was born from a glacier.
Did his brisk tone resemble Hjordis or King Sigmund, or did it resemble his blacksmith teacher, the Dvergr Regin who was even more of a wicked strategist than his parents, or, I thought faintly that his form and nature were probably handed down to him from some much distant ancestor, as I thought this, I looked at those honest eyes of his.
I was fascinated by them.
Your form majestically, stood not trembling a bit, before me with my still exposed naked form.
To my Valkyrie body that was said to be able to automatically always attract heroes, I couldn’t see any emotions whatsoever, his solid soul that was said to able to release words rationally like this――――wasn’t very nice but crude, and the colour of his gentle eyes gave the impression of a good item to honour gratitude with.
A short time later, I questioned him again opening my lips.
I thought about whether there was an interval between the mere later moments, but it might’ve taken the length of an entire night.
Lancer: “Then, you’re……opposing the prophecy. Despite saving me, you won’t love me.”
It was according to the prophecy spoken by King Gripir, a wise sage who was the son of Eylimi who was Hjordis’s younger brother.
That Sigurd would awaken the war maiden sleeping on the mountain.
The pair would fall in love, and know love.
The war maiden would bestow on Sigurd much knowledge including the runes.
The war maiden, in other words Brunhilde would come to steal everything from Sigurd one day.
If I were to speak of the synopsis in this manner.
The details, were nothing but done with great care.
The prophecy that King Gripir the wise king spoke about was beyond compare in its detail, the many glorious chivalrous deeds that came just by us meeting by chance would disappear with the dew, and if we welcomed our gory yet heartbreaking final moments, you would surely know it.
Even so to have appeared in this “hall of flames like this, ahh, I see.
He had decided that he wouldn’t love me――――
If so, then surely…….
It must be a matter of course to behave just as dignified as this.
Lancer: “I’m so glad.”
I took a sigh of relief.
And at the same time, tears amassed in my eyes like a human young woman who had her heart broken after she separated from her sweetheart.
This hero saved me, but he cannot love me.
It wasn’t like I was expecting something, rather, though I knew well enough that it’d beckon the spread of many disasters as a result of us crossing paths, this truth had just been told to me with an “I won’t love you” now before my eyes.
Was I miserably seeking the man’s existence as he restrained himself?
Or.
With just a glance, had we fallen in love……..just be looking at each other?
It was a moment where I questioned myself.
You said it.
Sigurd: “I agree. We should oppose the wise sage’s prophecy. Despite saving the maiden from the hall that had scattered these eternal flames, I believe that it is impossible to love you. But――――”
You, were still staring at me.
You, extended your right hand to me.
Sigurd: “I can probably say that it was love at first sight.”
His icy expression, which I thought was harder than my mythril armour.
At that time.
Had become something completely different.
――――With one smile.
You, pierced me through the centre of myself, Sigurd.
We fell in love.
You continued to fight not knowing your mother’s love, not knowing your father’s love, not knowing of god’s love.
I who conducted myself as an automatic being that continued to run according to God’s inclinations.
We who didn’t know what love was, knew how love had started here.
It was like, I thought that the colours of the world had changed.
Everything, from that moment of this meeting――――
While I was hallucinating whether it was the creation of all things as time reversed.
The chirping birds that told of coming of morning, the mother deer cuddling up to her child, the plants which stretched strongly producing fruit, the flowers blooming on that spring day, the flowing thawing water, the blades of the fighting warriors, the women who awaited the return of their men, the steel being tempered by the heat, the sun rising into the sky, the starry sky shining in the night……but whether everything was being built up into something I understood.
You said that I was over exaggerating.
But I struck back with a serious look that said, “That’s not true.”
The hall of flames had disappeared, transforming into a hall of rendezvous where it was impossible for others to reach there.
I told you all of my knowledge including the rune of origin, and you broke my heart like you had lived for too long because of our tragic blood soaked destiny that had appeared after this point.
We hunted for mountain prey in the morning, worked as a teacher in the afternoon, and ate meat while drinking alcohol together at night, and indulging in all of the mutual goodness of it saying that it was necessary at the end of the day.
I was madly in love, madly in love.
It was my growth as a human, my decisive damaged function as a Valkyrie.
You gave me everything.
You taught me who didn’t have any experience whatsoever at being human, and who was like a newborn baby, many kinds of love,
And then.
――――We weren’t bound together in marriage.
The honeymoon didn’t continue for long.
You who had descended the mountain to continue your hero’s journey, had finally――――
Completely forgotten about me.
By the power brought by a terrifying, detestable, lamentable, and fearsome magical drug,
You, were wedded to a woman that wasn’t me.
That woman used her schemes, to marry me, to another man, Gunnar who wasn’t you,
I hated it.
Hated it.
Hated it.
Stop!
I don’t want to remember.
On that day, at that time, you said in an icy voice to me, who was crying before you that you had come to return to my side.
He was in a state where he was still turned into Gunnar, due to the power of the rune that I told him about.
Sigurd: “Hear my voice Maiden Brunhilde. Accept my marriage proposal.”
You didn’t understand the reason for my tears.
Because, you had completely forgotten about everything.
But I remembered.
I, remembered all of my days of love with you, and even if you had changed your form with magic for example, Sigurd wasn’t the only Sigurd for me.
This pain filled act in exchange for his marriage proposal in Gunnar’s form, I, thought that it was the Sigurd from that day again telling me of his love for me.
No, no.
You, had already sensed that you couldn’t marry me, thus……
You believed that you weren’t permitted to push aside our cursed destiny.
I nodded.
Lancer: “I have received your words. But…..”
I would only recognise the marriage if I lost in a fight with our swords, the rest that was said was sophistry.
I would lose to, you who were the dragon slayer, you who were a descendent of god, you who inherited all of the combat skills provided by this body, as I had no reason whatsoever to win.
I was defeated by you who persisted in dressing up as Gunnar, and then it progressed to conducting my marriage ceremony to that cowardly Gunnar.
Ahh, again with our pre-ordained prophecy.
Our blood-soaked tragedy――――
No, I did nothing but accept the arrival of that tragic event.
It was like the giants and the earth gods that couldn’t be allowed to avoid their final battle.
――――It was unforgivable.
I, no matter what…..
No matter what…..
No matter what…..
Your love that I lost?
The other woman who devoted her love to you?
Gunnar’s love to me?
I who expressed my godly insanity from an explosion of severe emotions, was just, intently infuriated.
I killed him.
I killed him.
I killed him.
At the beginning of my madness, I had killed you by slicing you right in half.
Although I felt like letting the pure Gudrun do it too, in the end, I had done it.
Since I didn’t know whether someone had tampered with your memories, since I wasn’t sure if that someone was an extremely evil person, again, I wiped out all of your wife’s family and followers.
Although I strived to kill warriors as much as possible, I might’ve, laid my hands on women and children by some chance.
I made the “hall of flames” again, with the fiery prana overflowing from right inside of my body.
In the midst of the flames I shouted like this, thrusting the blade into my very being.
Lancer: “The man who I love, is just Sigurd. There is no other. No one, no one, no one, no one, there is no one good enough to touch my body except for him.”
――――While red tears were flowing down.
――――I started and ended in flames, it was, all of my blazing flames.
Originally Posted by rxrx
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