You and me under the world tree

At the time, they were still not Valkyries, just close friends, sisters.

Later, they were selected together, entered the ranks of the Valkyries together, flew together in the sky, watched the war happen together, and obeyed the orders of the great gods.

In a blink of an eye, a long time passed like this.

She really made too many compromises with her sisters, and even the love that should be waiting was ruined for various reasons.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

she murmured.

"what?"

For a while, Alvette couldn't hear clearly, she couldn't help asking.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the sad look of her friend.

"I feel like I've done a lot of things wrong, from decades ago..."

The sadness that was almost written on the face made Alvette's heart twitch.

The passage of time has changed the times, and the three former friends only have such a small circle of friends left.

Watching Helvetia's distressed expression, Arvette couldn't help but feel deep sadness.

Heartbroken, she reached out and held her sister in her arms.

"It's okay, Val, you did your best, really, did your best."

Chapter 43: The so-called 'results'

Under the starry night, a war horse galloped across the border plain.

If you observe it carefully, you will find that its four legs even have afterimages visible to the naked eye.

This is the descendant of Sleipnir, the eight-legged steed of the sky: Skemin.

Decades ago, it took its owner all the way from the border back to the ancient city of Yeat, and now it is almost the same route.

However, the difference is that a blacksmith named Wieland once rode this steed. He ran all the way back to Geat City in order to obtain the "Stone of Victory" passed down by Gitland's ancestors.

As for now, riding Skemin is the child of the once talented but innocent blacksmith.

However, his destination was not King Geat, but Rose City, which was closer to the border.

With Skemin's foot strength, he didn't spend much effort at all, and he arrived at the Rose City before the sky even dawned.

"I am back!"

The warrior who was almost lying on Shenjun's back just stood up straight, and he shouted.

At the same time, the guards guarding the city gate looked down.

"It's Lord Wittig!"

they shouted.

It is no secret to the Gitland warriors who volunteered to guard this place that the ex-Excalibur warriors came all the way to help Gitland.

Therefore, the soldiers also know him.

Even though the Gitland warriors might not be familiar with that half-elf's face because of their status, the silver snake armor is an extremely conspicuous symbol.

And because of his own strength, Wittig has privileges by default in this Rose City.

Calling to open the closed city gate is one of them.

"please wait."

The guard yelled.

"no need."

However, just as the guards were about to open the city gate, Wittig stopped them.

"I can come up, so I won't bother you."

Having said that, he raised his head and looked at the guards on the city wall.

"You just need to make room for me."

Then, he just reached out and patted his old partner.

"Skemin, please."

"Bah!"

In response, the pure white horse snorted.

Its four legs exerted strength, and it hurriedly stepped onto the city wall.

At such a straight angle,

As descendants of Sleipnir, mortal horses like Grani and Skemin have the ability to gallop almost regardless of the terrain.

Whether it's mountains, rivers, or even city walls.

Afterwards, Skemin climbed up in a vertical posture, directly leaping to where the original soldiers were standing.

"Ah... this is the legendary god horse?"

Staring at Skemin's tall figure, Gitland's fighters couldn't help murmuring.

Shouldn't it be the reason why no large-scale struggle has erupted in this land for a long time?

As a result, the people of Gitland have not been able to witness that kind of 'standard' hero for a long time.

Holding a magic sword and a divine sword in his hand, wearing a sophisticated battle armor, and riding a so-called divine horse that must have a blood relationship with Sleipnir.

It has been a long time since the people of Gitland have seen such an existence galloping on the battlefield with their own eyes.

As for the pitch-black steed Rips raised in the ranch of the Yeat royal family, it now shines in another area where battlefields frequently occur.

Thinking of this, the figure of that person appeared in Wittig's mind involuntarily.

That guy who is completely different from him, with an arrogant and domineering personality.

Herme Studus Ottervaldsen.

Now Gitland's steed Rips, who is also a descendant of Sleipnir, is with him.

If nothing else, he should be on the way by now.

Based on Wittig's understanding of him, it is impossible for him to sit still after learning of these things that happened in his family.

He must be here.

Thinking of this, Wittig took a deep breath.

"I'm going to see Sead now."

After looking at the soldiers again, Wittig said.

"You continue to perform your duties and obligations."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the guards couldn't help but salute him, while Wittig reached out and patted the war horse gently.

"Skemin, let's go."

Then, the pure white steed jumped down and galloped on the streets of the city.

In the past, no one could gallop on the streets no matter who they were.

But now there are no civilians in Rose City, so there is no need to abide by that rule now.

The white steed galloped forward, and soon came to the palace, and at the same time, the neighing of the steed echoed in the city, which also announced Wittig's official return.

Of course, this isn't really high-profile for the sake of high-profile.

Sometimes, such a neighing can solve a lot of troubles, such as communication and other things.

When this loud voice was heard, a shield girl belonging to His Royal Highness had already walked out of the palace.

"Lord Wittig."

Watching the silver-armored warrior who got off his horse, the shield girl stretched her hands slightly, holding up the corner of her skirt that didn't exist at all, and gave a lady's salute.

"Take care of her."

Wittig gently stroked his good partner.

"Go, I'll see you later."

Then, Skeming obediently took his own little steps and followed the shield girl away.

As for himself, he quickly stepped up the ladder.

And just as he passed by the shield girl, Sead's personal maid suddenly smelled a strange smell.

Although Wittig looked spotless on the surface due to the cleansing function of the armor itself and the washing of the rain, there was still that vague smell of blood spreading all over his body.

"Your results tonight must be very rich, right?"

After smelling the bloody smell, the shield girl asked.

In her voice, Wittig could hear a lightness of relief.

For Sead and the shield girls around him, Wittig's whereabouts are no secret, they know the purpose of his going out tonight.

It sounds unbelievable to use Skemin's feet to raid the border to investigate Norway's intelligence or something, but it is indeed something that can be done for a 'hero'.

And the smell of blood on him meant a big battle—or so the Shield Maiden thought, and his safe return must mean victory.

However, her guess was only half right.

After hearing her words, Wittig's expression was obviously a little unnatural.

It's just that the shield girl didn't seem to notice this.

As for Wittig himself, he now feels a dilemma.

What can he say?

Said that his operation tonight was a success?

No, that's not possible.

Because it's not true.

So what?

Said that he failed because of the Valkyrie's intervention?

Said that the gods would intervene in some shameless and obscene way in such a war?

And just as he was about to speak, other voices came from the side.

"Okay, Wittig must be very tired now, if you want to know the details, wait until tomorrow."

It was Sead, and now he was standing at the gate of the palace, saving Wittig from the siege.

Chapter 44: The gods also look forward and backward

It is certainly not surprising that Sead can appear here.

This was originally his territory, his palace, and Skemin's neighing was so loud before, of course he heard it too.

"Wittig."

Under the moonlight, the figure of His Highness the Prince seemed to reveal a touch of loneliness, but after seeing the calm look on his face, Wittig suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

"Although it is very late today, I still hope that you can report to me in detail about your 'battle results.'"

Did he know something?

He obviously hasn't said anything yet, but Wittig always feels as if he has revealed some serious facts.

Sead's tone sounded really too calm, so calm that it made him a little uneasy and a little uncomfortable.

For a moment, the former Excalibur Warrior seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and the whole person became a little dazed.

He just stood there, staring at Seiyad.