You and me under the world tree

"I killed the evil dragon but I was still so fragile. Back then..."

"He's strong!"

He didn't hear what the man in front of him said at all, so Hilda retorted word by word.

"I said: He's strong! You don't know him at all!"

Seeing that the girl in the helmet in front of him retorted so much, 'Siegfried' didn't refute anything in the end.

You know him well?You have only known each other for a month.

He wanted to say so.

But in the end, he still shook his head, and there was even a little nostalgia in his eyes.

"You can call me that."

Finally, when the name was mentioned, his eyes became sharp.

"I am the descendant of Volsung: Sigurd!"

Then, the corners of his mouth rose.

"Finally, the helmet is beautiful, girl."

Then, the red light in his eyes gradually faded.

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Loss, Shame

Finally, the tyrannical and bloodthirsty aura in Siegfried's eyes finally dissipated.

After his eyes returned to normal, he couldn't help showing a dazed look.

But before he could think about it, he felt pain all over his body. The powerlessness and pain that seemed to be pulling away his bones made him bend down.

Even, possibly because his consciousness had just recovered, he couldn't support himself all of a sudden, and his whole body went limp.

'kuang'

At the last moment, he was still supporting the pillar, and his body would not completely fall to the ground.

However, this situation is not far from a complete fall to be honest, because they are all in the same embarrassment.

"hateful……"

He raised his fist and slammed the floor fiercely.

Although in terms of temper and performance, he doesn't seem to be much better than the one who was full of sarcasm before.

But at this moment, Hilda finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not because of anything else, just because this is Siegfried.

Although in fact, Hilda has never seen Siegfried lose his composure or get angry.

When he lived in the palace, Siegfried always showed a gentle appearance.

But after all, as he himself said, he was born as a blacksmith and did not receive an orthodox royal education.

So in terms of politeness, compared to those princes Hilda had met, Siegfried was indeed worse in this respect.

But that genuine easy-going attitude is incredibly comforting.

After all, Hilda herself is also a person who likes to be more straightforward. Siegfried's attitude made her feel that she was not facing a prince or aristocrat of the XX Kingdom, but a friend who could talk.

Moreover, during Siegfried's visit to the palace, they did not encounter any bad situations.

So she has never seen him lose his composure and anger.

But even so, she knew that the man kneeling on the ground was Siegfried.

Did she know him well enough?

I don't know, anyway, he is Siegfried.

"Are you okay?" Finally, Hilda asked.

At this moment, she didn't have the heart to care about her previous petty thoughts. After all, no matter what angle she looked at, she didn't want Siegfried to have an accident.

"Maybe."

Maybe in normal times, he would reply 'it's okay' so that the other party doesn't have to worry so much.

But now, he doesn't even have such an idea.

His mind was filled with scenes from that nightmare, and for him like this, he could actually see clearly what he had done before.

Of course, that sentence was naturally heard.

"Because he is too fragile. As a fighter, he must be strong, but the result is a bit disappointing. In the northern seas that easily touch people's hearts and test his will, his heart and spirit have lost."

was completely rejected.

This is unacceptable for anyone, let alone Siegfried has been growing under the guidance of Hodder.

The word 'disappointed' is definitely hard for him to take because he doesn't want to disappoint anyone!

Not to mention the current situation!

However, he himself has no way to refute that person's words, because it is indeed true.

His heart and spirit were indeed lost at that moment.

There are too many dead people in the northern sea area, and this sea area has been shrouded in the power of the queen of death in the extreme north, those resentful spirits will drag people into the water if they are not paying attention.

What makes people feel shameful is that Siegfried has always been a strong fighter.

Of course he understood that his achievements along the way would not be possible without the help of his uncle, but after the Dragon Slaying battle, he felt that he had already understood what he wanted.

However, to be defeated on the level of spirit and heart that warriors are most proud of is naturally extremely uncomfortable for him.

So now, his somewhat out-of-control emotions are just impotent rage.

"I……"

'boom'

He raised his hand and slammed the deck.

But at the next moment, Siegfried's own hand was held down.

And when Siegfried raised his head slightly, what he saw was Hilda.

She was wearing protective gear, and the face under the helmet revealed a feminine heroism that only she possessed.

However, there was not much seriousness on that face, and there was only a kind of complicated worry mixed with it.

Because at this moment, Hilda didn't know what to say.

From small to large, she didn't really get along with many people, and the only person she had close contact with was Nanna.

But Nanna has a submissive personality. In getting along with her, Hilda has always controlled the initiative.

And when Nanna encountered some grievances and wanted to confide, her comfort was even more simple and rude.

'I'll help you beat him up now'

'If he dares to treat you badly, I'll call you'

She has always been like this, but because of this, now she doesn't know what to do.

After all, no matter what, she and Nanna basically talked about topics that only girls would talk about.

So, she just froze there, unable to say a word.

On the other hand, Siegfried couldn't help clenching his fists.

He was actually thinking more.

Because after all, he once said something to Hilda.

When instructing her to fight, he once talked about the content of actual combat, and he claimed to be a person who had experienced life and death fighting.

As a result, now, all of his terrible conditions have been seen.

no face to face...

A deep sense of shame came to his heart, which made him lower his head.

"It's not your problem."

In the end, only these words came from the ears of the soldiers who looked down at the deck.

Hilda really wasn't very good at comforting people, she was not that kind of gentle girl, so she felt inexplicably irritable at this time.

To be honest, she felt a headache.

So in the end, she didn't care about anything else, she just sat on the floor without saying anything.

Then, she pressed Siegfried's shoulders, and then let the warrior who was already a little weak in his body sit down.

After all, sitting is more comfortable than kneeling on the ground, isn't it?

Then, without saying a word.

Hilda didn't know where to start, and Siegfried didn't know what to say.

The two of them just sat on the deck of the tall ship, and they didn't say anything as the ship gradually came to a standstill.

Silent, only the cold wind blowing in my ears.

The cold wind in the northern seas has a little advantage, at least it can clear people's minds.

So in the end, Siegfried himself might have calmed down.

"Is he very strong?" Finally, Siegfried asked.

His voice can't help but reveal a dry feeling, because this question is obviously too much to ask.

Siegfried himself knew what that guy was doing.

Whether it's the control of the bloodline power of 'Furious Fury' or the control of the Holy Sword of God's Wrath, he is better than him.

so much stronger...

The gap between them is like the distance between Niflheim and Muspelheim, separated by an atrium world.

Even Hilda himself could not refute this point.

So, she nodded.

"Yes." Her Royal Highness replied.

But then she shook her head.

"However, he is much worse than you in terms of personality... Sigurd, this guy, can't see that he is alone with you."

"I'm not alone with him."

"?"

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Closer Distance

It's no wonder that Hilda felt confused, because she had never seen such a situation before.

According to normal logical thinking, she thought that Siegfried was in a situation similar to split personality or one body with two souls.

After all, no one can tell what the thin blood of the gods in the body means to a mortal.

The Volsung family was brave and good at fighting, but the final result was that all of them died badly.

As a descendant of such a race, holding the holy sword used by his father, it is normal for Siegfried to have some inexplicable curse?

After all, this kind of thing is not uncommon. For example, Siegfried shouldered the important task of revitalizing the Volsung family, so he was haunted by the souls of heroes of the past.

Well, in fact, Hilda's brain is indeed a bit big, but in this respect, she can't be blamed.

After all, apart from these, she no longer knew what was going on.

Also for this reason, after Siegfried directly denied this point, she herself fell into a state of bewilderment.

"Is he not the same as you? But he claims to be..."

"A descendant of Volsung, right?"