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A subspecies Holy Grail War.

The chance meeting between two Heroic Spirits spins as its

prequel--------

The story begins to turn.

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FATE: LOST EINHERJAR
ASLAUG OF THE AURORA
PROLOGUE
Written by: Hikaru Sakurai
Illustration by: Shirow Miwa
Translated by: PhoenixRising
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ENDNOTES
i Seiðr: Means “Seer” in the ancient Norse language. It also refers
to divination magic.
ii They use the term “人怪” to describe the creature. So I’ve just
left it as “apparition” instead of “human apparition” or “human
monster” because it was already mentioned to be an humanoid
apparition.
iii Berserker: Mad Warrior
iv Lucky Strike: American cigarettes brand
v HQ Stage: Conductor’s stage
vi The nine realms of Yggdrasil:
1. Álfheimr: Alfheim, the home of the light elves;
2. Ásgarðr: Asgard, the realm of the gods;
3. Helheim: the realm of the dead. Also known as Hel;
4. Jötunheimr: Jötunheim, the realm of giants;
5. Miðgarðr: Midgard, the realm of humans;
6. Múspellsheimr: Muspelheim, the realm of fire and home
to the fire giants including Surtr.
7. Niflheimr: Nilfheim, the realm of ice and mist.
8. Niðavellir: the dark realm of the dwarves. Also called
Svartálfar or Svartalfheim; and
9. Vanaheimr: Vanaheim, the home of the Vanir.
vii Brá = Captive or prisoner in old Norse
viii Kráka means “Crow” or “Raven” in the Norse language.
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The number is 220Volt’s “Walking in Starlight.”

(Continues in the novel)
The performance is powerful, and seems to be a question of
the Seiðr prophetsi that were thrown into the beyond.

The man sways his body happily as he listens to the rhythm of

Scandinavian heavy metal that echoes through his wireless
earphones that are wirelessly connected to the latest iPod nano.

His height is about two metres.

The guitar case hanging from his shoulder is small.

He was a tall, bulky, muscular and strong man.

Scars on his forehead and black warpaint around his eyes. His
short-trimmed iron hair looks great on him.

The capital of Norway, Oslo. At the Ark bookstore near the

national Parliament building. Despite being indoors and despite
being in Scandinavia in February, where the average minimum
temperature reaches minus five degrees Celsius, the man wears a
leather jacket over his bare skin and opens his chest wide so as to
boldly show off his chest.

And yet, it doesn’t even make the onlookers feel a shred of

cold.

It made them have the misapprehension that the cold wouldn’t

hurt him.
The man is still swaying even while browsing through a
Scandinavian tourism guide book in a corner of the bookstore.
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A young child is looking up at his appearance. He opened his “It’s not Kráka!”
mouth wide while still holding onto the hands of his mother who She reflexively shouted.
was wondering whether to add a cooking magazine next to the
regularly published childcare and mail-order magazines she had She doesn’t know what this man is saying? King of the
chosen, and then looked up at the man’s huge body for two Vikings? Take her as his wife?
seconds. Three seconds. On the fourth second, he glanced at a She was confused. The girl shouts without knowing what she
picture book of a boy wearing a horned steel helmet, and on the should say or do.
fifth, he said a few words.
“My name is not Krákaviii!”
“Mister, are you a Viking?”
The remnants of her resentment that rapidly disperses, her
“So you know?” the man gives off a broad smile. curiosity that rises up one after another with excitement and does
His way of showing his white teeth had an exceptional not stop, her premonition that her days of just managing the inn
innocent impression to it. The young mother who noticed her and the forest may have changed drastically, it was all messily
child’s voice looked back, immediately after that, she watched blending in and swirling like a flame in the back of her heart.
him with fascination for only a mere moment, she then re- The girl doesn’t notice.
composed herself with some self-control and said, “Oh, I’m sorry
The man gulps, in his blue eyes which have begun to emit a
for my child’s rudeness,” she then looks at his arm that seems to be
strong light.
as thick as waist and said, “Could you be an athlete? Or a heavy metal
rocker?” It was a sight that convinced him that the girl was his destiny
―――
“Haha. Didn’t ya lad say it.”
The girl shouts still unaware. To the real future king who will
Looking down with eyes the same colour as the Fjord that
be spoken of in later legends.
reflects back the sunlight, he says.
“Ahh, I’m a Viking.”
“I am Aslaug.
The daughter of the dragon slayer Sigurd and the Valkyrja
Brynhildr, Aslaug!”
He couldn’t find his own kind.
It’s not about the heavy metal and it’s not about the warpaint
drawn and tattooed around his eyes. ――――

He had no exposed skin to speak of and it is a matter of how

things are. “Fate: Lost Einherjar Aslaug of the Aurora”
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As for herself, it didn’t feel so bad.
She was not very happy to be told by a man who should have
been in a good mood thinking ‘It’s so easy to get her naked, or, I
should hurry and make a ruckus about how she couldn’t be dressed or
undressed,’ but he was praising her with so many words, like
“You’re beautiful,” “Smart” or “Courageous,” she was feeling
terrible. It was not especially good, but it’s not bad.
“S-so, you can fly in the sky?”
“……Yeah.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen a woman flying the sky.”
The man shows his teeth and laughs. It was a smile like a
cheerful child.
Perhaps, he wasn’t picking a fight with her because he was
thinking bad things.
It was a smile that made her think of that and a smile as if the
warmth of a sunny spot was given off from his face.
The mana arrow nocked on the bow trembles a little.
The murderous intent that should have swelled up and bursted
inside her, sways and fades away.
Straight after that.
The man shouts with all his heart.
The girl's eardrum shakes violently.
“I want you! Kráka!
I Ragnar Lodbrok―――the future Viking king, Ragnar will
take you as my wife!”
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‘―――Pretty much everyone here is a proper human.’
Leaving the bookstore, the man tilts his head inwardly while
walking down the less crowded main street.
He didn’t feel any sort of power in the people passing by him.
Men and women, children and young people, the middle-aged
and the elderly, all of them were the same. He doesn’t feel the
power to take, to acquire, to devour. There is almost no savage
power to fight, to kill, to survive in any kind of environment in
them. It’s too weak, if not completely absent. Perhaps they are
peasants and fishermen who have no weapons. For that matter,
every one of them has a fine ruddy complexion.
The same is true for that earlier mother and child.
Gentle, full of gaps, and even smiling at strangers.
This modern city called Oslo. If it is truly a city full of
peasants and fishermen with no savagery, then it’s gonna be a
little problematic for him. Or so the man thinks.
The idea turned into conviction when he discovered the
policemen standing across from him at the intersection.
‘―――What’ve we got here. Their weapons are small. I’ve no
intention of killing you, so what’s going on here?’
Calmness is a virtue and being full of holes is a sign of
abundance.
However, that alone is dangerous when his own kind appears.
Meaning―――
“Something isn’t right.”
He stops in his tracks. There is something that feels like an
electric shock on his bare chest. Oh, it is his kin.
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It may be a little different from his exact kind, but it was close
enough. He can clearly feel their mana.
“You’ve got good intuition.”
Leaving only his voice, the man dodges. He easily runs
through the city of Oslo without hesitation, enters an unpopular
alley and takes a breather. Due to the quietness that was peculiar
from the hustle and bustle of downtown, the performance that
reaches him from his earphones reverberates remarkably loud.
It’s not bad. This thing called heavy metal really pumps him up.
Feeling that way, the man resists raising the corners of his mouth.
Who was it that told him, “Licking your lips in front of prey is a
second-class gesture”?
He switches off his iPod nano and takes out his earphones.
At the same time he turns around, something smacks his
eyes―――
Straight after a Japanese Sedan races past the alley, it appears.
It was a strange being.
A humanoid apparition woven in shadows. Its long long hair
likely reached the ground.
The apparition which seems to reach a height of three metres
which even surpasses the tall bulky figure of the iron-haired man,
is wearing the wind. It seems as if the strong wind is being
released as a kind of bounded field. Its atmospheric pressure blows
at the man. But the man does not care as it is not enough to make
his feet shake and says,
“Wooh, it’s so refreshing,”
As he tries to call to his unidentifiable foe.
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Kicking the man’s chest as she was, the girl flies away into the
air. She was literally flying. The forces and the laws of nature
which will later be described as gravity and attraction will never
bind the body of a girl with her godsent gifts. Vibrantly, she flies
in the air. As light as a feather, the girl flies in the sky and
expands her relative distance to the man.
And then, she prepares her mythril bow which had
transformed from the lance, and draws her mana arrow―――
“Kráka!”
He calls her by her fake name.
Instinctively, the girl suddenly stopped her hand which was
supposed to release the arrow.
‘―――Huh? Why did my hand stop?’
‘――― It doesn't make sense to listen to the words of a person I’m
about to kill.’
“T-that! Was my bad!”
The man was shouting something.
That’s it, it’s his bad. Of course it was his bad. Whatever he
says now is too late.
“Umm, you see. I heard from my buddy Bragi that there was a
ridiculously cherished princess……and I wanted to test you. I
know just by looking at you that you’re beautiful. But I thought
you couldn’t understand the wisdom and courage to try it. So,
that’s why I forced those unreasonable tasks on you. I made a
mistake. You are smart and courageous without having to try.”
“…………”
What is he saying? This man….
Perhaps he is complimenting her?
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was virtually naked and in other words, was in the middle of
feeling the height of shame. In front of the flames of her
indignation, she thought that shame etc. was meaningless, though
she was naïve. It is embarrassing. This was truly embarrassing.
Even if this is the guy she was going to kill, being seen like
this is embarrassing.
“Kráka? I can’t believe it; you actually did all of my
unreasonable……”
“Can it!”
It was just annoying being told something.
It was a stable voice that resounded farther than she had
imagined, but that did not matter.
Her voice and words were all harvested in her throat.
In that instance, the girl soared up higher and higher. While
deploying her mythril lance that had been shrunk to its minimum
state, she spins and turns her body sideways, while gaining
momentum in its centrifugal force―――she will direct a mow
down lance attack with the full weight of her body at the man and
strike him with it!
“……!”
She accepted it was risk. But it is not just that. She was
clutching the lance in her right hand.
No good, she cannot run away.
She thought his empty right hand was approaching the girl,
but……he did not approach her. At the same time, the wolf barked.
Perhaps he was wary, the man had a hesitant look on his face.
Now’s her chance. She smacks the man’s wrist with a pang,
relaxes the power in her fingers by only half a breath and
separates herself from her lance.
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It is a Slavic monster that was just summoned a moment ago,
but the man does not know that.
However, he does understands its essence. It is an enemy. Its
overflowing murderous intent was really familiar.
The man calms and begins to ready himself. He slips his
trophy out of the guitar case on his shoulder.
It is not a gun. Nor a sword either. A heavy lump of
iron―――an axe with a sharp blade, while tearing through the
Scandinavian winter air, he turns it with a flick of his wrist and
strikes the shadow apparition.
The meaning of the action is really simple.
In short, you. Are now―――
“Kii.”
The apparition gave one squealing cry instead of a reply and
moved.
Not on the ground―――it dashed along the wall. With a fist
movement that ignores gravity. It runs through the alley space
while maintaining a tremendous initial velocity of over 500
kilometers per hour.
It’s not a straight line, but an at-random trajectory, that of a
highly skilled lethal weapon.
Its sharp claws make a jarring noise as it approaches while
scraping the walls. Its ultra-sharp claws which cannot be
captured as visual information will easily cut through flesh and
bones. The strong wind that coils around it is a shield that
protects the apparition, so he cannot take the initiative to pierce
through the gale. Yes, if he was a human.
But. He grabbed it.
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He approaches it at super-high speed. And grabs the
apparition’s arm with the sharp claws―――
Piercing through the protection of the strong winds, he
grabbed the man’s left arm with a force reminiscent of a vise.
If it had a mouth, the apparition might have said “Eh?”
Instead, it tilts its head deeply and squeaks.
“Kii?”
He casts a shadow on the head of the apparition.
It was a dark black shadow cast by an axe swung up high.
At times, it is common sense in the area of mages unknown to
public society that ancient mystics such as a being that surpasses
human wisdom are shattered only by the mysteries that surpass
them.
As one can see, apparitions are not ordinary beings, and are
probably similar to ancient mystics.
If that’s true, then does the man’s lump of iron, does his
heavy, but sharp axe that does not lead to an apparition?
It’s faster to see than to speak, spell and sing.
Now, brothers and sisters take a careful look at this.
An axe handle that can be clenched tightly.
His biceps swelling.
His thick blood vessels emerging.
He’s not even trying to avoid the apparition. What does he do
with the heavy lump of iron? In the moment when the invisible
figure composed of countless thin shadows is distorted by the
scornful laughter of stupid human powerlessness.
“Odin!!”
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“What’s with this Viking?”
A flame blazes within the girl.
Is it the blood of her mother who even the girl herself doesn’t
know? Or is it a coincidence?
‘―――I’ll absolutely kill him.’
‘―――Don’t make a tearful face for that Viking jerk.’
And then on the promised day, at the promised time.
The girl never declined the offer of the man called Ragnar.
To be more specific, the actions taken by the girl in response
to the unreasonable demands or rather penance were―――
She came to the hill overlooking the ocean, with her wolf
friend, wearing something like a garment manufactured from fish
nets, while chewing on an onion instead of meat, fish or bread.
Sure enough, the Viking man in question was there.
She knew it was him with a glance, as he was the big man
looking up.
He was considerably taller, bulkier, stronger and more
muscular than the girl.
His iron-coloured hair which was trimmed short so it didn’t
interfere with the fighting is gallant. Is the black pattern on his
face, tattooed or make-up?
He was younger than she imagined and he was a virile young
man, but that had nothing to do with the girl.
No matter how he looks, he was the one who picked a fight
with her. She was already in a state of barely hiding her body by
cutting her one good pair of clothes and affixing her fish net here
and there to cover her, and she didn’t want to admit it, but she
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“Huh?”
“This is actually my penance,” the poet said with a difficult
face, “If you are able to clear all of the conditions, it will passed
down to my people as a great feat. Through my poem.”
‘―――Hmph, I see.’
‘―――Alright. It’s settled, I’ll kill that Viking jerk!’
Dressed, but not dressed?
In the moment she heard those conditions, the girl was almost
murderously angry.
She lived slowly. She didn’t plan on wanting much and she
didn’t aim for anything in particular. Even so, each and every one
of her daily frustrations may have been small, but as a result of
piling, piling, piling them all up, the girl’s frustration had risen to
its peak.
Coming there, with unreasonable demands from a stranger.
How about he gets “neither dressed or undressed”!
In the first place, she was infuriated at proposition thrown
from above, “If I can’t come dressed or undressed, then I can’t even be
naked.” She doesn’t know this Viking warrior or whatever, but she
really doesn’t know what that means, but it is kind of weird for
him to think that if he asks me to do it, I’d be naked without
resistance. But what about this? Will this 9th century child be
happily willing to obey that Viking? Then should she obey him?
“No way.”
The girl was muttering alone, after the poet left with a
refreshing smile.
The wolf miserably whines at her feet, but her anger doesn’t
subside.
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The roar from the mouth of the wide-opened man is a spirited
voice like a loud scream and the name of an old god.
And then, the steel axe is swung down.
―――――It slices it in two!
The strong axe flashes and completely pulverizes it.
It is nonsensical for a mere shadow monster to rival a lump of
iron swung by a ferocious hero risking his life!
“Haaa!”
The man’s further voice crushes the apparition’s hearing
mechanism which had been divided into two, as a crack run
downs its head.
Regardless of the mission he was entrusted with or how he
appeared here, the apparition which is now completely in two
parts is not so lucky. In modern Scandinavia, if it is a world with
mysteries, then there is no one who can compete with beings that
dwell in mysteries, especially barbaric ones who do not show the
pretence of chanting magecraft, he’ll just haughtily pull out its
brain and crush it.
In the middle of being crushed to bits by his axe attacks and
spirited voiced, the apparition watches.
Who is this man―――
He is the real genuine deal.
He was a Viking and a Berserkeriii who arrived into this
modern era from the past.
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The axe that smashed the apparition hit the paved road
directly, without sacrificing any of its marvellous destructive
power and speed. The culmination of deadly will and simple
violence which he put into saying the ancient god’s name.
instantly scorches the fifteen-centimetre-thick asphalt and leaves
very deep scars into the alleys of Oslo itself.
The spellcaster who released that apparition must reassess his
valuation of this man.
An embodiment of a time when the battle and death of
washing blood with blood was a mystery received from the
heavens.
The power that never disappears while being driven away
from the world like a shadow by the lights and advancement of
civilization.
Overcoming all challenges with a single axe, savage yet fierce,
with valour and bravery.
A hero who crosses the sea and controls the land.
He is one of the strongest and most magnificent warriors that
can be likened to a bear, one of the strongest creatures in
Northern Europe.
His name is Ragnar Lodbrok.
He is one of the brave Viking kings spoken of in legend.
“It was weaker than I expected.”
He returns the crudely wiped axe to the guitar case, pulls the
zipper up and places it on his shoulder.
But first, a puff for his victory. Ragnar searches the pouch in
his leather jacket, takes out a box of Lucky Strikeiv cigarettes, and
takes one out as he lights it with his Zippo lighter. He takes a big
breathe and sucks, sucks on it, before he brilliantly spits out
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didn’t want much and lived slowly without aiming for anything
in particular.
Then on one such day―――
She had boldly picked it since midday. Her fight.
“There’s a man here who wants to meet you. He’s a real
Viking warrior.”
A strange man with an instrument and two ravens with him.
The girl barely remembers that he was named Skáld, a poet, who
was once taught by Elder Heimer. It wasn’t this meek-faced poet
or brávii or something like that who picked the fight, but the
warrior who sent him.
“He has achieved remarkable results in the recent pillaging,
the other day. He has defeated his enemies and plundered them of
their many treasures.”
“I see.”
She wasn’t interested at all.
Who killed whom, who pillaged what, or what happened?
The girl thinks it is more fun to take a nap in a warm place, go
into the woods and play with her big wolf and to rack her brains
over how to cook fish and meat deliciously.
Up to this point, she had an air of dismissing it as practical
joke. But the problem was ahead.
“Ragnar appears to have imposed conditions on meeting you.”
“Conditions?”
“Yes. Conditions. That is, you are to be neither dressed nor
undressed. You must not be either fasting or eating. And neither
alone nor in the company of someone else. I do say, they are
really difficult conditions.”
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She was a person born in the former Age of the Gods, and
while hiding in the great magical silver harp carried by Elder
Heimer, she transcended the end of the Age of the Gods and even
the beginning of the Christian Era, 1900 years ago, she also
believed without a doubt his words that she was awakened by the
reality of Norway in the 9th century AD.
Indeed, it seems she has transcended herself for a long long
time somehow.
“To be correct, I’ve slept for a long time with the magical
power of the great harp.”
“Then, I’m probably the best sleeper in the world.”
“That might be true, my adorable child.”
She remembered having such an exchange with the old man as
if it was yesterday.
She was sure it was the seventh exchange counting from the
last one.
Yes, the kind, gentle, generous and loving Elder Heimer, the
person who was a substitute parent for her mother’s earthly
parents, and who was just a grandfather to her had already passed
away.
The Scandinavian Peninsula in Scandinavia, the reality of the
9th century AD, where there are no gods, no giants, no dragons,
no world trees, and no Valkyries. A land overlooking the Fjord.
The girl had no choice but to live alone.
She received the title of Kráka, the adopted daughter of a
couple who lived in an inn room as they conceitedly told her that
they received gold and silver from Elder Heimer to feed her, but
in reality, she received the fate of days of domestic work, with
only one large wolf whom she met in the forest as a friend, she
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tobacco smoke. It should be noted that outdoor smoking in
Norway is legal and there is no particular element that would find
fault with Ragnar doing it in this place. The remains of the
apparition that has been sliced in two is already melting into the
shadows. And there is no problem with everything so long as they
are completely deceived by the guitar case.
“What happened?”
“I took down a monster. I don’t know, but it looks like a forest
apparition.”
He responds to the soundless voice by speaking to himself.
It is a telepathic communication from his boss. Resounding
dignifiedly, the voice at the centre of it is pleasant to his ears.
“……. It’s probably Caster’s familiar. Have you killed it yet?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Next, report when you encountered it.”
“Ok.”
He was really glad that she wasn’t a delicate boss. It quickly
helped him to grasp her and stay cool.
“So did you find Archer? I think she’s still around the Bjørvika.”
“Not yet―――no wait, I think I might have found her. I’ll
check it out now, boss.”
“Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ragnar turns his face. In the direction of the gulf.
He can sense it. There is one of his kind over there.
Straight after that. Ragnar kicks himself off the asphalt and
leaps, leaping higher while lightly kicking off the walls even
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more, leaping into the skies of Oslo. Immediately after landing
briefly on the roof of a five-storey building, he jumps high again
and this time, he gets down.
It is the roof of an old fortress overlooking the water surface of
the Fjord.
Ragnar didn’t know it, but the name of the fortress is
Akershus Fortress.
One of the two major Norwegian fortresses built in the 13th
century. A model of the fortress was used as the setting in a huge
blockbuster 3D fantasy animation film last year, and is now a
popular spot for many tourists. Therefore, it is awkward to land
here. He stands out too much. And it’s really troublesome for him
to be scolded by his boss, er, Master about the concealment of
mysteries and so on.
However, she doesn’t care about such things at all.
It isn’t like she judges it as trivial; she simply doesn’t think
about it.
She is such a woman.
She is an agglomeration of beauty, made into the form of
aloofness, which allows her to naturally act gracefully.
Even now at this moment―――
She. Beyond Ragnar’s gaze, she is ephemerally standing at the
spire of the old fortress with her mythril lance in hand.
His impression of her is blue and black. And above all else,
silver.
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Normally, she would’ve bounced back into a good mood
already.
Even if she was a little angry, if this big wolf snuggled up to
her, the girl will relax her mouth a little, show a clearly happy
look in her eyes and start running around the forest with it,
playing together near the water’s edge with it, until she
completely put away her angry during that time.
But now, only at this time……
It was no good.
The girl was angry with all of her heart.
She was so angry; she could explode like the Katla volcano
around 1900 years ago.
Why, because she picked a fight. With a stranger.
The girl was raised and taught to be highly proud.
Not knowing the face of her parents, she believed Elder
Heimer, who was her foster parent, when he said that her father
was a great hero who was a legendary dragon slayer and who
obtained the power of a dragon, and that her mother was the
eldest sister of the Valkyries, and that she had the blood of a
dragon, person and God residing within her.
‘I’m sure, it’s true,’ she thinks.
The hair ornament that covered and surrounded her silver hair
was a mythril equipment given to her by her mother shortly after
her birth.
The girl did not doubt the old man’s words at all, because she
had various other items and traits that made her think, ‘I see, I
seem to be different from other children.’
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The unforgettable flames of the smouldering, undying
millennial golden tree still remains in this new century.
The legend that began with the capture of the Greater Grail by
their founder Darnic and continues to this Holy Grail War, may
have ended in defeat, but now after ten years, it has become a
source of selfless pride for the girl.
――――
[Observation Target / Change]
[Compilation continuum going back / resuming observation /
9th century]
<……Oh, what is it grandpa? You rewound too much?
Got it, I got it. Certainly this is something that has already
happened. The tune also matches the princess.
Quiet. Listen, precision is important.>
――――
The girl was mad.
The dog at her feet woofs a little. The girl is always impressed
by the big dog with a cute voice, but now she is angry, so she is
not impressed by it. By the way, this dog was not a dog, but a
genuine wolf, but she unnoticingly calls it a “dog.” It seems it is
not completely called a dog, but we shall write it as a wolf from
now on.
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Her azure eyes are deeper than any jewel, than the sea and the
sky.
Her mysterious black clothes are like she is wearing a starless
night sky and she has a hair ornament that paints a bewitching
curve.
Her silver thread hair made from merged glitter that cannot be
reached even by collecting treasure from all over the world.
She is the only girl accompanied by a big wolf. It was an
unrivalled beauty and a personification of mysteries that cannot
be reached by the hands of others. Ragnar releases a passionate
sigh, but he has no choice but to desperately swallow it down and
call out to her as calmly as possible.
While doing to gently and carefully with great care, as if he
was dealing with a fragile person.
“Found ya, princess.”
At the sound of his voice, the silver girl turns around on
reflex.
Her silvery hair sways.
“Who are you?”
“It’s Ragnar.”
“……I don’t recognize your face. If you’re pulling my leg, I’ll
kill you on the spot.”
With a frosty gaze at him, the woman said it―――
Two ravens are flying over the distant sky.
Ragnar, the girl, everyone. They still haven’t noticed them
yet.
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――――
Year 201X, Scandinavia Norway.
The Subspecific Holy Grail War had begun.
The Subspecific Holy Grail which was modelled after the
Fuyuki Greater Grail that was transported to Europe during
World War II operates as an omnipotent wish-granting device
albeit incompletely. The Heroic Spirits engraved into human
history gather from the throne and kill each other as Servants for
their own objectives.
At the start of the first-ever Doubles Subspecific Holy Grail
War which came with five special rules, the young female magus
who was chosen as one of the Masters, was convinced of her
victory.
Why, because she drew two Servants with a powerful name in
this Scandinavian region.
That is, the last Valkyrja and the legendary Viking king!
Furthermore, these two were a married couple in the past.
Did she have such good luck? No, not really. There was no
way. In the Subspecific Holy Grail War where the compatibility
of the “party” is crucial, victory is already inevitable with this
pull.
Yes, she was thinking.
However, the Valkyrie is treating it as if it was her first
meeting with Ragnar.
Why on earth ..... ?
“……Why?”
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It was Remina who was muttering in front of the restaurant
Theatercaféen so that no one would hear her, she was so happy
that she was delighted to step on the cobblestones countless times,
without regard for the fact that the bottom of her favourite
Jimmy Choo boots were worn out.
‘―――What does this really mean?’
‘――― What's going on with my servants?’
“Calm down, I’m calm.”
Muttering, she stares at the three stroked Command Spell on
her right hand.
“That’s a good thing, Remina. What did you write in that
letter to brother Caules? Even my uncles spoke sharply at me to
show them my good points. Yeah so, oh that’s right. Is it a
retraction of the words I once spoke to them?”
What is the extent of this predicament?
We Yggdmillenia who were dissolved with their defeat at the
Great Holy Grail War of Trifas in Eastern Europe, have
strenuously survived the past decade, while having lost its great
branches and being the same as in a hopeless situation. This kind
of predicament is nothing compared to ten years ago.
“Being huddled and spitting out feeble complaints in this
place,
I’m too ashamed to meet Mr. Caules or Goredolf!”
With an unyielding will in her heart, Remina―――
Remina Eltfrom Yggdmillenia raises her face.
The flames in her eyes and soul are golden.
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Völsung clan including the great hero Sigurd, that girl is an
extraordinary being, whose existence was said to be in the 9th
century era, far from the Age of the Gods.
Similar to the dogma in the clock tower, in Remina’s personal
opinion, Sigurd and Brynhildr can be expected to be largely
beings from the Age of the Gods.
If so, then how did she―――that silver girl transcend time?
It's a big question, but its fine for now. Eventually, the
operating hours of the “battle stage” will end, so she can even ask
her herself during the first interval. It is up to the girl to give a
reply, but well, the issue that the magical world dignitaries has
been discussing for a long time, may end up with a complete
answer by identity verification, because of that Remina thinks
that the great formula for Heroic Spirit summoning is a cruel
thing. ‘Isn’t that convenient?’ she thinks.
That man is the spouse of the girl who can be said to be living
proof of the Age of the Gods.
It’s Ragnar, the warrior summoned by Remina as a Berserker.
Ragnar who is one of the legendary Viking kings, was so to
speak, the last Einherjar from when the Age of Gods ended.
Sigurd and Brynhildr, the strongest couple in the Nordic Age
of the Gods, and Siegfried and Kriemhild who have the same
scenario, are certainly in the great hero class individually, but
neither of them have a good compatibility with their spouse.
In that respect, speaking of that girl and Ragnar, there is no
story in their saga of them breaking up. Rather, there are even
episodes that make her they have a deep bond, so this is
just―――
“The Doubles Subspecific Holy Grail War is already won.
So can we defeat all the other “parties”?”
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She―――
Remina Eltfrom was in a daze.
In the waiting room of the Oslo Opera House which was
designated as the Masters’ “HQ stagev.”
Originally, as the name implies, it is the base of the
Norwegian State Opera and Ballet Company and it is by no
means a facility for mages, however, it is exceptionally being used
for the opening of the Doubles Subspecific Holy Grail War.
Officially, they are glossing things over by doing stuff like
interior design work and examinations of the earthquake-resistant
layout.
As expected, there is only one waiting room in the opera
house, everything else is real.
How should she use so many mirrors by herself? However, it
was only thirty minutes ago that she had the illusion of becoming
a musician for a little while, or festively riding on the spur of the
moment by wondering if she was a make-up artist.
Now, she had changed completely and had turned pale.
‘―――Ah, this just spoils the generosity of a beautiful woman.
What a waste.’
Remina still had some mental leeway left to think like this,
but to be honest, she was losing confidence, reason and her
composure every moment.
‘―――Calm down.’
‘―――Yes, let’s think calmly first.’
Remina inwardly tells herself, though she can’t help thinking
it.
‘I should’ve won the lottery!’
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She heard it was unlikely for a hero from the Age of the Gods
to be summoned in a Subspecific Holy Grail War.
It is often the case that a low-ranking Servant, who are
incomparable to the ones from the Holy Grail War that used the
Greater Grail and who forcibly gave their ethereal body to a
phantasmal spirit is a win.
But, this time it’s different. It’s the Doubles Subspecific Holy
Grail War.
She pulled a hero linked to Norse Mythology, in the
Subspecific Holy Grail War set in Oslo, the capital city of
Norway in Scandinavia. Moreover, two of them. Oh, hooray for
the name correction!
“I’ve won, I’ve won the Doubles Subspecific Holy Grail
War!”
Or so Remina screamed in the Hotel Bristol’s suite room with
voice sealing talismans crammed on all four walls, the ceiling and
floor, so that no one could hear her, she was so ecstatic that she
was banging and hugging her favourite Moomintroll plush toy,
while drinking mead.
Norse mythology. One of the two major mythologies in
Europe that act as a counterpart to Greek and Roman myths.
For the magic world, especially for the mages associated with
the Mages Association centred on the clock tower, it is known as
a mythical system that ended the Age of the Gods around 1000
BC.
If she had to put it in more detail, Germanic and Norse
Mythology.
Tragedy and misery spinning in the midst of raging
primordial power! A magnificent myth created by the harsh
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environment of the northern region full of ice and snow and met
its end with everything burning.
The explanation for it according to academic texts and
textbooks is that Germanic mythology had already disappeared
beyond the idle waves of human history with the Christianisation
of the Germanic region and its people, but it was the same so-
called world that left behind Norse mythology that ended up
being preserved by the Germanic people who immigrated to the
Scandinavia region…...
In fact, it is different.
According to an established theory in the magical world,
Scandinavia is the centre of Germanic and Norse mythology.
Once in ancient times, about half of Europe in the Age of the
Gods, the world was dominated by the gods of Scandinavia which
included the great god Odin―――comprised of nine realmsvi
consisting of the divine realm, Ásgarðr, the paradise realm,
Vanaheimr, the spirit realm, Álfheimr, the dark realm, Niðavellir,
the realm of the frost giants, Jötunheimr, the frozen ice realm,
Niflheimr, the realm of fire Múspellsheimr, the realm of the dead,
Helheim and the foundation realm, Miðgarðr, a marvellous world
full of mysteries and phantasms, with the large branches of the
world tree, Yggdrasill, spreading in the sky of every place and a
rainbow bridge hanging from Miðgarðr where the people lived to
Ásgarðr.
And. That the Archer class girl who was summoned by
Remina Eltfrom is the last Valkyrja who inherited those
mysteries and phantasms.
The daughter of the strongest dragon slayer and the eldest
sister of the Valkyries.
According to “Ragnar Lodbrok’s Saga” which is the sequel to
the "Völsunga Saga" legend that talks about the efforts of the