At night, when I'm ready, I'm heading with Nowa to Brunhilde.

Then there was Gunnar, but the atmosphere was obviously different. It's not a heroic atmosphere, it's a killer atmosphere. Well, I guess Sigurd would be convinced. If the legend says so, you must have already killed someone.

"Are you the one Lord Brunhilde was talking about?

Hmm... do you want to mess with me for a second?

"You say strange things. It's like the first time we've met."

Not really. Then Sigurd pulls out his sword. I feel the caliber class yawning. Then that would be the synonymous gram of Sigurd.

"Put away that noisy sword. You don't have to hurry. I'll fight you. Or do you want to do an assassination? If you do that, you won't get Lord Brunhilde for life, will you?

"... Hmm."

Gunnar hands down his sword. Do you listen there... for Christ's sake. Then Brunhilde appears.

"You're both very well. Welcome. Then let me decide in a duel which is more deserving as my husband than this. I'll let the referee. Get them both ready."

I engage burst with Nowa, take out the not-tung, and set up.

"... Lord Brunhilde"

"What is it? Dear Gunnar."

"We don't even have to fight a duel. That sword notung is a sword I kept more than a friend. I hung in the trap of this despicable man and was robbed of that sword. Do you think a man like that deserves you?

"... I see. What do you think of Lord Tact?

Well, I guess that's what the real Gunnar told you because you don't seem to be lying to me.

"I just came to see Master Brunhilde and the man there attacked me with this sword, so I just punished him. Is it a trap that you threw your sword away and ran away?

"Don't talk bullshit!

"Then tell me what trap I used."

"Oh, that's... attacking my sleep"

Hit me in the sleep, where would there be a trap? Then it's just an accident.

Sigurd seems to be bad at lying to me about being deluded. Mr. Brunhilde is laughing... and you asked me to totally mess with Sigurd. Well, in that case, because Mr. Brunhilde is convinced that Gunnar is a sigurd.

"Hehe... let's not say any more. I'm Valkyrie. Let's say everything is decided as a result of a duel. Sometimes we'll know each other in battle."

"... ok"

Sigurd pulls out a sword that appears to be a gram.

Duel

Opponents: Tact, Gunnar

Win or lose: surrender, total loss of vitality

Judgment: Brunhilde

"Okay, here we go!

Get started!? When Sigurd disappears, he wields a sword that appears to be Gram.

When I avoid it, the aura released by Gram runs through the ground, slashing and tearing the rocks and the ground apart. I hear more wind, and when I take it with a not-tung, it blows up. You have a mess blade... you stink.

Then Gunnar comes running Aura again. I flaunt the aura as I pack my distance, avoiding further turmoil blades, and challenging Gunnar into melee.

A not-tung and a sword supposedly glam collide, an aura collides, and lightning strikes.

"... Hmm!

I get lightly bounced. Sigurd understood the definitive difference from me. I understand a lot too.

Then the battle continues with many slashes but no damage to each other. Sigurd is a totally power type swordsman. Plus I'm not entirely used to using swords like me.

Even though I'm stronger, I'm overwhelmingly winning with my powers, but I'm as unresponsive as I am, and I don't miss that when I'm a big shot. It's a boulder to flaunt it, but I'm not surprised at the status quo.

'... no. Awesome signs fly out of that sword. "

'Patience me... Nova. Don't touch it. - Whoa.'

They used a sword technique like a star sword, and they drowned hard.

"... no?

'I'm fine. I didn't touch it. "

I was hysterical, but I'm fine. Come on, what are we gonna do? Sigurd, do you want to keep going after our time? You wouldn't do that.

Then now I'm going to use a rune of power and speed. Superior! I use it too and bump into each other. I don't know how many more times it's gonna be. A shock wave is suddenly emitted from the gram when a not-tung and a sword supposedly a gram collide. By contrast, I activate the flash stone that planted the light rune.

"A little imitation... but!

Set up a sword where Sigurd appears to be Gram.

"Wake up. Sucking the blood of evil dragons, demon sword glam! Legendary Liberation!"

A far more dense figure of Fafnir appears than a not-tung. Sigurd's skin becomes more like dragon scales. Is this the gram? And this completes the quest.

The spear pierces between me and Gunnar. And the info comes.

"This duel has been nullified by the authority of the referee."

Phew... I was asked beforehand by Brunhilde not to defeat Sigurd, but to let the legend free Gram. That's why he was deliberately fighting to scorch his opponent. Of course I was seriously bumping into you.

"That's it. This duel… shall be an invalid match"

"What!? Wait for me! Lord Brunhilde! This battle is clearly better for me."

"No. It's your loss. Sigurd... you're the only one in the world who can unleash the legend of Gram. More than you are Sigurd, the opponent of this match will be different and the match itself will be invalid"

"... I'm Gunnar"

Then Brunhilde vindicated Gunnar.

"Can't you still remember this? Sigurd."

"So I am"

"Really... so you can't help it"

Brunhilde shined and a fully armed Brunhilde appeared. You're supposed to be divine, ruined by such a killer!

"From here on out, I'll be your opponent. If you're not afraid of this Gungnir that Master Odin left you with, you should call me."

What's not good!? That's GUNGNIL!? A spear in special need that the Nordic Lord Odin has. Why does Brunhilde have the most powerful weapon in the spear?

"... ok. I'll do everything I can to get you and show you."

You should stop. Because Gram and Gungnil suck at each other.

Sigurd wields a gram of legendary liberation.

"Blowfafnir!"

A reddish brown fafnir looms in Brunhilde.

"Do you point the blade at the person you swore to marry… so you can't help it. In the eyes of pain, reflect. Sigurd!"

The reddish-brown fafnir disappears as Brunhilde flashes across the gunnil, shattering the gram in the aftermath. Sigurd was also shattered with dragon scales and armor, and when he blew, he plunged into the rock.

This is the end of the man who cheated… if you defend Sigurd, there is talk that his cheat was drugged. If you don't defend yourself, there's usually talk of cheating on me.

I think the story is about being drugged, but this is still it. Perhaps if there were no restrictions on this game, you would have exposed yourself to nothing but to see it naked.

I felt like I had studied again the fear of the woman who pissed me off on this quest.