Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Krimshild, who had been looking down in embarrassment, suddenly raised her head, her face flushed with excitement and stammering, and asked in a flustered voice.

She seemed afraid she had misheard! She needed to confirm something.

"Siegfried—my name is Siegfried..."

"Huh!? Siegfried—!!"

It really was him! Panic ensued—! Krimhild was stunned.

She had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet the hero 'Siegfried'.

It would be like in the future vision, when she stood on the high platform of the castle looking down at the scenery, and unintentionally saw Siegfried looking up at the scenery at the same time. In that instant, they were both stunned, attracted to each other, and fell in love at first sight as if it were a beautiful scene destined by fate.

It was a chance encounter, meticulously planned, after everyone had dressed up in their finest attire.

Or perhaps she was in deep danger, encountering thieves, when a hero just happened to step forward and perfectly rescued her.

The other party did indeed save the damsel in distress once, but this was definitely not the scene Krimhild wanted.

At this moment—having just survived a shipwreck—she must have looked extremely disheveled. How could this not cause one to feel uneasy?

Krimshildr: "My... my lord... no, Siegfried... the legendary dragon-slaying hero."

Night: "You know my goal is to slay the dragon?"

Krimshild: "…………"

Oops, I accidentally let it slip again.

Just as she was so nervous she didn't know how to explain...

A gust of cold wind blew by, making Krimshild shiver.

Noticing that Krimshild was still wet and alluring... Night reminded her that she might catch a cold if she continued like this, and suggested she come closer to warm herself by the fire.

Krimhild was uneasy, a kind of nervousness that came from having an idol in front of you, yet being so ashamed that your mind went blank and you didn't know what to say.

"I...I'll go take a shower first and then come to warm myself by the fire!" After saying this, Krimhild hurriedly ran away, wanting only to escape this place that made her heart feel like it was about to explode.

She remembered seeing a clear lake when she came over; it should be a good place to bathe.

But once Krimshild ran out, she regretted it...

One was a rare opportunity to get to know Siegfried up close, which she was about to give up, but then she had a fateful encounter with him under those circumstances... and was saved by a rising dragon that flew up from the sea!

How could this not move Krimhild, who longed for a happy love?

Also—I hope Siegfried isn't peeking?

If the other person really comes over to peek, should she resist, or go with the flow? Or even actively show off her good figure?

No, no, no, the last one is just too bold, too unrestrained.

Soon Krimshild stripped naked and began soaking herself in the pool to wash her body.

Perhaps it was because her inner cosmos had healed her before the night, washing away the grime on her body, but Krimhilde's fair skin was smooth and glossy, without any dirt. Even just washing with water felt as smooth as if she had used shower gel, with water droplets constantly sliding down her delicate skin.

As her index finger slowly traced every inch of her skin, Krimhild trembled sensitively, her body feeling hot... The thought of Siegfried warming himself by the fire nearby filled her with a constant fantasy that he might come over to spy on her, a mixture of wanting and not wanting him to watch.

Peeking at her proves that she still has great charm in Siegfried's eyes, but that also proves that the hero's character may not be as noble as imagined.

If you don't peek, you might have a vague doubt about your own charm... After all, in the story, she didn't win against the Valkyrie Brunhilde.

The so-called first beauty of Germania was ultimately just a beautiful woman among humans, still inferior to the beautiful and graceful Valkyries.

With mixed feelings, I finally finished my shower...

To his relief, but also with some disappointment, Siegfried remained seated by the campfire the entire time, without moving.

Is she really that unattractive?

Krimhild was unaware that for Night, who possessed powerful seven senses, although he wasn't intentionally looking at anything, everything happening around him was like a movie in the highest definition, clearly reflected in his mind.

Everything in the world is within sight...

Night's assessment of this was—"Nice figure."

It's developed much better than Perthward, after all, Perthward is still too small.

Soon, Krimshild, on the other side of the lake, discovered a problem.

I didn't have any clean clothes to change into.

She could only shyly cover herself with her previously wet clothes before finally emerging.

Although Ye didn't have many thoughts about Krimshild, Siegfried's original official partner, at this time.

But when they saw Krimshild emerge from the water like a lotus, wrapped in a towel-like fabric with delicate folds and bare feet, they were surprised to see her.

Her exposed forearms, thighs, and calves, with their dazzlingly white and tender skin, were very eye-catching.

night:……!

Chapter 220 It was precisely because they began to value each other that they began to formally 'betray' each other!

This is really treating him like family. Is this how they test veteran cadres?

Krimshild: "I...can I dry my clothes in the sun? I don't have any spare clothes, so I'll just have to wait for them to dry. Could...could you...Mr. Siegfried...help me set up a drying rack?"

Krimhild blushed as she almost sweetly called him "husband," but she couldn't help herself and nearly mispronounced the name again.

Oh, how embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Ye, overhearing Krimshild's words, suddenly thought of a crucial question.

Krimshildr's clothes were taken to be dried by the fire, so what happened to her clothes...?

……

Sparks crackled, and behind the clothes that had been hoisted up was Krimshild, whose body temperature was rising steadily.

Only afterward did Krimshild realize that she had made another mistake due to habitual thinking, and by then it was too late to say anything in vain.

Her face was flushed, and she sat awkwardly with her arms wrapped around her chest and knees, her bare bottom exposed, on a rock.

This agonizing process continued until Mars gradually disappeared.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the quiet air.

Although their clothes obscured their vision... the thrill, excitement, trepidation, and shyness of being stranded together on a deserted island, especially knowing that the other was her future husband, were indescribable.

For women who are naturally conservative, chaste, and innocent, an atmosphere of intimacy beyond imagination is the fastest way to escalate feelings.

This is more impactful and soul-stirring than hundreds or thousands of dates, and it's also a kind of sunk cost inertia...

For example, such intimate things should only be done between future partners, but if they are done in advance, then it is only natural to expect and hope that the other person is one's partner.

In this way, the previous efforts won't be wasted too much, and it can be considered a rehearsal.

However, this process makes it easiest for others to exploit one's weaknesses, leading to complete entrapment and the sacrifice of one's entire being, like a lamb falling into the abyss.

So—is the Night Meeting that giant mouth?

Afterwards, once their clothes were dry, well... Night didn't have a shirt on because of the clothes that had ripped earlier, but it didn't matter...

The less clothing a Saint wears, the stronger the attack becomes. For other Saints, wearing their Cloths would make them even stronger, but Dragon is an exception...

The toughest of the tough, the more blood he has, the higher his fighting spirit becomes; the less blood he has, the more ferocious he becomes in battle—this is the monster described.

After the previous ambiguous atmosphere, coupled with Ye's strong physique, Krimhild felt her mind go blank, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

She followed the night closely.

Suddenly—Krimhild noticed the back of the night. His back muscles were incredibly developed, and this body, so perfect as to be like that of a god, was pierced through from behind by his own brother Hagen in the distant future.

"What's wrong?" Perhaps Krimhildr's gaze was too clear, like that of a lovesick woman, fixed and unchanging, and Ye's question interrupted the girl's thoughts.

The blush on Krimschild's face faded, and instead of infatuation, the girl suddenly became somewhat silent...

“Mr. Siegfried is very powerful. Even the evil dragon Fafnir is no match for you.”

"So confident in my power? You've clearly never witnessed it."

Krimshild, unable to explain why she was so confident, wasn't concerned about that at the moment.

Looking at Siegfried's back, she seemed to realize something, and in her daze, her face grew paler and paler, and her body swayed precariously.

At that moment, she was thinking about a question.

Suddenly—Krimschild gritted his teeth and asked, “Mr. Siegfried, may I tell you a story?”

"you say……"

“If—perhaps I have committed an absolutely unforgivable mistake, and for God’s sake, let me go back in time and have a chance to make amends. But…” Krimshild’s steps suddenly stopped.

She suddenly felt a little timid, wondering if she was truly qualified to follow in Siegfried's footsteps.

Even if the original future was something that had not yet happened.

But can mistakes really be ignored as if they never happened?

She personally revealed to Hagen the only weakness of the valiant dragon-slaying hero, the greatest warrior in Norse mythology, and her beloved.

The thought of the long sword piercing through her back and splattering blood was so intense, and the thought of her betraying her husband who had once trusted her so much and told her about her only weakness... a deep sense of guilt suddenly welled up in her heart.

Having experienced the despair and helplessness of imminent death when she fell into the ocean, Krimshild could better understand that pain, and the indescribable, tearful emotion she felt when she was saved from despair by a ray of light...

In her view, the person who truly took Siegfried's life was herself, who foolishly allowed herself to be tricked into speaking.

And now, shamelessly trying to destroy Siegfried and Brunhilde's love, trying to ruin their destiny as a couple, it is still himself.

Krimschild: "But—just because I have a chance to redeem myself doesn't mean I can ignore the mistakes I made. Do I really still deserve to continue soaring through the sky?"

Together with you—like that dragon, soaring through the sky.

She began to understand Krimhild in her dream—! She was overwhelmed by endless self-blame and regret. Tragically, because she realized that her love had hurt the one she loved, she had fallen into an eternal torment of revenge for her, been trapped in a vortex of interests for her, and been intertwined with the mire of hell for her, until she was shattered to pieces and until she was engulfed in flames.

Because of the name Siegfried, because of the dragon that brought hope amidst despair on the sea at night, all of Krimshild's longings, expectations, gratitude, and joy, when all her emotions had a clear object to rely on.

—Only then did she realize how heavy this affection was.

Before Ye could speak again, or rather, seeing that Ye had not yet answered, Krimhild's nose already tingled with tears. Filled with guilt and remorse, she pulled out the magic sword that she had always protected so tightly.

"This—is for you—Mr. Siegfried. This was originally prepared for a hero as powerful as you. It's scrap metal in my hands, but it shines brightly in Mr. Siegfried's hands. To slay the evil dragon, you need a powerful weapon, don't you? Thank you for saving my life; consider this sword my repayment. And then, let's part ways. My meager strength is of no help to you on the journey ahead… so—"

Chapter 221 Sister Ke: I'm not going to wash this hand anymore, should I just cut it off?

Krimhildr, who considered herself a burden, gritted her teeth. It was because she understood the fear of death and knew the preciousness of life, and because she had faced despair, that she longed even more for the hero who would save her.