Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The hero who saved his own life was not a vague fantasy from a dream, but a living, breathing individual.

The real man standing before her—a man who had undoubtedly won Krimhild's favor—was the reason why Krimhild suddenly cared about the 'past' betrayal.

It is precisely because we have begun to value love that we do not want it to contain any dirty or despicable aspects.

What right does she have to take Siegfried away from Brunhilde?

He gave away the sword he had so painstakingly protected so easily, as a final testament to his long-standing perseverance.

Night slowly picked up the sword with one hand, then drew it. The blade of the demon sword Bagmont shone with a bright, clear luster like the surface of a lake!

At this moment, the sword no longer resembled a demonic sword.

However, Bagmont cannot be considered a completely demonic sword in essence. It is only because although the wielder may gain a great victory for a time, mortals cannot control this power and will always be devoured by its powerful backlash, because the price is too high. That is why other swords are holy swords, but he has become a demonic sword.

But now Bagmont's strength is very stable.

As Night sensed the radiance above, which seemed capable of slaying evil dragons and dividing the twilight, it noticed that the ornaments made of the leaves of the World Tree that suppressed above had been skillfully woven with fine rope and strung on the hilt of the sword, forming a beautiful pattern.

Is this... Krimshild's work?

The original Bagmont was a pure magic sword that would bring victory, but also death to its wielder.

But the Bagmont of today is different. It now holds the leaves of the World Tree, a young girl's longing, and a pure hope.

A heart full of sincere prayers, hoping that calamity will stay far away from the true owner of this sword and that tragedy will never be repeated.

Through the veins on the leaf, the night seems to see a young girl praying for someone every night.

Krimshild—this woman who shouldn't have been here in the first place. I initially thought it was just a coincidence of names, but now it seems that's not the case.

She is the real Krimshild. There is only one possibility that could lead her to do things so differently from what is originally in the mythology.

The Poetry of the Nibelungs…—was it the power of the 'Black Tower' that allowed her to see the future?

Night quickly realized this—she was coming for him.

When Krimhild uttered those words, Night felt no longer confused.

He even perfectly understood what the girl was thinking and what she was saying.

Just as Krimhild turned away dejectedly, preparing to leave alone, she didn't even consider where she was now, or where she could go alone without the help of the night.

Let alone returning to the kingdom, even surviving on this deserted island is difficult.

But in her current state, how could Krimshild possibly think about such things?

Suddenly—"Krimshild, reach out—"

The sounds of the night startled Krimshild, who immediately turned around.

"Eh?!"

“I said—may I have your hand, beautiful lady?” Night tucked the demon sword into her waistband and then asked.

"Huh, eh?!? Eh, a hand?"

“This is a response—from the familiarity I felt when I first saw you, all the way to the feeling I have now… Krimhild, you… know me, and you think you’ve done something to wrong me. Am I right?” Night asked calmly with a smile.

"!!!!" Krimshild—!!!

Under normal circumstances, if two strangers were talking like this, she would definitely think the man was just messing around, but—!

Krimshild's heart suddenly pounded wildly, as if a deer were running around in her chest.

How could he—! Knowing nothing, having no future memories with me, and no 'past memories', still so accurately perceive the most shameful and unspeakable guilt in my heart? And how could he reach out his hand to me under such circumstances?

Is this the answer he gave?

Suddenly—that thought popped into Krimshild's mind.

—Is it okay to cut it off?

My heart trembles... Ah, in that story, she committed such a despicable act, forcing him to fall in love with her 'she'—does this hand—really still have the right to rest on her?

No, no, no, Mr. Siegfried probably just doesn't know what he did in the future to forgive me so easily.

If I knew, I definitely would—

But... "Desire"—!

Such thoughts echoed in her mind. However—the feeling of filth made her even want to cut off her own hand, the very hand that yearned for this desire.

Damn, damn...it's so sweet!

Just like in my dream, it was this constant, unintentional recognition and clumsy teasing that effortlessly hit my sweet spot every time, making it utterly irresistible! Krimshild: "No, no... that's not it. I—I committed a crime against you..."

Not knowing how to explain, Krimshildr, like a cat with its fur standing on end, suddenly became haughty, blushing as she shouted, "You, you, Mr. Siegfried, you're so stupid!!! Idiot, idiot, big idiot!! You'll definitely regret this! Choosing to forgive a despicable woman like me. No... no, it's not about getting your forgiveness. What are you thinking! I've never even met you before. How could I feel guilty about something so trivial? Really~!!! Nothing has even happened yet. You—you don't think I have feelings for you, or even like you a little, do you? I never expected such a big misunderstanding to arise!"

However—in fact, everything was predicted correctly.

To conceal her inner turmoil, guilt, and emotion, the girl was ashamed to reveal her true feelings to others, and desperately denied them at this moment.

“But… thank you, I appreciate your comfort. Yes, indeed. As a token of my gratitude, I will grant you and me the privilege of shaking hands with the esteemed Princess Krimshild.”

"Yes, Your Highness. I didn't expect Krimhild to be a princess." Night's expression remained calm and smiling, without any change. Her tolerant manner, as if she were dealing with a willful child, easily evoked a sense of helplessness.

Krimshild lowered her head, her earlobes already bright red.

Was I seen through? My own guilty conscience.

So what if her lies were exposed? He cooperated perfectly, showing no intention of exposing her, and even in the face of this, he chose to protect his self-esteem.

So—I want to hold your hand!! With that thought in mind, she took the initiative to extend her hand, and finally tentatively reached out with nervous trembling and shyness.

Night gently grasped it—then, with a gasp of surprise, she suddenly controlled her magic and took it flying with her.

She was there—! Soaring into the sky alongside Siegfried!!

Chapter 222 Excellent! If it weren't for immense evil, there would be no point in overcoming it!

Achieved...

Just a moment ago I said I wasn't qualified to fly with him, and the next moment I did.

After flying in the air for a while, the two landed back on the ground, still savoring the awe and fascination they felt when looking down from above while soaring through the sky.

In this era, most people probably never experience this magical feeling in their entire lives.

At this moment, they had long forgotten all their unpleasantness, and even after landing, they were still undecided. So much so that Krimshild did not even notice the old man standing not far in front of them.

At this moment, a one-eyed old man looked at Night, who had descended from the sky, with a gleam in his eyes. He was not surprised that Night had mastered the power of flight. On the contrary, he understood even more the excellence and versatility of this descendant of the bloodline.

However, just as he was waiting for the two of them to come over and talk to him...

Krimshildr, completely oblivious to everyone else while lost in her lovestruck state, and Ye, who simply had no intention of paying any attention to Odin...

Dragon slaying?

He can manage on his own; he doesn't need Odin or anything like that.

Odin was even dragged into the myth of slaying the dragon, sharing some of the credit. For the old man to have a girlfriend for free was something even more painful than letting Night gain more heroic legends.

Why would he need to rely on the power of others? Hmm? You mean the cursed sword that Krimshild sent?

How could he refuse his future wife's loving gesture?

Moreover, his divine military might would not refuse to acquire another holy sword worthy of being remembered for eternity.

In comparison, the gift Odin gave him didn't even have a name in mythology; it was practically worthless.

This is the biggest reason why Ye is not interested.

Other heroes might treasure him, but for Night, a first-rate warrior wielding fourth-rate equipment is just as absurd and laughable.

And so—Night led Krimshild past the old man who was Odin in disguise.

They've gone, they're over...!

elder:????!!

Wait a minute, I'm such a big guy standing here, deep in this remote forest, at the foot of the mountain where the evil dragon dwells, in such a mysterious posture, and you don't even ask me a question?

What about curiosity? What about the innate human curiosity?!

"Wait, Odin's descendant—the hero who pulled the sword from the tree, do you remember me?" In the end, Odin could only suddenly shout to stop Night!

Although Night acted unpredictably, Odin still approached. He emphasized Night's status as a descendant of Odin, and he was quite puzzled by this hero who had such a prominent ancestor yet knew nothing about him and showed no intention of acknowledging him.

This incarnation had previously gifted the Sword in the Tree to the Volsung family, so they should recognize me.

Anyone with a modicum of intelligence should be able to make the connection to their own identity. But if they knew their own identity, how could mortals, especially their descendants, dare to ignore Odin, the king of gods?

When Odin's old face pressed right against his, Night finally stopped in his tracks.

"what's up?"

Faced with the aloof and indifferent attitude of the night, Odin felt a surge of anger rising within him. Sure enough, they were completely ignoring him.

It wasn't that he hadn't noticed, but rather that he didn't want to pay attention! At this moment, Odin had a particular urge to see the shocked look on that face.

Odin: "Gram, the sword in the tree, is something I brought for you. Think carefully, you should still remember what I look like."

Night: "Hmm, and then?"

Odin: ??? Wait, this reaction is different from what I expected!

Faced with the extremely uncooperative night, even Odin, who wanted to cultivate heroes, almost couldn't hold back despite his wisdom as a god.

Fortunately, Odin was extremely shrewd, and the special nature of the night he predicted made him determined to obtain this demigod descendant.

Ignoring Ye's attitude, Odin said in a deep voice that he was also on one of the ships that had encountered the shipwreck.

Although it wasn't intentional, Ye inadvertently saved her once again.

He was a man who disliked owing others anything, so he prepared to bestow some gifts upon Ye.

"Brave son, this is the reward you deserve for your bravery!! Almost everyone who has ventured to this island shares the same goal: you have come for the evil dragon Fafnir, haven't you? I can tell you how to defeat it, and at the same time, I will provide you with the treasures to help you slay the dragon!"

Night: "Not interested..."

Odin: "?! Fafnir is the strongest of the fantasy species, the ultimate symbol of the concept and power of evil. If you do not master the correct method of slaying the dragon and face that evil dragon head-on, even a god may perish!! Its power is far beyond your imagination."

Odin spoke seriously to Ye, believing that Ye was indifferent because he did not understand how terrible Fafnir was.

Suddenly—the night stopped, and he heard extremely sensitive words.

"You just said—Fafner is the ultimate concept of evil?"