Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

"No, I..."

Memory, like a shattered mirror, presents countless fragmented and contradictory pieces in her mind.

She remembered... that she seemed to have sacrificed herself in the tragic operation of capturing the core experimental subject of the Second Herrscher.

It felt as if his body had been pierced through.

however……

Another, clearer, and more "real" memory in her mind kept telling her that she was not dead.

She has just received the latest order from the bishop and is leading the "Valkyrie Assault Team" to investigate the sudden and unusual Herrscher reactions that have appeared on this Siberian snowfield.

Furthermore... the current timeline... seems chaotic, contrary to her memories. It doesn't match up.

Her body was at its peak in her twenties. However, the date displayed now points to shortly after the Second Honkai Impact.

"After the Second Honkai Impact... but at that time, my age was clearly..."

Countless contradictory and incongruous pieces of information were clashing wildly in her mind, making her feel as if her head was about to be completely torn apart.

"It's still so annoying."

As the director in charge of the entire "script" development, Kiana looked at Ragnar on the screen, who was filled with confusion and pain, and couldn't help but let out a sigh full of helplessness.

Ragnar's "resurrection" is, firstly, a key piece she meticulously arranged to fill "certain logical loopholes in this script."

Secondly, it can also be considered a small gift for Durandal.

It was at the behest of my "older sister".

Yes, although her sister still hates her, that doesn't stop her from planning to resurrect her.

Moreover, it will also allow Lu Mo to take revenge on Ragnar.

Isn't this a very lenient way to avenge someone's death?

However, when this person, who was supposed to be just a "prop," actually appeared in front of her, Kiana belatedly realized that she really... did not accept her as she had thought, and did not even want to have any interaction with this person.

Theoretically speaking, she was the enemy of their entire family.

It was she who personally shot her own sister down from 10,000 meters in the air, causing her to lose all her memories and become a strange shell called "Bianca".

At the same time, she is also the most respected mentor of her "sister" Durandal, an indispensable figure who guided her onto the path of "the strongest of destiny".

Although she almost killed her sister, her resolve as a Valkyrie to fight for the protection of humanity was so pure that... there wasn't a single flaw to be found.

Moreover... in a sense, she was also his "grandmaster"—she was the teacher of Himeko, the most important teacher who saved him from confusion and darkness.

And in the end, it was herself who ended her life with her own hands on the snowy plains of Siberia.

This tangled web of hatred and gratitude made Kiana feel like her head was about to explode.

"Speaking of which..." Kiana seemed to remember something, her expression becoming even more strange, "Her stage name seems to be... somehow related to our family?"

Aslaug... In Norse mythology, she is the daughter of the Valkyrie Brunhilde and the hero Sigurd.

In other words... she is also "Siegfried's daughter"?

What is this?

"Ragnar?"

Lu Mo's feelings were similar to Kiana's, filled with indescribable complexity. His impression of that name also evoked mixed emotions.

"Although we haven't had direct contact, things are likely to develop in an interesting direction with her."

As for Cocolia, she naturally knew Ragnar quite well, a former figure of destiny, and at this moment, the smile on her face was purely one of amusement and anticipation.

After all, this Valkyrie had a profound influence.

"Phew... Does this count as...helping Cecilia get revenge on her?" Beatrice referred to the "real person" she had never met as her sister without any hesitation.

Although she knew very well that, given Saint Cecilia's character, she would never harbor any thoughts of revenge against Ragnar.

After all, their thoughts and beliefs were so similar that Beatrice could even deduce Cecilia's feelings of regret for Ragnar.

However... from an outsider's perspective, Beatrice still felt that it was necessary for her to do so.

"Then prepare for battle, Beatrice."

As Lu Mo spoke, he considerately took a set of pure white combat clothes that had been prepared in advance and began to help the "saintess" in front of him change.

It was a suit of armor almost identical to Cecilia's former attire, both holy and full of heroic spirit.

However... there are also extremely subtle differences that only he can understand.

The armor, which was originally completely covered, was cleverly designed in a semi-open style, and the overall design further enhanced the body's curves.

The skirt, which should have reached the knees, was boldly shortened.

The garter stockings, which were not present in the original armor, made those long and perfect legs appear even more... sensual and alluring.

"Captain... According to the instruments, the target is about three kilometers ahead."

A member wearing standard Valkyrie Stormtrooper armor quickly ran to Ragnar's side, pointed to the constantly flashing, dangerous red dot on the tactical tablet, and reported the situation in a deep voice.

"All personnel on high alert," Ragnar nodded, a serious glint flashing in his sharp, hawk-like eyes. "Prepare..."

However, before her resolute command could be fully issued—

"—Please do not go any further, Valkyries."

A gentle voice, so gentle it made them instinctively lower their guard, yet carrying an air of authority that made them reluctant to submit, suddenly rang out from the silent, snow-covered coniferous forest ahead.

Immediately afterwards, a figure exuding an aura of holiness and nobility appeared from the dense forest as if a true "goddess" had descended.

"Senior...senior?"

Looking at the woman before him, with her long, snow-white hair and a gentle, compassionate smile, Ragnar's resolute face showed an expression of disbelief for the first time.

Although she had never had any direct contact with the person in front of her, that face, that aura... had already been imprinted in her memory through the information within Destiny.

That was... the strongest Valkyrie of Schicksal, who had already sacrificed herself in the Second Honkai Impact.

She was also the mother of one of her students.

"It's... Lady Beatrice who sacrificed herself?! How could she be here?!" The teammate beside her also exclaimed in disbelief.

Beatrice?

Ragnar checked to make sure he hadn't misheard the way his teammates addressed each other.

Why……

—Will it be different from the name I remember?

And what's with the clothes she's wearing?

Ragnar's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on Beatrice's incongruous "armor."

This is not...at all the outfit that the legendary saintess would wear!

At the same time, an inexplicable sense of guilt surged uncontrollably into Ragnar's heart like a tidal wave.

"That family" did indeed feel indebted. Although over the years she had treated Durandal almost as her own daughter, pouring all her heart and soul into raising and caring for her, she knew very well in her heart that... it was less about "care" and more about a kind of self-redemption "responsibility" to make up for the sins she had committed in the past.

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, Beatrice spoke again.

Her voice remained as gentle as ever, but the content of her words was filled with an undeniable and startling sense of expulsion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ahead lies the secluded dwelling of my master and me," she bowed slightly, performing an impeccable ladylike gesture. "We do not wish for our lives to be disturbed by the outside world. Please, for the sake of my own past as a member of Destiny... leave now."

Ragnar's thoughts were in turmoil.

The opponent was a legendary S-rank Valkyrie. Even just standing there, her calm and imposing aura made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

In a direct confrontation, neither he nor the assault team behind him would have much of a chance of winning.

However... given the bishop's orders, leaving in such a disgraceful manner is clearly not the right choice.

Just when she was in a dilemma—

“Lia, we can’t let her go back,” a languid, playful male voice suddenly rang out from the silent coniferous forest. “If she escapes… I’ll be in big trouble. I don’t want to go through that endless cycle of being hunted down again!”

Was it Siegfried?

No, the sound is wrong...

Before she could have more time to think, the moment the words left her lips, all the tenderness and compassion in Beatrice's azure eyes vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was an indifference filled with absolute obedience.

In Ragnar's view, it was also an unreasonable development for such a gaze to fall upon her.

In an instant, her figure transformed into a pure white bolt of lightning, like a true "divine punishment," rushing straight towards the group of "intruders" who had not yet had time to react.

Only now did Ragnar truly understand—

—The despairing gap between an ordinary A-rank Valkyrie and a true S-rank Valkyrie.

The Valkyrie Assault Team is about to be wiped out again.

"do not want!"

As the pure white figure, like the scythe of death, was about to descend, Ragnar's eyes widened in despair, and he let out a cry filled with despair and resentment.

Although they had already disregarded life and death from the moment they became Valkyries, the difference between sacrificing oneself gloriously in the fight against the Honkai and dying humiliatingly at the hands of fellow "humans" is self-evident.

Ragnar clearly didn't want the latter to happen to her and her teammates.

Moreover, she had already experienced something similar once.

"Don't worry," Beatrice's voice was still eroding her will to fight, "I won't take their lives."

"I told you, I just... wouldn't let you leave here."

The moment the words left her lips, Ragnar saw a flash of white light before her eyes, and an irresistible shock instantly swept over her entire body.

Her consciousness went blank for a moment.

……

When she regained consciousness, the battle was already over.

The entire Valkyrie assault team was utterly crushed and wiped out by Beatrice. All the team members collapsed unconscious on the snow like puppets with their strings cut.

She herself was the only "captive" who remained conscious.

A chilling thought flashed uncontrollably through Ragnar's mind.

It is said...

Siegfried Kaslana, who betrayed destiny, possessed terrifying strength at her peak, comparable to that of an S-class Valkyrie.

in case……

If back then, instead of choosing to escape with his equally dangerous "daughter," he had chosen to take revenge on fate at all costs...

Chapter 208 This guy...you wouldn't want your Valkyries to sacrifice themselves, would you?

"—If…if he hadn't chosen to escape with his equally dangerous daughter, but instead had chosen to take revenge on fate at all costs…"

This thought, like a black lightning bolt, ripped through Ragnar's chaotic consciousness, sending chills down her spine.

She had always felt that her behavior was somewhat inappropriate—a behavior that soon became a classic summary of the saying, "Good people have to be held at gunpoint."

But before she could think, the pair of jade hands that had wiped out the Valkyrie Assault Team had already gripped her arm like iron clamps.

She was roughly dragged up from the snow, her body staggering from the weakness of defeat, like a real prisoner of war, and was mercilessly led toward that small point of light that looked particularly eerie in the night—the source of energy.

Beatrice pushed open the heavy wooden door from the outside, and a warm, homey aroma, a blend of the warmth of the fireplace and the scent of food, wafted out.

It seemed like a cozy place, and for a moment Ragnar really had a dazed feeling.

However, when Ragnar was roughly ushered into the living room that served as the center of the cabin, the sight that greeted her made her, for a moment, wish that she, like everyone else, was not in a completely new state.

In the small living room, the flames in the fireplace flickered warmly. The owner of the mysterious voice was leaning back comfortably on the soft sofa, feeding fruit to the little girl in his arms.

Around him were two women, both possessing unparalleled beauty, engaged in a bizarre and utterly incomprehensible "cleaning" process.

A blonde woman in a dark military uniform is kneeling on the floor in a posture full of humility and submissiveness.

Instead of using her hands, she gripped a similarly soaked rag tightly in some way and, in a highly efficient yet embarrassing manner, wiped the wooden floor beneath the man's feet inch by inch.

As she moved forward, her entire body remained close to the ground, and each rise and fall resembled a devout act of worship.

Another woman with long, silver-white hair was in charge of cleaning the windowsill high up. Her hands were also busy—they were tied behind her back with a silk scarf by the man.