Miss Surtr will ignite the world

In the game, there's a god, a deity, two demigods, a dragon slayer, and a special attacker against mystics. Even with this lineup, Ophelia's self-destruction is needed to defeat Surtr.

However, the actual process was still quite far-fetched.

Napoleon's suicide bombing brought Surut to a standstill, but respect for the dead is paramount.

But Hercules, a shadow follower, was actually able to block Old Su's flaming sword.

Perhaps Ilya's enchantment played a role, but setting aside defensive capabilities, an attack capable of blasting the entire Norse continent apart would have a range that Hercules' small frame could not completely withstand.

This can be seen from the clash of beams between Surtr and Cu Chulainn's Noble Phantasm.

Furthermore, since Surtr isn't a Servant, even if Ophelia self-destructs, it won't affect his ability to continue fighting.

In addition, Grammer is a magic sword with the attribute of the sun, and Surtur has armor that is almost immune to all temperature changes, so even if you have special attack abilities, the damage you can do to it is very limited.

From Surtr's current perspective, the fact that this lineup could defeat Surtr after he regained his full power can only be described as serving the plot.

Or perhaps, the power of love?

Surtr didn't quite understand this ethereal power.

She only makes judgments based on reality.

In battles of that caliber, even if ordinary Servants were to arrive, their effectiveness would be extremely limited; at most, they could only self-destruct to buy time.

Only beings at the level of gods or higher can play a decisive role.

But she had asked Skadi before, and it seemed that she was the only human in this Lostbelt so far.

I don't know if they haven't arrived yet or if there's no one else here at all.

Thinking about the situation in the Seventh Singularity, Surtr had a bad feeling for some reason.

The next day.

Old Su climbed the hill, and the brilliant morning light shone through the porthole onto the transparent ice surface.

On the hard ice bed, Surtr frowned, then opened his eyes and climbed out of bed without hesitation.

His face showed a hint of fatigue.

This bed

Surtr lowered his head and reached out to tap the bed beneath him, which was as hard as stone and still exuded a slight chill.

He sighed.

This was the first time she had ever felt that sleeping was such a torturous thing; even camping trips before were much more comfortable than this.

"It's beautiful, but this kind of place is not fit for human habitation at all. It's really a wonder that Ophelia can live here."

Shaking his head, Surtr stood up and flicked the cage bars with his finger. The metallic humming startled the two crows that were still fast asleep.

The sound of flapping wings could be heard inside the room.

With a delighted smile, ignoring the murderous glares of the two crows, she went to a corner of the room that resembled a sink, quickly washed herself with near-freezing water, and then left the room carrying the birdcage.

"I wonder if the castle provides food."

As he stepped out of the room, Surtr muttered to himself.

"There is a restaurant inside the castle, but currently only Ophelia is using it."

Immediately afterwards, a female voice from behind answered her question.

Turning her head, she saw the blonde Valkyrie walking from the other end of the corridor and stopping in front of her.

"It's just Ophelia alone. Well, she's the only one in this castle who needs to eat every day."

It must be tough for them living here.

So, what do I do when I need to use the restroom? I didn't see a similar space in the room I was in.

I've suddenly become a little curious.

Slud, unaware of Surtr's wandering thoughts, replied.

"I can prepare it immediately if you need it, but I can't guarantee the taste."

After all, Valkyries don't really have the ability to cook.

"That's honest of you, but never mind, no need to bother."

For her now, eating is just a hobby.

Are you here to see me?

"Surtr asked."

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen requests that you proceed to the training grounds within the castle, where she awaits you."

Slud nodded.

"A training ground? There's such a place inside the castle?"

Surtr raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

"I understand. Take me there."

The Infernal Ice and Flame Hell: Chapter Eleven - Alleviating the Queen's Loneliness

Led by Slud, Surtr passed through a maze of corridors and arrived at a building behind the castle.

The building has no dome; the warm sunlight streams down from above, while a cold wind mixed with snowflakes blows in your face. In front of you is a vast, empty space.

Scanning the surroundings, there were five figures in total on the open space. Skadi was wandering around the open space, waving her staff, as if she was doing something.

Meanwhile, Ophelia, Saber, and two other Valkyries stood at the edge, seemingly in the audience seats.

Surtr nodded, roughly understanding what the other party wanted to do; coincidentally, she had similar thoughts.

"Your Majesty, Lord Surtr has arrived."

Slud stopped and addressed the center of the open space respectfully.

"Ah."

Skadi stopped what she was doing, nodded, looked behind the other person, and asked with a smile.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"It's quite a rare experience."

Surtr answered tactfully, which, of course, wasn't exactly lying.

"Her Majesty looks like she's had a good rest, coming for her morning exercise so early."

"Even gods will rust if they don't move around for too long."

Skadi shook her arm, looked at Surtr, and said directly.

"But it's not very interesting to be alone. It would be great if someone could keep me company."

"Hehe, it seems Your Majesty is quite lonely. Since it's your invitation, I certainly can't refuse. Besides, we'll be fighting together later, so it's essential to know the strength of one's companions."

With that, Surtr handed the birdcage to Slud beside him.

Could you please keep this for me?

"...Understood."

Slud took the birdcage with somewhat stiff movements and said solemnly.

"Thank you."

Nodding, Surtr walked toward the center of the open space.

"Humph!"

Beside him, watching the other person's back, Saber, with her arms crossed, let out a cold snort, clearly very displeased.

He had just fought his opponent yesterday, and now he's arranged this kind of duel again. Doesn't that mean he didn't let his opponent use his full strength last night?

Well, that's true, but his pride made it hard for him to accept.

To be honest, he didn't want to see his opponent again after losing.

However, he was indeed curious about just how strong the other party was, and after hesitating, he followed them anyway.

Of course, wanting to see these two guys fight like dogs is also one of the reasons.

That goddess should be taught a lesson.

Saber thought to herself.

But then he felt something was amiss. Although he was a usurper, he had at least inherited his power. How could he be defeated by a mere god? Wouldn't that mean he was inferior to the other party?

I guess we'll have to win after all.

But mere usurpers

Saber remained silent, caught in a dilemma about whose side to support.

Ophelia, standing beside him, clearly didn't have such a rich inner world. The eyepatch over her right eye had been removed, and she was staring intently at the center of the square.

Although she had faith in the Queen, the Queen was not an easy opponent.

Upon reaching the center, Surtr stomped his foot, causing the ice beneath his feet to tremble, but there was no sign of it cracking.

"This area was originally a testing ground for the Valkyries, and I just enhanced it with magic, making it strong enough to withstand battles at the level of gods."

Skadi explained.

"It's quite sturdy indeed. Let's begin. Should we stop short of death, or is it enough to keep everyone alive?"

"Surtr asked."

"After all, it's just a friendly spar, so let's go with the latter."

Skadi said with a smile, shaking the short staff in her hand.

There's no point in stopping there; the other party has too many secrets. Although she doesn't think this battle will reveal all of the other party's trump cards, she should at least get a general understanding of them.

As for whether we'll reveal our hand, all we can say is we'll do our best.

"I feel like there's something awkward about what you said."

Surtr reached out and took out the Heavenly Fire.

"However, this suits me just fine. I hope we don't lose too quickly."

Skadi wanted to see what she was capable of, and coincidentally, she had the same idea; she also wanted to see what was so different about runes released by the gods.

The all-powerful runes are probably the most unstable factor during battles between the two sides.

"of course."

"Then, be careful."

The sound echoed in the same spot, but the person had vanished without a trace. A loud explosion followed, and a circular shockwave rippled through the air.

It was as if they had teleported.

Surtr appeared directly in front of Skadi, raising her arm, crimson flames climbing up the molten gold blade.

He swung his sword.

The fiery strikes swept across the battlefield ahead, and scalding waves of air rippled outwards.

"So fast, and its power has definitely reached the level of a Noble Phantasm."

The blinding light made Ophelia squint, and she could only barely make out the other person's movements with her magic eyes.

"She unleashes such an attack right from the start? Doesn't she consider the mana cost?"

The flames in front of him had not yet dissipated.

Surtr stomped through the ground and leaped into the air. The next moment, piercing ice spikes pierced the spot where she had just stood.

The temperature, which had just risen, suddenly dropped to a level that could affect life.

At the same time, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

As the water vapor condensed, a delicate, work of art-like hexagonal snowflake rapidly took shape in Surtr's vision. Upon closer inspection, a tiny rune was etched at the center of the snowflake.

The body, suspended in mid-air, was surrounded by snowflakes.

On the ground, Skadi's body suddenly appeared, facing the sky, her outstretched hands clenched.