Chapter 107: Divine Side – The Super General of the Underworld...
At the moment, a table in the Akashic Chamber was piled with numerous books.
All of them were documents related to a medieval assassination order, which the Valkyrie sisters were currently poring over.
Brunhilde herself was browsing relevant information directly through the Akashic System.
The name recorded there for the Old Man of the Mountain was Hassan-i-Sabbah, though it was impossible to confirm if that was his real name—after all, even his appearance remained unknown.
The purpose of founding this assassination order was to eliminate the evils of humanity.
"If even the gods are among humanity's evils, fear not—strike them down!"
These words slipped from Reginleif's lips.
This was one of the order's doctrines as written in the book—a doctrine so audacious it would draw scorn from many.
Yet, this doctrine might have actually been put into practice.
When the order was on the verge of collapse, the fallen members, including its leader, were suddenly found decapitated one night.
Had they been beheaded?
Thus, a legend emerged: whenever the order strayed from its path, the first leader would appear to correct it.
"Sister, you mustn't actually go to that assassin's era!"
Even if it meant being scolded, Göll couldn't help speaking up.
After all, she had just witnessed a god who had traveled into history return as a corpse. The thought of her sister meeting the same fate terrified her.
"Don't worry, I won't act so recklessly."
Brunhilde answered with a sigh, gently patting her sister's head—her eyes were already brimming with tears.
Right now, they were in the midst of the Ragnarök battles. She couldn't afford any delays.
If this man truly possessed the power to behead gods, he could be a trump card.
After all, the ability to kill a god across time and space was proof of his immense strength—enough to make even the chief gods wary.
"Got it."
"Huh? Got what?"
Göll noticed her sister's expression—it was the look of someone who had just had a brilliant idea.
"Never mind. Reginleif, get ready. The fourth round between humans and gods is coming."
"I'm ready anytime."
Reginleif's expression turned deadly serious.
This meant the representative for humanity's fourth battle would be that man.
She had already been confirmed as his suitable candidate.
"Let's go—to the arena!"
"Eh?"
Reginleif stared in bewilderment as her elder sister walked toward the door.
The person hadn't even been summoned yet—had her sister forgotten?
No, there was no way her sister could be that forgetful. She must have some other plan.
Besides, summoning wasn't restricted to the Akashic Records. Heimdall, who also had summoning authority, could perform the ritual right then and there.
"Um, Sister, did you forget to summon someone?"
"Göll, do you really think I'm that foolish?"
"Ah, n-no, of course not..."
Under the withering glare that followed, Göll instinctively shrank back.
Her sister must have some scheme in mind.
Suddenly, her sister halted and turned around, making Göll tense up. Was she about to get scolded?
But her sister's gaze swept past her, landing on someone else.
"Hlökk, you're coming with me!"
"Huh? O-okay!"
Hlökk couldn't hide her delight at being chosen to stand by their eldest sister's side in the VIP seating for a front-row view.
"Wait, Sister! Let me go instead of Hlökk!"
Alvitr, the tenth of the Valkyrie sisters, suddenly called out, as if competing for the spot.
"Sorry, Alvitr, but Sister specifically asked for me. You should just—"
Hlökk's voice trailed off as she noticed the pained look in their eldest sister's eyes.
Not just Alvitr—even Reginleif's expression had darkened. And when she glanced at Sister Brunhilde, she caught a fleeting glimpse of guilt beneath that stern façade.
As for Göll... Hlökk didn't even bother looking. That airhead was utterly clueless.
"What's wrong, Sister?" Hlökk asked uneasily.
It was clear now—this wasn't just about watching from the sidelines.
If not that, then what? Was she being sent to the battlefield?
But hadn't Reginleif already been chosen as the representative? Wasn't she supposed to be the one fighting?
Suddenly, Hlökk's eyes widened in realization.
She might actually have to step onto the battlefield.
In truth, the selection for humanity's fourth representative hadn't been finalized yet.
"I understand, Sister. I've been mentally prepared for this all along!"
Hlökk flashed a radiant smile as she spoke.
If she were to descend into the arena, humanity would likely lose this round.
In that case, she too would turn to cosmic dust alongside the human she accompanied.
Of course, things might also take the best possible turn.
Neither she nor Reginleif would have to descend—just like the first three rounds, where humanity had slain gods through their own strength.
"Hey, what's everyone talking about?" Göll interjected anxiously, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer.
"It's nothing, Göll. Don't worry."
"How can I not worry?"
"Enough. Just leave it be."
"But..."
"No buts."
In short, they simply refused to tell her what it was, leaving Göll in a somber mood.
The arena.
Heimdall was solemnly recounting the gods' crushing defeats in the previous three battles.
"...And so, in the final battle between humanity and the gods, the fourth round—can the divine side end their three consecutive losses? Can the gods endure this?"
At this point, Heimdall took a deep breath, preparing to raise his voice for the even more provocative words to follow.
But just then, his phone buzzed—the matchup list for the fourth round had arrived.
He picked it up, and the name representing the gods' side left him utterly stunned.
Well, after three straight losses, it made sense for such a figure to step forward. This meant the gods were determined to win this round.
"...For this battle, victory is imperative. The divine side has deployed this supreme commander from the underworld—"