I'm really not an old sword

As for unnecessary thinking, she had no way to do it after being cursed. And before being cursed, as an emotionally indifferent Valkyrie, she was always fighting for the God-King and had no ability to think.

“Before I met him, I thought the world was gray, but after meeting him, my world became colorful.”

"As long as it's related to him, as long as it's for him, I will be happy no matter what I do."

"I would worry that he would be angry with me. I would think about him all the time. I would observe what he likes and dislikes. I would change myself for him. He is everything to me."

Sajo Aika smiled and glanced at Ayaka beside her.

Were these words spoken to Brunhilde?

No, on the contrary, she had never considered Brunhilde as someone who might seduce Saber, otherwise she would not have made a contract with her just to avoid using the Command Seals.

In her eyes, she was just a passing scene destined to be short-lived.

But, Ayaka Sajo, my own sister!

Hate.

She knew everything about the scene of her birth, how she cried and laughed, what she liked and what she hated, but no matter what, they were all insignificant to her.

It's of no value at all.

But this morning?!

When she thought of that scene, Ai Ge felt an emotion, an emotion that made her feel very uncomfortable.

She actually seduced Saber, and Saber actually got an erection.

He had never had an erection on himself!

Aige didn't understand what she was feeling at that time, but she felt that she could not let her go.

However, because I promised Saber to be a good child, I cannot do anything that Saber thinks is excessive.

So in the end, she said as if claiming sovereignty: "So, I think your love is more like a desire."

"Desire?"

Brunhilde lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"So that's it."

As if she had made up her mind, she clenched her hands into fists.

Chapter 17 Love Song What are you doing? !

Looking at the pure white ceiling.

Lin Qingsu wants to go home.

Although there is a woman at home who is playful, sloppy, unreliable, likes to stir up trouble, and can be said to be a collection of all the shortcomings of the world's "human evil", and has no good qualities except that she fits his aesthetic taste.

But it was real, at least better than him lying in bed like a waste, being taken care of by people who were destined to have no social life.

"Click."

"Brunhildr?"

"Ah."

Brunhilde came in with the food, put the tray on the table, and then walked over with concern.

"You don't look good."

I'm scared to see you.

"Where's Aige?"

"She took her sister to buy groceries."

Ai Ge?! What are you doing, Ai Ge?

Why are you only looking at Ayaka and ignoring Brunhilde?

Don’t you know which one is more dangerous, an elementary school student or a mature woman?

I've already said that I like mature and plump women like Brunhilde!

"How did you come?"

No matter what, Lin Qingsu didn't want to die at Brunhilde's hands.

"I just did this."

Thinking back to what Aika Sajo had said to her in the morning.

Come to think of it, she was just like what the song about love said, she only knew how to ask for and be loved, and never gave anything in return.

Brunhilde wants to change herself and wants to give.

"I feed you."

When I came to my senses, Brunhilde was already sitting by the bed with a plate in her hand.

'Actually, I can eat by myself now.'

Looking at Brunhilde's eyes filled with indescribable emotions, Lin Qingsu closed her mouth from the bottom of her heart.

Brunhilde sat on the edge of the bed, her plump buttocks tightly wrapped in her home clothes into the shape of a peach, and a perfect S-shaped curve when viewed from the side.

"Come on, ah."

Like taking care of a child.

Have to admit.

Judging from the appearance alone, the tall and mature Brunhilde looks more like someone who can take care of others than Aige. If the three of them go out together, everyone will regard Brunhilde as a wife and Aige as a sister.

But, Zhang Wuji's mother once said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

Compared to the gifted Ai Ge, Lin Qingsu was very suspicious that Brunhilde was here to test her nucleic acid.

Every time he opened his mouth, he was nervous, afraid that she would suddenly go crazy and stick the fork into his throat.

"Thank you, it's delicious."

After finishing the noodles, looking at Brunhilde's expectant eyes, Lin Qingsu forced a smile.

He felt that he would have a shadow over pasta in the future.

It's not that Brunhilde's cooking was bad. To be honest, she was actually quite talented in cooking. It's just that when he was eating, he was afraid that Brunhilde would lose control and kill him, and use a particularly cruel method - directly piercing his throat from the inside out with a fork - that kind of uneasy feeling made him feel like he was playing a horror game.

Playing Russian roulette with five bullets is easier than this.

"As long as you like it."

Brunhilde smiled with relief.

Simple and beautiful.

There wasn't a trace of emotion mixed with curses and desires, it was like a child who had finally done something that was praised by an adult.

"This is my first time doing something like this, and I always feel like I won't be able to do it well."

Lin Qingsu was a little dazed, and then felt ashamed of her previous vigilance.

"You will definitely be a perfect wife in the future."

"Y-really?"

Brunhilde smoothed her hair to hide her panic.

The earlobes were dyed pink.

He turned around and bent down hurriedly to pick up the dishes, but because he was too flustered, he didn't finish picking up the dishes for a while.

Looking at the pair of tight buttocks wrapped in the skirt, ready to burst out, facing away from him.

After a long and arduous struggle with willpower, Lin Qingsu, who was declared defeated, closed her eyes in pain relying on her last bit of willpower.

"correct."

Brunhilde, who had picked up the dishes, remembered something and turned around.

Under Lin Qingsu's puzzled and intense gaze, she leaned over with a slightly blushing face and gently kissed his forehead.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Qingsu felt that it would be better for her to die.

"Oh, did I do something wrong?"

"I can't say it's wrong, on the contrary... Never mind, may I ask why you did this?"

“Because that’s what it says on the Internet.”

Did you search on Baidu?

"...Can you tell me what you're looking at?"

The Holy Grail had implanted modern knowledge into their brains when they descended, so using a smartphone was not difficult for her.

Brunhilde flipped through her phone and held it up to show him, "This is it."

How to take care of a sick baby?

Note that the word "baby" is in double quotes.

Whether it's cooking or kissing the forehead, it's all written.

The first page was normal, but Lin Qingsu looked at the broken part and raised her hand to click on the second page.

After a brief refresh, the message "Remember to kiss the forehead before leaving" appeared. "Note, only kiss the forehead! Don't do anything else. You can twist your hips with your back. In short, you must accumulate the baby's anger. This is not only a psychological therapy that will make him want to recover faster, but also can increase the relationship between you and the baby~" The following pictures and content are even more unsightly yet eye-catching.

"Have you read the rest of the article?"

"Ugh?"

Brunhilde looked surprised, as if to say, "There's a second page?"

"Forget it, don't look at it."

For her own safety, Lin Qingsu closed the page.

"I think it would be better for you to ask other girls."

Chapter 18 Marisbilly and Mellie

「1991年，1月28日，AM11：55」

The impact of the Battle of Tokyo Bay Temple on Tokyo was not as great as imagined.

The news reports said it was a gas explosion.

Thanks to the fact that the Internet was not well developed at that time, news was not widely spread, and even many people in Tokyo did not know what happened. They just thought that the weather suddenly turned very bad that day.

Various experts appeared in newspapers and on television, all of them saying that it was a mirage or some other strange phenomenon. Some even said seriously that the United States troops had a secret laboratory near Tokyo Bay where they were researching some secret weapons, and that they were primarily responsible for the phenomenon that day.

In addition, there were no civilian casualties and the compensation was sufficient.

In short, everything was peaceful and prosperous, and Tokyo returned to its former peace.

A cafe in Ginza.

The interior decoration is elegant and quiet, with soothing piano music playing, which forms a sharp contrast with the busy streets outside through the soundproof windows.

A man and two women pushed the door open and walked in.

The man had fluffy blond hair and pale eyes. He looked foreign, yet he had the softness of an oriental person. Just looking at him gave people a warm and friendly feeling.

The two women around him, one big and one small, one green and one gold, are naturally beautiful beauties.

The yawning waiter's eyes lit up.

She put on a suitable smile and walked forward to welcome them to their seats and see if she could get the man's cell phone number, but she saw the three of them walk straight up to a couple.

They are a foreign couple with both white hair and look to be in their twenties.

"Marisbilly?"

"it's me."