I'm really not an old sword

Wait until the Master and Lin Qingsu return to their rooms to rest.

Brunhilde had just returned to her bedroom and took out the stacks of comics and novels she had bought that morning from her bag.

Then he fell into deep thought.

Although she had only scratched the surface of the modern knowledge bestowed by the Holy Grail, she sensed something was amiss from the names and covers of those comics.

What do "発情ベイビー" and "ポルノスイッチ" mean?

Not to mention, the women on the covers of those comics were all dressed in ways that were extremely embarrassing for her to see.

Even though Brunhilde was a Valkyrie who was emotionless and knew only war and slaughter when she was alive, she felt something was wrong when she acted like a "puppet" with a thin sense of self.

Even if she hasn't seen pork, she has seen pigs run. It's just that her previous identity has made her emotionally indifferent for too long. It's not that she doesn't even know about the relationship between men and women.

But after hesitating for a while, Brunhilde picked up a comic book with a relatively normal name and cover.

Heroic spirits do not need to sleep.

And now, whenever she closed her eyes, all she thought about was that man, and she couldn't calm down and rest at all.

But I picked up the book and read for a while.

Brunhilde's breathing became rapid and she threw the book away in a panic.

"be cheated."

Even as she thought about it, Brunhilde couldn't take her eyes off him.

She imagined the scenes in the comics, but replaced the male and female protagonists with her and Saber.

"Go ahead, don't you love him? Go ahead, go to his room, take off his clothes, sit on him, like the heroine in the comics does, and let him feel your burning love~"

"Like, hate, like, hate... Kill him, kill him, if you kill him you won't be in so much pain!"

Angels and demons seemed to dance in her mind.

Brunhilde covered her head in pain.

Fine beads of sweat soon appeared on his smooth forehead and his breathing became rapid.

After a long time, Brunhilde's breathing finally stabilized.

He staggered out of bed, ran to the bathroom, picked up the faucet, turned it to the lowest temperature, and pointed it at himself.

Bone-chilling cold water sprayed from the showerhead.

Bathing in it, the cold water droplets hit every inch of her skin, as if spreading white mist, absorbing and evaporating her burning body temperature.

The rise and fall of the chest gradually stabilized.

After a long time, Brunhilde opened her eyes and stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

His body was soaked, and the coat draped over his body was shining through.

Brunhilde suddenly remembered the comic she had just read. The heroine in the comic played various games with the hero on the beach.

"If we keep going on like this, we won't be able to accomplish anything in the end."

Have you done anything noteworthy since you were born?

It has always been killing and fighting.

Fighting alongside her fellow Valkyrie sisters, she finally gained emotions, an identity and emotions different from those of a Valkyrie, but she still did wrong things.

"I..."

She wants to learn how to love, to learn how to suppress her desires, and to learn how to repay the man who is always gentle to her.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes.

I went back to the bedroom, closed the curtains, and took off my wet clothes.

"There are no missions tonight, and even if the enemy attacks for two consecutive nights, we can put on the magic armor and it won't cause any trouble."

Thinking about the reasons that she would never accept under normal circumstances.

I plan to pick out a few comics that depict home life.

However, she still convinced herself that she was only reading comics to learn how to be a good wife.

But after reading so many comics, I feel more and more uncomfortable choosing.

Finally, Brunhilde simply sat there and flipped through the books one by one.

Calm down, don't think, just learn.

Late at night, the only sound in the bedroom was the rustling of pages turning.

I don’t know when the pile of things that I have already seen has piled up very high.

Finally, as the last page ended, Brunhilde put down the last book and finished reading all the comics she bought in the morning.

"Arthur..."

Brunhilde murmured with her eyes lowered.

Various images kept repeating in my mind.

He entered the bathroom, buried himself in the ice water, let the freezing water wrap himself up, and stared at the water surface in silence for a while.

Then he stood up and left his room.

......

‘Crack! ’

The door handle was turned but it made a locking sound.

Lin Qingsu woke up.

He looked towards the door with a slightly frown, then relaxed.

He was attacked by Ayaka at night because he was too weak due to lack of magic power. He has been on guard ever since then.

Want to attack him at night? Dream on! A Saint Seiya can't be defeated by the same trick twice.

‘Crack! ’

The lock is unlocked.

Not Ayaka? Enemy attack?

Lin Qingsu was shocked.

The wind blew through the corridor and blew open the door.

Brynhildr was revealed, standing quietly in the corridor.

The moonlight from the corridor poured down on her.

Looking at Brunhilde who was wet and naked, Brunhilde stared at him with dark eyes without a trace of emotion.

Lin Qingsu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, almost couldn't breathe when she saw her appearance.

"Brynhildr? Are you... okay?"

"Arthur."

Brunhilde simply called his name softly.

A smile appeared.

The smile was very sweet, so sweet that it didn't seem like an expression that Brunhilde, who always had a gentle and sad expression, could make.

Then she took a step forward.

'despair. ’

Water droplets fell from the ends of her hair and hit the ground along with her wet footsteps.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Qingsu.

With that smile, a smile appeared in her emotionless and indifferent eyes, a smile that gradually became morbid.

"Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur..."

"???"

what happened?

It was the first time that Lin Qingsu discovered that beautiful women could also make people feel fear.

Until Brunhilde came to the bedside.

Lin Qingsu then realized that she was not the Muggle "Lin Qingsu" but "Old Sword".

"I don't know what's going on, but please calm down."

As he spoke, looking at Brunhilde who was unable to calm herself down, Lin Qingsu knew that tonight would not end well.

I can only force her to calm down first.

Just as he was drawing the magic power, Lin Qingsu suddenly felt a magic power in his body that did not belong to him.

Before he could react, the magical power instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.

It was as if the incarnation of chains had sealed away all the magic power in his body.

After being stunned for a while, and then feeling the magic power, Lin Qingsu suddenly realized that it was the magic power from the rose that he absorbed yesterday.

"Merry I *** you ***!"

Chapter 24: Night Raid Valkyrie

To be honest, Lin Qingsu had never thought about Meili.

Although that woman had a terrible reputation, Lin Qingsu never thought that she was worthy of her attention.

Even the substitute old sword is the same.

To put it bluntly, the rose before just made him feel a little embarrassed, and it actually had no effect on him at all. As for whether there would be anything that needed him in the future.

What does the matter between Jiu Jian and Meili have to do with me, Lin Qingsu?

Anyway, he would be leaving in a few days, so it was none of his business if Mary wanted to use the old sword.

But he never expected that Mary was waiting for him here.

His body was composed entirely of magic power, and the magic power was sealed. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary person who was powerless.

He looked at Brunhilde who was approaching step by step in despair.

Wait, there is still a chance, as long as we call Aika Satiao over, we can turn the tables!

Lin Qingsu's eyes lit up.

Brunhilde seemed to understand his thoughts. She waved her hand and cast the runes of Rune, which turned into a soundproof and perception-shielding barrier that sealed around the house.

"Arthur..."

Brunhilde uttered a different tone again.

This time it was satisfaction.

Cast Rune of Rune again.

The bed sheet suddenly curled up from the four corners and turned into four chains that bound Lin Qingsu's limbs, tying him to the bed in a "spread" shape.

Lin Qingsu was completely speechless.

Mary, just wait for me, don't let me meet you in the simulation.

"Arthur."

Brunhilde walked over slowly with a smile.

Lin Qingsu closed her eyes resignedly.

Unexpectedly, he did not die on the bed, but died on the bed, at the hands of a woman.

If this were history, future generations who read this passage would probably misunderstand what erotic story had taken place between them, leaving behind the erotic and ironic legend that King Arthur died on a woman's belly.

pity.

Thinking with self-mockery, Lin Qingsu quietly waited for death to come.