Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Your lover is crying in the arms of another man, and even wants to fight you with swords to protect that other man.

“You have been corrupted by Him, Brunhilde.”

All I know is that I love him.

Brunhilde looked at Sigurd with some disappointment.

This man, whom she once loved most, could only bring her endless pain due to a series of unfortunate events and the "curse" of her father.

She didn't care how much pain the other person had caused her in the past.

Because she loved him deeply.

Even just now, she still loved him terribly.

But he actually wants to kill the man who was willing to die for her and who saved her from the abyss of suffering?

“He was willing to die for me, and what about you, Sigurd?” Brunhilde’s voice rose a few octaves, a tone she always used.

"Brynhildr, that's not what I'm talking about. He's a 'beast,' a 'beast of original sin' capable of destroying human history!"

Sigurd's usually calm tone now carried a hint of barely suppressed anger.

"Do you think something like that would die just because you shot it through the heart?"

"so what?"

Brunhilde noticed the anger in Siegfried's tone, which made her even more convinced that Siegfried had ulterior motives.

Overwhelmed by love and despair, Brunhilde questioned, "Are you killing him because he's a 'beast,' or because of me?"

Brunhilde knew she was being unreasonable, but so what?

From the moment she was cursed by the Father God, stripped of her Valkyrie status, banished to the mortal realm, and sealed in the castle, she was no longer the calm and emotionless Valkyrie she once was. She felt Lin Jiu'an's body in her arms, and the warm blood flowing from his body through her hands.

Brunhilde doesn't think she needs any rationality!

Seeing Sigurd suddenly stunned, Brunhilde pressed further, "Answer me, Sigurd!"

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PS1: Do you guys dislike storylines where you have to do something in front of the victim?

If you don't like it, I won't write this kind of plot anymore. Or, if you have any ideas, feel free to bring them up, and I'll change them as long as they're reasonable.

The main problem is that I'm getting older, and I don't have the same enthusiasm I had as a member of the Y-bar in junior high school. What I used to find offensive in novels, I now find harmless about many of them, and I even quite like some of them, like the married women.

Chapter Nine Miyamoto Musashi: I'm not a perverted swordsman!

No.

Why are you two suddenly arguing?

As Lin Jiu'an, who was pretending to be dead, listened to Brunhilde's questioning, his lips twitched slightly, which he was trying to suppress.

He didn't think much when he came; he was simply worried and heartbroken to see Brunhilde looking so crazy.

The concern stemmed from the uncertainty of whether Sigurd would live or die if the other party went completely insane.

He'll be finished too.

That berserk "A Lonely Journey to the Underworld" came crashing down.

Not to mention Tokyo, she could probably sink the entire island nation.

The feeling of heartache is simply a man's instinctive reaction to seeing such a beautiful woman who has feelings for him suffering.

Therefore, Lin Jiu'an took Brunhilde's hit head-on simply because he thought Brunhilde would be able to calm down after killing her loved one.

The subsequent weakness wasn't entirely feigned.

Although he used up some magic power when he was stabbed by Meiliuqina.

However, Yusatis was hit by Morgan's spinning top, which consumed a lot of her magic power.

Brunhilde's spear pierced his heart. Although he was not a human or a god, a being with fatal organs, and would not die as long as he had enough magic power, the blow still severely injured him and consumed a considerable amount of his magic power.

After being seriously injured in succession, Lin Jiu'an is indeed somewhat weak now.

But given the current situation, Lin Jiu'an dared not wake up.

“Brynhildr, be rational,” Sigurd said in a deep voice.

Brunhilde suddenly calmed down, no longer wanting to use murderous intent to prove her "love," which pleased him; but her calmness was to protect the "Beast of Original Sin," which even made him feel a kind of anger, "It would have been better if it had been like that just now."

"I'm very sensible."

Brunhilde remained unmoved.

If she had been more rational, or if Sigurd had been more emotional, would they have caused the tragedy that happened in their lives?

Besides, what's the point of her being rational as a woman?

To be rational, to abandon Lin Jiu'an, who was willing to die for you and whose presence could free you from the torment of the "curse," and instead continue to suffer the torment of the "curse" and try to kill Sigurd, who wanted to compete with you for the Holy Grail?

"You have been corrupted by him."

Sigurd didn't waste any more words.

He charged straight at Brunhilde and engaged her in combat.

Sigurd believed.

If he kills the "beast" that controls Brunhilde, the Brunhilde he once claimed to love will return.

And gradually.

Because he needed to be distracted to protect Lin Jiu'an.

Furthermore, due to the earlier conflict, the "curse" on Zigurd weakened, and Brunhilde gradually found herself at a disadvantage.

Sudden.

Sigurd seized an opening.

She passed Brunhilde, her longsword flashing with dazzling magical light, and slashed towards Lin Jiu'an.

"stop!"

Brunhilde's beautiful eyes were filled with rage, but she didn't have time to turn around and help.

We could only watch helplessly as everything happened.

at this time.

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly burst out of the woods, narrowly blocking Sigurd's attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brunhilde also returned to Lin Jiu'an's side and joined Miyamoto Musashi in blocking Sigurd.

Seeing this, Sigurd's eyes darkened slightly, but he knew he no longer had a chance to kill that "beast".

"What's the situation now?"

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Brunhilde.

She walked through the woods for ages without finding her way out. Finally, she managed to sense Lin Jiu'an's location through a Command Seal and rushed over, only to find a man about to attack Lin Jiu'an.

"Ahem, I'll go first."

Lin Jiu'an then stopped pretending to be dead and coughed up blood twice, feigning weakness.

"Jiu'an, are you alright?"

Brunhilde's genuine surprise made Siegfried tighten his grip on the sword hilt.

Miyamoto Musashi immediately stepped forward and hugged Lin Jiu'an.

"Master, could you shrink a little?"

Miyamoto Musashi tried to pick up Lin Jiu'an, then said somewhat awkwardly, "You're so big, I can't hold a sword anymore."

The adult form of the human model is stronger in combat than the juvenile form.

However, it also consumes more magic power to maintain.

Now in a weakened state, Lin Jiu'an had long wanted to shrink. Upon hearing this, he visibly shrunk to the size of a seven or eight-year-old in front of everyone, his adult-sized shirt and pants covering him almost completely like an overcoat.

Holding the shrunken Lin Jiu'an, Miyamoto Musashi immediately rushed out of the woods.

Brunhilde didn't even glance at Sigurd.

She followed suit and withdrew.

Morgan did not activate the maze; in just a few seconds, the three of them left the woods surrounding the Linglong Pavilion.

"Are you ok?"

As soon as they stopped, Brunhilde approached with a look of concern and guilt.

"Stay away from me."

Miyamoto Musashi gripped his sword warily.

She observed the wound on Lin Jiu'an's chest during the evacuation.

That was clearly caused by a gun.

Of all the people present, Brunhilde was the only one who used a gun, and it would be hard to find another gun with such a unique design as hers.

If it weren't for the master-servant connection through Command Seals, and the fact that she could sense her master was only slightly weak due to a lack of magical energy and not in any immediate danger, she would have drawn her sword and fought Brunhilde right then and there.

"It's nothing, it's a misunderstanding."

Lin Jiu'an waved his hand, looked at Brunhilde who was almost crying with guilt, and forced a smile.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. You know I'm a 'beast,' not a human."

"Human fatalities are not too serious for me."

Lin Jiu'an coughed twice more as he spoke, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Under Brunhilde's increasingly guilty gaze, he smiled and said, "It's just that my size has shrunk a bit. It will recover in a while."

"There's no need to feel guilty. After all, we're only temporary allies. If you really lose your mind, it will be troublesome for me, the one who drank the elixir under your watchful eye. I'm doing this mainly for my own sake."

"sorry."

Brunhilde felt even more guilty upon hearing this, and her gaze towards Lin Jiu'an softened further.

She felt as if she had drunk several bottles of "love potion," and wanted to hold Lin Jiu'an in her arms.

But as soon as she moved closer, Miyamoto Musashi gripped his sword and stared at her coldly.

"Take one more step and I will kill you."

Brunhilde could only stop and look pitifully at Lin Jiu'an.

"Alright, that's enough for tonight. You should go back and report this to your Master."

After Lin Jiu'an finished speaking, he weakly closed his eyes.

Brunhilde didn't want to leave him.

But seeing Miyamoto Musashi staring at her warily, Brunhilde could only sigh inwardly.

Why isn't he my Master?

"Then I'll go first."

Brunhilde spoke softly, but received no response, and could only turn and leave dejectedly.

And so on until Brunhilde's presence completely disappeared from sight.

Miyamoto Musashi then said, "Alright, stop pretending, you scumbag Master, Lancer is already gone."

What is a "scumbag"?

Lin Jiu'an opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"If you're going to act, you have to go all the way, right?"

It's impossible for him to be willing to die one second to bring Brunhilde back to her senses, and then suddenly be jumping up and down full of energy the next second, right?

"I can only sense that you are deceiving women's feelings," Miyamoto Musashi said with disdain.

"You wouldn't understand matters of the heart, you infatuated swordswoman."

"What do you mean by 'obsessed swordsman'?! You scumbag who likes toy with women's hearts!"