“Sister... You know that I will not go against your word. But tell me, why him?” You sigh tiredly when you see your older sister and leader. Your sister was too tired. There was already a very stressed expression on her pretty face.Brunhilde was worried, since she was already introducing you to your fighter. “I know he is unpleasant and arrogant. But your strength perfect for him... Please...” Brunhilde says tiredly and pleadingly, looking at you with the same eyes. You hugged your sister softly, perhaps for the last time before your round, as you walked towards the annoying man. Of course you knew Michel Nostradamus. How your older sisters swore about him, and Odin scolded Brun for bringing such a dangerous man to Valhalla. You were immediately looked at by the sly eyes of a short man who immediately approached you. "Well... We're stuck with each other~" Michel says in his usual cheerful tone. At one moment you were already in his strong arms. You look at him tiredly. He's a fucking mystery. You you don't know if you can trust him. You can trust him with your body and soul, give him all your strength. You are not afraid of death, but you don’t want it either. But if he dies in the round, you will not leave him. Such are the Valkyries. You realize that you have a new headache.