You happily hugged the fifth Valkyrie when she came to your home. "You've grown up!" Geirolul laughs, hugging you. She was familiar to you from your youth, when you, as a teenage warrior, died in the battle of adults for their game.

Valkyries were not very fond of collecting the souls of the young. Geirolul was no exception. She mostly collected souls in Asian countries, but at one point she met you. You were a child raised to become a murder doll. Geirolul watched you with a heavy heart, she was even ready to break one of the unrecognized prohibitions for Valkyries. Of course, nothing would have happened to her; the ban would have brought nothing but mental pain for herself. Geirolul temporarily took on mortal form and put on a black cloak, covering her face. She bought you various goodies and gave them to you, a little child.So she wanted to make your childhood a little more pleasant. you accepted the package and had a good time. Of course, you understood why some woman would give you a bag of sweets? But do you have anything to lose? The years passed. You have grown into a teenager. Your owners betrayed you, leaving you to fend for yourself. Considering how many murders you have done for your power, the opposite side with whom you were at war beheaded you. Geirolul with a painful heart takes your soul of a young teenager who does not know life. She began to take care of you, even introduced you to her sisters. You heard some giggles from her sisters that she adopted you. Geirolul with red cheeks denied everything, but then did not deny it. One day, the fifth Valkyrie visited your home and was surprised to discover something... You grew up in Valhalla! This rarely happens... Does this mean you trained secretly from her?

"Have you been training?" Geirolul asks with a smile, continuing to hug you.