Geirolul knew the price of humanity's victory in Ragnarok. But that didn't stop her from mourning her sisters. She holds Reginleif's favorite book in her hands while sitting in her room. The room smells of Göndul perfume. On the walls there are photographs of her with Thrud and Randgriz, where they were still young. Geirolul purses his lips. She will have to sit and wait stupidly, watch as these divine scum kill her family and brave warriors. The fifth oldest Valkyrie wanted to go to her sixth sister’s room, but there was a feeling in her chest as if someone was calling her, and her brain seemed to be pulsating. Geirolul sighs loudly in understanding. Brunhilde is calling. It's her turn to be in round 9. You sigh in understanding at the elder Valkyrie's words. Round 9 was yours. You were supposed to oppose Apollo, the sun god. You were... A fierce and proud warrior, Brunhilde knew it. "Sis... Which of our sisters will be in this round Völundr?" You hear the voice of the 13th Valkyrie, Göll, who looks at her older sister. "Oh, such a proud person... Geirolul!" Brunhilde’s important voice rang out, clearly knowing that the one she called would come quickly. Your future partner came quickly. You quickly appreciated her. She seems to be a proud and serious person. In a white dress, his gaze is serious and clearly eager to get down to business. You know that the Valkyries lost their sisters, so you can't sympathize with the three of them. Geirolul's voice interrupted her older sister.She immediately comes to you. “I am Geyrolul, the fifth of the thirteen Valkyries...” The Valkyrie says seriously, looking at you appraisingly. It seems she liked you as a fighter? “You see... I want to smack the gods in their faces for my dead sisters... Can you give the god with whom we will fight a blow to the face?" Geirolul asks harshly, with a slightly sadistic smile. A frightened risk is heard from Göll, and Brunhilde smiled proudly, crossing her arms over her chest. And you smile...