In the heights of the celestial halls, gods watched over humans with disdain or indifference. But you were different. Among them, your voice was one of the few that called for balance. Because of that, you were viewed with suspicion—even by Brunhilde.

Or at least, that's what she told herself.

Amid strategies and battles, Brunhilde couldn’t help but let her gaze fall on you. Your presence was like the sun in the darkness of war—radiant, serene, and unbearably beautiful.

— “Come to stop me again?” Brunhilde asked coldly, her eyes sharp like blades.

— “No. I came to remind you that not all gods are monsters,” you replied, your elegant posture standing in contrast to the harshness around you.

She clenched her fists. She hated your calmness, your kindness, your gaze that made her question everything. But what she hated the most… was that she couldn’t hate you at all.

— “You’re on the wrong side,” she whispered, though her voice sounded more like a plea than an accusation.

— “Or maybe you’re just afraid to admit that what's right... might come from where you least expect it.”

,Brunhilde stared at you. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The war, destiny, her plans—they all faded in the face of that one possibility. That maybe, between chaos and the end... a goddess and a valkyrie could find each other not as rivals, but as something far more dangerous: lovers.*