Chapter 83 - Witch’s Forest 3 (2/2)

“Why did you not tell this story to Tinia and Silvia?”

“I thought that they were better off not knowing it. Honestly speaking, I was afraid the two of them would resent me after learning the truth.”

No matter his decision, Tinia and Silvia were precious to Sieg, more so than his own life.

They were simply distant descendants of his, but they were still the fruit of his love with Brynhild.

Sieg looked after the two girls until they reached adulthood and handed Tabris down to the eldest

It was one of the treasures the Evil Dragon Fafnir was hiding.

Tabris held the power of the Green Dragon, and it was now wielded by Tinia, the descendant of the Valkyrie Brynhild.

“But why did you leave their side? Don’t you need to protect them until the end if they mean the world to you?”

“There were people who were persistently tracking my whereabouts. They are an association of fanatics called Pronoia. I had to erase all traces of myself before they found out about Tinia and Silvia.”

In the end, Sieg returned to the location where he had awakened, the Witch’s Forest.

Soon afterwards, Kriemhild emerged from her seal and the two of them reunited.

“The ruins where you were sleeping, is it Medusa’s Temple?”

“That’s right. That’s also where Brynhild’s tomb is hidden.”

Its location was right beneath the abandoned monastery, where the witch’s original chapel was located.

The monastery was built when people expanded the chapel after the War of Gods and Demons.

‘He doesn’t seem to be lying.’

After listening to Sieg’s story, Woohyuk slowly nodded.

Many complicated incidents and events were linked, but everything still made sense.

There was just a single question left now.

As Woohyuk opened his mouth to ask, Tinia took the lead and began speaking first.

“So, what is this request you have for me?”

“...Please forgive me, Tinia. You too, Silvia.”

Sieg stabbed his longsword in the ground and got down to his knees.

Seeing her husband, Kriemhild made an irritated face.

“Why are you demanding their forgiveness? You should be asking for their gratitude instead since you saved them from monsters and raised them yourself.”

“The reason Silvia and Tinia went through all those hardships is due to my mistake.”

A tragic story that began when he offered Brynhild the Andvaranaut.

It was already too late, but he wished to demand forgiveness now, or else he would never receive it.

As Sieg continued keeping his head down in front of the sisters, Kriemhild’s face gradually turned red in anger.

“Seriously… The things you do really annoy me, as if you’re doing it purposefully. Remember when you asked me if you could bury Brynhild’s coffin beneath my chapel? I found that absolutely sickening, but I endured it. And now, it’s the same with these girls. I really want to lock them up in the torture room and torment them until their last day, but I’m enduring it. Just when can I stop living like this?”

Kriemhild had always been jealous of Brynhild, even to this day, mainly because Brynhild still lived inside Sieg’s heart.

But now, even their descendants had trespassed in her house, and this dramatic scene was happening before her eyes.

“Kriemhild, I…”

“Shut it! Don’t forget that I’m the Witch of Envy! As long as I wish for it, I can commit all kinds of acts! I only behaved obediently this whole time because of you!”

As emotions took over her reasoning, Kriemhild raised her staff and aimed at Sieg.

The mana that was surrounding Sieg was immediately absorbed into the staff.

“Are you planning on killing these kids, Kriemhild!?”

Sieg was stupefied and asked as he lost his strength and fell to the floor.

“Yeah, that’s right. I don’t want to live in Brynhild’s shadow anymore. Tell me honestly. Don’t you also wish to free yourself from her? Don’t worry. I’ll soon liberate you from her chains.”

As she raised her staff high in the air, the corners of Kriemhild’s mouth rose.

Mana was instantly released and expanded outwards.

The mercenaries who were silently waiting outside all gained a headache and one by one, they pummelled to the ground.

“Urgh…”

“This pain! My head is splitting apart…”

They had been debuffed by Kriemhild’s magic.

However, having used the Saint’s Potion in advance, none of them fell into a confused state nor did they faint.

“Huh? Why aren’t they attacking each other? Is it because I overused my skill right after waking up?”

“Those weak attacks won’t work on us, Kriemhild.”

“So it indeed is your handiwork. Alright. Since we were both allies, I tried to deal with things without resorting to violence as much as I could. But now that things have come to this…”

Kriemhild dropped her head and began whistling.

Soon afterwards, a ground-reverberating sound rang out and a gargantuan silhouette appeared beyond the bushes.

‘A cyclops…? No, is it a nephilim?’

A monster born from a fallen angel and a female giant.

They were outrageous beings that would eat anything they could put their hands on.

“Grrrrr…”

The nephilim roared and raised its trident. The surrounding monsters abruptly began attacking the mercenaries.

“Kyaaak!”

“Kiiiek!!”

However, the mercenaries were still barely resisting Kriemhild’s debuff magic.

The only members who could freely move around were the descendants of Valkyrie Brynhild, Tinia and Silvia, along with the successor of Asura, Woohyuk.

“There are too many of them!”

“What do we do?”

“Don’t worry.”

As Tinia and Silvia began to panic, Woohyuk summoned an army of undead soldiers.

Seeing that scene, Kriemhild’s expression showed interest and curiosity.

“A necromancer? Don’t tell me you are that pathetic Nakron’s successor.”

“Unfortunately, that is the case.”

Nakron was a spirit that belonged to the Divine Throne system, and he was also Woohyuk’s patron, despite the fact that he had only met him once till this day.

“Goodness gracious… You’re planning to challenge the Divine Thrones even as a demon? Never have I ever heard of such a ridiculous plan. Do you even think it’s possible?”

“It is. It’s definitely possible.”

Amongst the empty thrones, there was a single one that demons could challenge.

The Demon God’s Throne.

To reach that seat, he had to deal with small fries like her with ease.

As he steeled his heart, Woohyuk slowly parted his lips.