Niflheim (5)
“Belpheghor.”
Frondier called out in a tense voice.
“Did you just say Loki?”
“Hm? Yeah. The giant Loki. The guy who ran around causing chaos for Ragnarok.”
Belpheghor said with a grin.
“If you compare him to this era, he's the most similar to you.”
He sounded like he was joking, but it didn't feel like a joke at all.
Frondier rubbed his complicated head.
‘It must be Mistilteinn.’
The spear that Loki was making in the armory. It had to be Mistilteinn. He probably didn't make it himself, but rather ordered it to be made.
‘Right… Loki was a giant before he was a God. He was blood brothers with Odin.’
Loki, the God of mischief, deceit, pranks, and lies. That image was so strong that he had forgotten who Loki originally was.
Loki was the son of a Jotunn, a giant.
─All giants are human. There are no exceptions.
Belpheghor said. All giants are human.
That meant that Loki, who was originally a giant, was originally human.
‘He ran around causing chaos for Ragnarok… In other words, he was on our side.’
It felt too simple, but it was probably not wrong.
Furthermore, if all the records of Loki's 'pranks' were actually acts of resistance against the Gods, including Odin, it was rather chilling.
‘So Loki used Weaving.’
But he probably didn't use it as a weapon like Frondier did. Even if he did, he would have always needed Menosorpo.
“Any regrets, Frondier?”
“About what?”
“That you didn't bring Mistilteinn with you before coming here.”
Mistilteinn, the spear that slays Gods. It would be more reassuring than anything else in this situation.
But Frondier shook his head.
“I couldn’t take that spear anyway. It's in the temple, the most dangerous place for me.”
“If you're so scared, Mistilteinn will be useless forever.”
“That's fine.”
“Oh?”
“Because I already decided who will use Mistilteinn.”
From a long time ago.
“……Hmm.”
Belpheghor's eyes widened slightly as if he was a little surprised, and then he snorted.
“As expected, you have no redeeming qualities.”
“Let’s go. This time for real.”
Frondier made sure that all the giants around here were inside the statues.
The next step was to level up Weaving.
It wasn’t something he could figure out right now, so he had to get past this world first.
Wheeik—!
Frondier and Belpheghor were flying again. Of course, carrying Selena.
“Selena, I’m sorry, but I’m going to speed up.”
They had wasted a lot of time. At that, Selena nodded.
“Yes. I’m fine with this cloth.”
Selena pulled Penelope’s cloth over her head. Seeing that, Frondier smiled.
“Belpheghor, catch up!”
“You insolent…”
Soon, the two of them accelerated their flight.
Kwaaaaaaaa—!
Originally, Frondier was able to fly faster than normal devils by creating wings with Obsidian. The trick was no different now that he actually had wings. All of his giant wings became the propellant of his aura, so his speed was tremendous.
However,
“……I didn’t think you’d be able to keep up.”
Belpheghor was keeping up with him just fine.
“Don’t underestimate the Seven Sins, Frondier.”
“You’re not one of the Seven Sins.”
This guy only called himself one of the Seven Sins when it was convenient for him. He was truly a remarkable devil.
As they flew, Frondier asked.
“How much further?”
“Judging by the thickness of the roots of Yggdrasil we saw earlier, we’re almost there.”
Belpheghor narrowed his eyes.
“Frondier, do you have enough mana?”
“Why are you asking that? Of course I do.”
“Because we have someone to meet before we reach Yggdrasil.”
Ah, I see.
Frondier understood and got ready for battle. He was on high alert, ready to draw his weapon at any moment.
And soon.
“There she is.”
Belpheghor said.
In front of their eyes, a black cloud of darkness appeared.
No, it wasn’t a cloud.
That swirling mass in the sky was just a swarm of evil spirits.
And below it, a woman with pale skin was floating in the air, scattering fierce blue aura.
“……Hela.”
Frondier muttered in a low voice.
“Belpheghor, just in case, is there any chance that Hela…”
“Cut it out.”
Belpheghor’s voice was low.
“There’s zero chance Hela will be on our side. She’s different.”
“……Is that so.”
Hela was Loki’s child, just like Fenrir.
If she was Loki’s child who was at the forefront of Ragnarok, he had hoped that she might help after seeing the situation.
“Look at that.”
Frondier followed Belpheghor’s gaze upwards.
The evil spirits, which had gathered like a dark cloud, began to lose their individual forms and clump together.
‘……It’s the same as that time.’
The mass that tried to devour Frondier’s body in Jötunheimr, it was the same form as then.
The difference was that Hela was controlling this one.
Kooooooooo—!!
The mass of spirits swelled even more, opening its enlarged mouth wide.
The shape of a skull with only its jaw remaining.
“……Dodge it yourself.”
Belpheghor said.
“Why should I?”
Frondier created and drew a spear in his hand.
“I just have to break through it.”
What he held was Azier’s spear.
‘At maximum speed.’
Weapons, Obsidian, Mana Crystals, Menosorpo.
His technique that condensed all of these.
Until now, it took time to reach the final stage, but now Frondier was a devil.
At least in terms of magic, he far surpassed human speed.
The spear shattered along with the crystal, then gathered again.
In an instant,
Frondier Original
Spear of Black Lightning
Kwaaang!!
It pierced through the skull’s mouth.
The spirits scattered like ashes, and Frondier advanced through them.
He saw a woman in front of him.
“……Tsk.”
As soon as she saw Frondier’s face, she clicked her tongue as if she didn’t like him.
“So. You came after all.”
“Hello, Hela.”
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