The Recorder of Type-Moon History

Kevin's sharp instincts as a goshawk weren't dulled in the slightest as he scrutinized the woman before him, who had just ensnared him with her ice arrows. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer: this was not his master, Scathach.

It was Skadi, the daughter of Shaki, the mountain giant, and wielder of ice and snow.

But the resemblance was uncanny—80% similarity! Waist-length purple hair, a goddess-like beauty, and a presence so striking it was impossible to miss...

Kevin's feathers ruffled in frustration. Loki! He could almost see the god's mischievous smirk as he recalled Loki's cryptic warning that he'd recognize Skadi immediately.

"Loki, just wait until I get back to Asgard! You owe me an explanation for this!" Kevin thought, his mind racing.

The resemblance was so striking that Kevin's first glimpse of Skadi had sent him into a stunned daze. He'd even been too distracted to dodge the ice arrow that immobilized him.

Skadi, meanwhile, seemed delighted by her "capture." Holding the goshawk tightly in her arms, she frowned as Kevin struggled to free himself.

"Don't move!" she exclaimed, her tone sharp yet oddly pleasant. She conjured an ice blade and pressed it lightly against Kevin's neck.

"I said, don't move! Otherwise, I'll kill you."

Kevin, feeling the chill of the blade, glared at her but quickly folded his wings, lowering his head in feigned submission. Fine! You win this round.

Skadi's stern demeanor melted into a satisfied smile. With a flick of her wrist, she transformed the ice blade into an elegant birdcage, placing Kevin inside.

"Good bird," she teased.

Kevin hesitated but stepped into the cage with a huff, his pride as a warrior taking a massive blow.

Skadi carried the birdcage to a nearby tree and sat beneath its icy branches. She conjured a small icicle and began poking Kevin with it, clearly entertained by his indignant squawks.

At first, Kevin ignored her antics, but after the third poke, he snapped, biting the icicle cleanly in half.

"Hehehe..." Skadi's laughter rang out, her long purple hair swaying in the breeze. "You're feisty. I like that."

Kevin flapped his wings irritably, chirping loudly in protest.

"Alright, alright," she said, finally relenting. "I won't tease you anymore." She tilted her head thoughtfully. "You know, my father caused a lot of trouble recently. He captured the goddess Idun from Asgard..."

At the mention of Idun, Kevin's curiosity piqued. He perked up, listening intently as Skadi continued.

"Sister Idun is kind and beautiful," Skadi said with a wistful sigh. "Even though she's our prisoner, she still talks to me. She tells me stories about the outside world... about the Aesir gods."

Kevin's sharp eyes studied her as she spoke, noting the conflicted expression on her face.

"My father captured her because he wanted the golden apples," Skadi explained. "They say they grant eternal youth. But when I asked Sister Idun if I could eat one, she said no."

Kevin cocked his head, his sharp beak tapping the bars of the birdcage.

"She said only the Aesir gods are allowed to eat the golden apples. She said I wasn't a god... not truly."

Skadi's voice grew quieter, tinged with sadness. She placed her palm against the birdcage, her crimson eyes meeting Kevin's.

"I know she's telling the truth, but... it hurt to hear."

Kevin felt a pang of sympathy. For all her power and beauty, Skadi seemed trapped in a world where she didn't belong.

Yet something didn't sit right. Why is she telling me all this?

The realization hit him like a thunderclap. Skadi was watching him closely, her crimson eyes gleaming with a knowing smile.

She knows.

Kevin's heart sank. The goshawk feather was supposed to make him unrecognizable—even to gods. Yet somehow, Skadi had seen through it.

"Let's go home," Skadi said suddenly, standing and lifting the birdcage.

Kevin, still reeling from his realization, had no choice but to comply.

As they walked, Kevin found himself studying her. The way her long purple hair caught the fading light reminded him so much of Scathach.

Master... Kevin's thoughts drifted to his time in the Shadow Kingdom. What would Scathach think if she saw him like this? Would she be proud? Or would she laugh at his predicament?

By the time they reached the castle, the sun was dipping below the horizon. As they passed through the gates, Kevin caught sight of Shaki, Skadi's father.

The mountain giant was in his human form—an imposing figure with a grizzled beard and sharp eyes. He was chopping wood in the courtyard, his powerful strikes echoing through the cold air.

"I'm back," Skadi called out, her voice unusually timid.

Shaki glanced up, his piercing gaze landing on the birdcage.

"What's that?" he asked, his tone gruff.

"It's just a goshawk I found," Skadi replied quickly, holding the cage close.

Shaki's eyes narrowed. "Didn't I tell you not to bring anything back while we're dealing with the Aesir?"

"I know, Father," Skadi said, bowing her head. "I'll release it after it's healed."

Shaki grunted, clearly unconvinced, but returned to his task. "Fine. The bathwater's ready. Go clean yourself up."

Skadi nodded and hurried inside, carrying the birdcage to her room.

Kevin watched silently as Skadi set the cage on her desk. "Don't make any noise," she warned before leaving to take her bath.

As the door clicked shut, Kevin began to consider his next move. Should he use runes to break out of the cage? Or should he wait for a better opportunity?

Before he could decide, the door creaked open again.

It wasn't Skadi.

It was Shaki.

The mountain giant approached the birdcage, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he picked it up and carried it to the main hall.

Kevin's sharp eyes darted around, taking in the grand, icy chamber as Shaki placed him on a large table.

"Since you're here, you're a guest," Shaki said gruffly, pulling out a chair. He placed a plate of steaming meat and a goblet of wine on the table.

Kevin blinked in surprise.

"But you're not going to sit there silently and expect me to serve you," Shaki added, his tone turning sharp. "So, drop the act."

Kevin sighed. So much for the goshawk feather's disguise.

Drawing a rune in the air, Kevin dispelled the transformation. The hawk feathers melted away, and he returned to his human form.

Shaki's eyes widened as he took in Kevin's appearance.

"A human?!"

The exclamation echoed through the hall, loud enough to make Kevin wince. Before he could respond, the door flew open, and Skadi stormed in.

"Father, what's going—"

Her words trailed off as she saw Kevin standing beside the table, his black hair and dark eyes unmistakable.

"A human?!" Skadi repeated, her voice laced with disbelief.

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