The Recorder of Type-Moon History

In the bustling kingdom of giants, Thrymheim, Valkyrie Slude entered the chaotic town wearing a hooded black cloak to obscure her radiant features. On her shoulder perched the little bird Neil, scanning their surroundings with sharp eyes.

Although Jotunheim was known as the land of giants, it wasn't solely populated by them. The town was home to a mix of monsters, outlaws, and escaped creatures from the underworld, giving it an air of constant unease.

Most giants adopted human-sized forms to blend in, creating an odd sense of normalcy within the chaos.

Slude, using one of the ancient primordial runes to disguise herself, kept her golden hair and striking red eyes hidden. Even so, her otherworldly aura still drew attention, with some creatures daring to follow her.

However, any who made the mistake of approaching were swiftly dealt with. The pseudo-divine spear she wielded—a counterfeit of Odin's famed weapon—was more than enough to dispatch even the boldest troublemakers.

By sunset, Slude and Neil arrived at an inn. After securing a room, Slude immediately carved protective runes around the walls, ensuring their safety.

Once the room was secure, she removed her hood, letting her waist-length golden hair cascade freely under the flickering candlelight.

"Any news from Kevin?" Neil asked impatiently, fluttering to a perch on the table.

Slude shook her head. Though she couldn't sense Kevin's exact situation, the steady flow of magic power from their contract reassured her that he was unharmed.

The two sat in silence, the quiet interrupted only by the occasional crackle of the sea-monster fat candles.

Finally, Neil broke the silence. "You seem oddly calm about this," she said, tilting her head.

Slude smiled, brushing a strand of golden hair from her face. "It's my duty as a Valkyrie to guide and protect warriors. I've been doing this for centuries. Waiting is part of the job."

Neil's sharp eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "You've been with Kevin for almost a month now, haven't you? Have you figured out what you wanted to know about him?"

Slude nodded faintly, then shook her head, her expression contemplative.

Neil blinked, confused. "Which is it?"

"He's different from any warrior I've ever met," Slude said finally, smoothing her hair. "He mocks himself, calls himself unworthy of being a hero, but..."

Her red eyes softened as a rare smile touched her lips. "If he weren't the son of Luger, the god of light and sun, and the beloved of Balder and Hodr... I'd knock him out and drag him to Valhalla myself!"

Neil stared, her beady eyes wide.

Slude's praise was no small thing. For a Valkyrie, there was no greater honor than recognizing a mortal as worthy of Valhalla.

Perhaps finally letting herself vent, Slude continued:

"Just look at what he's done in this short time! He faced Fenrir without hesitation, fought the god of war Tyr to a standstill, and ventured into Jotunheim to rescue the goddess Idun.

Even gods like Hodr and Freya favor him, yet he still claims he's not worthy of being called a hero! It's infuriating!"

Neil, who had been following Kevin since he was seven years old, couldn't hold back anymore. She jumped up, flapping her wings furiously.

"You're absolutely right! I've been wanting to grab his ears and yell the same thing! He's spent years training under Scathach, he's beloved by the gods, and still he sulks like he's done nothing remarkable!"

The two women stared at each other, then burst into a fit of exasperated laughter.

When the laughter died down, Neil spoke again, her tone more serious.

"I once thought about confronting him about it," she admitted, "but Lord Luger wouldn't allow it. He said Kevin's self-doubt drives him forward. That he's constantly comparing himself to something—or someone—we can't see."

Slude's expression turned thoughtful as she nodded. "That does explain a lot," she murmured.

The mood in the room turned contemplative, but it wasn't long before the silence turned awkward again.

Slude shifted uncomfortably. "You know... Kevin's only been in Jotunheim for half a day. There's no way he's found Skadi already, right?"

Neil tilted her head. "That's impossible. And even if he did, the goshawk feather should keep his identity safe. It's a divine treasure, after all."

"Exactly!" Slude said, forcing a smile. "It's only been half a day... What could possibly have gone wrong?"

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Meanwhile, back at Shaki's castle...

"Human?!"

Shaki's deep voice thundered through the hall as he stared at Kevin, who had just revealed his true form.

Kevin blinked, his ears ringing from the giant's roar. Skadi, standing nearby with her hair still damp from her bath, looked equally stunned.

"Father, wait! This isn't—"

"Enough!" Shaki bellowed, his massive fist slamming onto the table. "Do you think me a fool? Sending a human spy disguised as a bird into my home?!"

Kevin sighed, realizing the misunderstanding. He stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

"Lord Shaki," he began, his voice calm. "Allow me to explain—"

Before Kevin could finish, Shaki cut him off with a growl.

"I have no interest in your excuses, boy! Prepare yourself—"

"Father!" Skadi interrupted, stepping between them. "Let him speak!"

Her crimson eyes locked with her father's, and after a tense moment, Shaki grudgingly sat back down.

"Fine," he grunted. "Speak. But you'd better have a damn good explanation."

Kevin straightened, meeting the giant's gaze with unwavering resolve.

"My name is Kevin," he said. "I am the son of Luger, god of light and sun, and a guest of the Aesir. I came here with the permission of Odin himself, using the goshawk feather bestowed upon me by Freya, goddess of beauty."

Shaki's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Kevin, his anger slowly giving way to curiosity.

"Prove it," he said finally.

"Of course." Kevin drew a simple rune in the air, allowing its magic to radiate outward. "You may use your own magic to confirm my words."

The room fell silent as Shaki cast a spell of truth detection. The air shimmered briefly, then stilled.

"...He's telling the truth," Shaki admitted begrudgingly.

Moments later, Skadi returned with the goddess Idun, whose golden hair and serene presence lit up the room.

"Is it true?" Shaki asked, gesturing to Kevin.

Idun nodded, smiling warmly. "Yes, it is. Kevin is a warrior of great renown, and a trusted ally of the Aesir."

With Idun's confirmation, Shaki's demeanor softened, though he still eyed Kevin warily.

"Fine," he said, sitting back down. "You may stay... for now."

Kevin took his seat at the table, cautiously grabbing a piece of meat.

As he chewed, he couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of his situation.

Here he was, sitting in the castle of a mountain giant, sharing a meal with his captor while plotting to rescue a goddess.

The meat was good, though.

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