The Recorder of Type-Moon History

Valhalla had become a sanctuary for Kevin.

For someone like him, trained in martial arts under the legendary Scathach yet starved for worthy opponents, Valhalla was a dream come true. It was home to an endless parade of warriors, handpicked by the Valkyries from Midgard. Each was a skilled combatant in life and a relentless fighter in death, providing Kevin with the sparring he desperately needed.

Here, Kevin could push himself to the limits without fear. Injuries—whether a minor bruise or a severe wound—were mere inconveniences. The magical meat of the divine boar Sæhrímnir and milk of the godly goat Heiðrún ensured that even broken bones would mend overnight. For Kevin, a mortal body blessed with a divine contract, Valhalla was nothing short of paradise.

He trained ferociously every day, honing his magic spear and sword techniques, gradually transforming theoretical knowledge into instinctive mastery. As Odin had observed, Kevin's martial skill was approaching divine levels. Once he acquired Fenrir's blood, he would surpass even demi-gods like Slude in combat. Coupled with the demon sword Fragrak, Kevin would become a threat capable of challenging the gods themselves.

That night, around eleven o'clock, Kevin and Slude left the hall of the God of Medicine. He had, yet again, overextended himself in a sparring session and required treatment. The pair walked in silence back to the Palace of Light.

Kevin glanced curiously at Slude, who trailed a step behind him. She seemed unusually quiet. Normally, she would scold him for his recklessness or nag about his late training hours. Yet tonight, she remained silent, her head bowed as though lost in thought.

Upon reaching the palace, Kevin took a quick shower, ready to collapse into bed. But as he opened his door, he froze.

Slude was already inside.

Dressed in a simple, pure-white gown, she was seated in front of the golden mirror, her damp, golden hair cascading down her back as she combed it. Her armor, ever-present during the day, had been set aside, and her bare skin glowed softly in the light.

The sight rendered Kevin speechless.

"Oh, you're back," Slude said without turning, her tone calm and measured.

Kevin blinked, his mind racing. "Y-Yeah," he stammered, then immediately ducked back out, scanning the hallway as if checking if he'd entered the wrong room.

This is my room, right?

Slude's reflection in the mirror caught his bewildered movements, and her lips curved into a faint smile. "Don't overthink it," she said. "I have something to discuss with you."

Relieved yet slightly disappointed, Kevin sighed and returned to the room. He sat on a chair near her and, despite his best efforts, couldn't help but steal glances at her reflection.

He had never seen Slude like this before. The transformation from her usual battle-ready demeanor to this ethereal softness was striking. Without her armor, she looked... serene, almost goddess-like.

As Kevin's eyes lingered, Slude finished combing her hair and turned to face him. Her proximity allowed her subtle fragrance to waft over, and Kevin found himself scratching his head awkwardly, unsure where to look.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

Slude raised her right hand, displaying the red string on her wrist—a mark of their contract. "Do you remember why I made this contract with you?" she asked directly.

Kevin nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah. Did you find your answer?"

"I believe I have," Slude replied softly. After a brief pause, she continued, "Kevin, I want to confirm something. Would you be willing to accompany me to Midgard? It won't take much of your time..."

She trailed off, hesitating to finish.

"Sure," Kevin answered immediately, his voice bright and unwavering.

Slude blinked, stunned by his quick agreement. Then, to her surprise, she felt an unexpected warmth spread through her chest. She had always known Kevin would agree, but hearing him say it filled her with a happiness she couldn't quite explain.

"Since we're following the traditions of the World Tree," Kevin said, his grin turning mischievous, "you owe me a favor in return, right?"

Slude's eyes widened slightly. She had not anticipated this turn of the conversation, though she quickly composed herself. Kevin's playful tone did little to hide the sincerity in his request.

"Alright," she said, her voice calm but her heart pounding. "What's your condition?"

"Let me touch those... uh, feathers," Kevin said, pointing to the antenna-like adornments on her head.

For a moment, Slude simply stared at him. Then her face flushed. She had prepared herself for the possibility of a bold or flirtatious demand, but this?

"You mean... these?" she asked hesitantly, touching the ornaments on her head.

Kevin nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I've been curious about them since we first met!"

Slude's mind blanked. She struggled to process his request but finally sighed, raising her hands in surrender. "Fine," she said, moving closer and leaning slightly forward. "Go ahead."

Kevin's face lit up with excitement. He reached out and gently grasped the feather-like appendage. The moment his fingers made contact, Slude's body stiffened, and an involuntary shiver ran down her spine.

"Ah..." A soft sound escaped her lips before she quickly bit it back, her cheeks flaming.

Kevin, oblivious to her reaction, marveled at the texture of the adornments, running his fingers along their length. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed, completely engrossed.

Slude, meanwhile, was fighting to maintain her composure. She hadn't realized how sensitive the appendages were. Each stroke sent a tingling sensation through her body, and she had to clench her fists to suppress the strange warmth building inside her.

After what felt like an eternity, Kevin gave the feathers one last experimental tug before letting go.

"Thanks!" he said cheerfully, his curiosity finally satisfied.

Slude exhaled shakily, her face still flushed. She stared at Kevin, who was grinning innocently, completely unaware of the effect he had on her.

"Please," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "don't ever do that again without asking."

Kevin blinked, taken aback by the intensity of her tone. "Oh... uh, okay. Got it."

From the corner of the room, Neil, perched by the window, let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Wow," the little bird said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That was... something."

Kevin turned to glare at her. "Neil! How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Neil replied, smirking.

As Slude buried her face in her hands, Kevin could only groan, realizing his curious antics had created yet another unforgettable moment.

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