In the Human Realm’s Sweden: Has It Transmigrated?
Qiweiya, Kiana, and two other Valkyries were teleported to Bakaro Forest, a place nestled within the human realm. This particular forest was rumored to teem with an array of rare and wondrous magical beasts.
Leading the group, Qiweiya’s gaze swept over the harmless magical beasts that roamed their surroundings. When disturbed, these creatures would merely lift their heads, offering them a fleeting glance before resuming their activities.
Mei, observing the footprints etched into the earth, remarked, “A group of people recently traversed this path, but it’s clear someone is lingering behind, tracking their movements.” She then looked up, addressing Qiweiya. “Lady Qiweiya, should we intervene and rescue them?”
Qiweiya, snapping back to attention, exclaimed, “Oh, in that case, we might as well save them! It could be a school leader with their students, or something similar!
“This is a classic first encounter in a new world, and I’m absolutely thrilled!”
Bronya, her expression utterly devoid of emotion, stated, “Qiweiya, could you please compose yourself? As your Valkyrie, Bronya finds this rather embarrassing.” Qiweiya felt as though several arrows had struck her knees.
Kiana attempted to console Qiweiya. “It’s nothing, Lady Qiweiya! Bronya was simply feeling chatty and wanted to say something.”
Deeply wounded, Qiweiya murmured, “Am I truly so bothersome?”
Mei replied, “Not at all! You’d be absolutely adorable if you could just temper your flighty nature!”
Bronya chimed in, “Plus one. Sister Mei’s assessment is spot-on.”
Kiana scratched her head, chuckling, “Ahahaha~ How can I put it? Lady Qiweiya, I personally find you endearing no matter what.”
Qiweiya’s spirits lifted momentarily. “It’s just my personality,” she began, before her expression clouded with melancholy.
Qiweiya sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine~ I suppose I’m just an annoying nuisance then! Hmph!” With a huff, she surged forward, accelerating into a sprint towards the tracked group. Kiana and the others exchanged a knowing glance before swiftly giving chase.
Upon arriving, Kiana and her companions found Qiweiya already sprawled on the ground, cautiously observing a group of black-clad figures lurking ahead.
Mei cautiously poked her head out, inquiring, “Lady Qiweiya, what exactly is your plan?”
Qiweiya, her expression surprisingly solemn, replied, “That is an excellent question! How can we ensure our entrance is utterly dazzling and spectacularly cool?”
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The three Valkyries collectively rolled their eyes. Ignoring Qiweiya’s theatrics, they simply strode directly past her.
The black-clad figures ahead, alerted by the commotion, whirled around and bellowed, “Who goes there! Show yourselves at once!”
Qiweiya, covering her face with a groan, muttered, “Well, this isn’t fun anymore…”
A flash of blade light.
Every single black-clad figure collapsed to the ground.
Kiana swiftly seized the man who had first noticed their presence, delivering several sharp slaps to rouse him. “Speak! Why were you tracking those people ahead? Who gave the orders?”
The man, regaining consciousness, realized he was surrounded by several young women. He immediately scoffed, “Who are you? You little girls had best not interfere in our business! Be warned, our organization might capture you and sell you to nobles as mere playthings!”
Qiweiya’s expression turned subtly dark. “Playthings? How amusing. Kiana would likely ‘play’ him to death first.”
Mei, with a helpless sigh, interjected, “Lady Qiweiya, he said ‘us.’ That includes you too.”
Qiweiya offered an awkward, forced laugh. “No worries, I’ll leave him entirely in your capable hands.”
“Bronya believes we should utilize Heavy Armor Bunny to create several small perforations in non-lethal areas, allowing them to succumb to death by sheer panic,” Bronya stated calmly.
Qiweiya shivered involuntarily.
Enraged by the man’s insolence, Kiana delivered several heavy blows to his stomach. “Do not dare threaten us! I simply want to know *why* you were tracking those people ahead! Otherwise, I shall demonstrate precisely how many grievous injuries you can endure and still cling to life!”
The man, defiant to the last, spat, “We will never betray our organization! Long live Kavia!” With a final, resolute grit of his teeth, he ingested a hidden poison and succumbed to death.
“Eliminate them,” Qiweiya stated, her voice slow and deliberate.
Kiana, taken aback, struggled to accept Qiweiya’s words. “But these people are still alive!”
Qiweiya narrowed her eyes. “These individuals are all fanatics, ‘death warriors’ in their own right. No matter how much you question them, they will cling to their suicidal resolve.”
Observing Kiana’s distress, Mei shook her head gently. “Allow me,” she offered.
Kiana quickly protested, “But these are living people!”
Mei grasped Kiana’s shoulders, her gaze piercing into her eyes. “Kiana, you must awaken! As Valkyries, our duty is to assist our Lady on the battlefield. We cannot expect to keep our hands perpetually clean of blood.”
Disregarding Kiana’s desperate protest, a single surge of sword qi erupted, swiftly ending the lives of all remaining individuals.
Observing Kiana’s pale countenance, Qiweiya sighed. She walked over, placing a comforting hand on her back. “There’s no need to feel guilty any longer. Recall the very first words I spoke to you when I brought you into this world.”
Having said this, she turned and moved to the front.
As Kiana gazed at Qiweiya’s retreating back, a memory of their very first encounter flashed within her mind.
‘You need not be grateful to me for bringing you into existence,’ Qiweiya’s voice echoed in her memory. ‘Because of me, your purity will be irrevocably lost. In the future, you are destined to tread the path of the Asura, your hands forever stained with the blood of every foe – regardless of their stature, gender, or race! If it helps, then hate me in your hearts! Hate me, this selfish god…’
Kiana’s response had been resolute. ‘Lady Qiweiya, you needn’t worry! I am a maiden bearing the esteemed Kaslana surname!’
Upon hearing her words, the profound sorrow hidden within Qiweiya’s eyes had vanished, replaced by a genuine smile. ‘Then, my Valkyrie,’ she had said, ‘welcome to the grand battlefield of gods and worlds.’
Now, gazing at Qiweiya walking ahead, Kiana urgently called out, “Lady Qiweiya!”
Qiweiya halted.
Kiana spoke with unwavering conviction. “I will not hate you!”
When Qiweiya still offered no reaction, Kiana pressed on, “Because my very life, my entire being, and every bond I cherish—all were bestowed upon me by you! I will never deny anything that exists now! I will fearlessly bear every burden alongside you, and together, we shall advance!”
Qiweiya’s shoulders gave a slight tremble. She turned, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said, “You misspoke.”
Kiana, flustered, quickly corrected herself, “It’s ‘advance *onward* with us’!”
Qiweiya nodded, a genuine delight in her eyes, and Kiana, brimming with renewed purpose, chased after her.
They continued their journey, yet no one appeared ahead of them. Qiweiya and her companions found this prolonged solitude rather peculiar.
Suddenly, Qiweiya noticed that beyond the dense foliage of the forest, a city lay sprawled before them. Its formidable walls were protected by layers of magical defense devices, while at the city gates, two vigilant rows of guards meticulously scrutinized every passerby.
Stepping out of the forest’s edge, Qiweiya asked, “Which of you will go inquire about this city?”
Mei readily volunteered. “Allow me. You are well aware of Kiana and Bronya’s dispositions.”
Qiweiya nodded in agreement. “Very well then, Mei, you shall go!”
As they awaited Mei’s return, Kiana skipped over to Qiweiya, a wide grin on her face. She playfully tugged at Qiweiya’s cheeks. “Qiweiya, please smile a little! You’re so gloomy right now; it’s completely unlike the Qiweiya I know!”
Qiweiya slapped Kiana’s hands away, her voice tight with annoyance. “Do not pull my face! Furthermore, do you truly believe such a trivial matter would affect me? Are you daft? I am the mightiest God of Judgment! How could I possibly harbor such an emotion as sorrow! Hmph!”
Kiana playfully patted Qiweiya’s head, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. “Who would have thought our Qiweiya was secretly a tsundere? Bronya, did you witness that?”
Bronya replied with characteristic calm, “Bronya observed it. It’s truly unexpected for a god who has lived for tens of thousands of years to still feign youthfulness. Utterly beyond redemption!”
Qiweiya’s face instantly drained of color. “What’s wrong with me having lived for tens of thousands of years? I am a god! My growth cycle is entirely different from that of humans, alright?! And I am *not* a tsundere!!”
Bronya paid no heed to Qiweiya’s indignant protests. Just then, Mei returned, her expression distinctly peculiar, suggesting something was amiss.
Kiana asked worriedly, “Mei, did you manage to get information about the city? Is anything wrong?”
Mei waved a dismissive hand, assuring them, “No, there’s actually nothing wrong! It’s just that the city’s name and the names of its landmark buildings are, well, rather surprising.”
Qiweiya turned, her curiosity piqued. “Oh? What’s so strange about the names?”
Mei’s expression grew even more peculiar. “The city’s name is Sweden… and the names of its iconic buildings are also identical to those in the Sweden we remember… like the Stockholm Opera House, Malmö Academy, Uppsala Street, and the Lord’s residence, Gothenburg.”
Qiweiya’s face contorted in disbelief. “What in the divine hell is a Stockholm Opera House?! And a Malmö Academy?! No matter how much transmigration is involved, shouldn’t Malmö be related to military affairs?!”
Bronya’s expression also became subtly nuanced, not to mention Kiana’s. Kiana’s reaction was quite amusing; she initially wanted to laugh, then adopted a wistful, almost reverent look.
Qiweiya rubbed her temples. “Never mind! We’re merely passing through; we’re not here to conduct a historical survey of the city, are we? Why bother getting so many details? Let’s just enter!”