Rewinding through historical imagery and moving about eventually led Brunhilde to her discovery.
Deep within a palace, King Solomon was conducting an extrely mysterious ritual, seemingly summoning a demon.
Judging by the complexity and mystique of the summoning circle, the target was clearly no ordinary demon.
The summoned entity was likely one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
When the demonic circle erupted with light, Brunhilde also felt an aura that made her heart tremble.
Then erged from the hellish passage a figure that left her utterly shocked—Belial, the King of Hell.
She had considered the possibility of his summoning, but deed the probability far too low.
Though King Solomon possessed magical power, compared to figures from mythology, he was still too weak—hardly capable of summoning such an entity.
Moreover, Belial, as the ruler of Hell and such an arrogant Demon King, would never casually answer a human's summons.
It would be like a common peasant summoning a king—an occurrence bordering on impossibility.
Yet this very impossibility was unfolding before her eyes.
Therefore, Belial's appearance must have been compelled—perhaps by that God's command.
But wait—wasn't Belial supposed to be that God's enemy? Why would he obey such orders?
Through her investigations against the gods, Brunhilde had uncovered deeper truths: Belial had never truly escaped that God's control.
His demonic identity conveniently allowed that God to conduct unsavory affairs through him.
However, Belial's reactions after appearing and his dialogue with Solomon overturned Brunhilde's theory—he wasn't acting under divine orders.
King Solomon had summoned Belial himself.
What shocked Brunhilde most was that Solomon had confidently deciphered and utilized two pages from the Holy Scriptures for his own purposes.
This unbelievable feat was akin to a pig solving humanity's most complex mathematical problems—utterly absurd.
Now, it appeared King Solomon had successfully enlisted Belial as his co-conspirator.
In that case, the seventy-two demon pillars under Belial's command would also obey King Solomon's orders.
"Achoo~!"
An abrupt sneeze—completely involuntary—escaped Göll's lips, the sound startlingly clear in the grand hall.
This reaction caused Brunhilde's expression to instantly change. Without hesitation, she grabbed Göll and attempted to flee the hall.
No, wrong move!!!
They should imdiately exit this historical record instead. So she summoned the Akashic System interface, preparing to log out to reality as if quitting a virtual ga.
Yet by the ti she realized her mistake and tried to correct it, it was already too late to log out.
A terrifying power erupted from Belial, the King of Hell, instantly engulfing their position.
At this mont, that force penetrated the barriers of space-ti, firmly anchoring them in place.
"Penetrated" wasn't quite accurate—it was more like being grabbed through a plastic film. While unable to pull them through to the other side, it could press them firmly against the barrier, making escape impossible.
The sensation resembled being forcibly dragged into deep water, with imnse pressure bearing down on them.
"Oh? Who do we have here? Two demigods actually using the Akashic Records?"
Belial's voice dripped with cold amusent.
Normally, demigods weren't permitted casual access to the Akashic Records. So what were these two doing here? Even Belial felt so curiosity.
As he increased his power output, the previously empty space in his vision began distorting irregularly.
The distortions intensified until two figures gradually materialized—translucent, wavering forms.
Or to describe it more accurately, they appeared as unstable figures molded from water.
Though unable to fully discern their true identities, Belial could roughly deduce their divine affiliation.
"Valkyries from the Norse pantheon?"
While he couldn't directly pull them into this era, he could permanently trap them in this temporal limbo, preventing their return to normal spaceti.
Narrowing his eyes, Belial's gaze turned vicious.
Normally, after being restrained by him, re Valkyries should be panicking helplessly. Indeed, the younger Valkyrie—still practically a child—was doing exactly that.
But the elder Valkyrie remained relatively composed. Did that an they had so backup plan?
Were there others in the Akashic Records?
Perhaps a Norse chief god ready to retrieve them at any mont?
Regardless, whether these two had overheard their conversation or not, they needed to be dealt with.
So, he decided to go all out. Even at the risk of suffering temporal backlash—potentially causing their souls to beco disordered or even collapse—dragging them back to their original tiline would only leave them as soulless husks.
"Don't be hasty, Mr. Belial. Those two aren't necessarily enemies."
King Solomon's intervention made Belial frown.
What did that an? How could he say that with such certainty?
"Right, Valkyrie of the North—Brunhilde?"
The human—Solomon—narrowed his eyes slightly as he accurately identified the other party's identity.
In truth, after Belial was summoned and ordered to remain silent, he had already learned this human's identity—Solomon.
Following Solomon's words, Belial noticed the elder Valkyrie's startled reaction, her expression shifting. Had he guessed correctly?
Unavoidably, Belial also found Solomon sowhat eerie.
How had he determined that Valkyrie was Brunhilde?
And how could he be so sure Brunhilde wasn't an enemy?
"Then, Miss Brunhilde, you've been observing for so ti now, haven't you?"
At these words, Belial saw the Valkyrie's expression shift again. Another correct guess?
This was truly bizarre!
Belial had only noticed their surveillance because they had gotten too close and made a slight disturbance, alerting him.
But how had Solomon known he was being observed for a while?
It was as if Solomon could see through the barriers of ti itself—no, more accurately, as if he had foreseen the future.
"Let guess why you've been observing , Miss Brunhilde. You wish to oppose the gods, and that's why you're watching , isn't it?"
Belial had expected so earth-shattering revelation, but this was hardly surprising.
If Solomon had already deduced she had been observing him and wasn't an enemy, this conclusion was practically inevitable.
Then, King Solomon spoke again, his tone playful.
"Ragnarök, right?"
The Valkyrie visibly trembled at these words!
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