Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 611: 121: Ribs, Fangs, and Claws

Chapter 611: Chapter 121: Ribs, Fangs, and Claws

“Aske, you really are heartless,” she said.

“Did you really have to wait until everyone had fallen for you, then act like a haughty rchant, selecting your favorite girl from among us like rchandise?”

After Miel had left, such accusatory words still echoed in Aske’s mind.

Alas, this was not his intention at all. Aske would even swear to God that he never had any thoughts of ‘waiting for the highest bidder’ or ‘cultivating a string of backups,’ but he just couldn’t explain it to Miel.

He could only let ti prove it all.

Speaking of “selecting,” it was true that the girls in the team were all either great beauties or pretty girls. If he were to face the impossible scenario of choosing one of them as his future wife, Aske had to admit it would be a very difficult task.

He would first have to rule out the girls who were not interested in him, like Thira, Mia, Sigrdrifa, and Eleanor. He was pragmatic when it ca to love and would never chase after the ‘uncertain’ ones when he had ‘sure bets.’

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, especially when he didn’t have any particular preference among these beautiful ‘birds.’

Secondly, of the four girls who had confessed their feelings to him, Miel was too young, and Peggy, though devoted, seed a bit simple-minded. To Aske, these two were more like sisters than lovers.

dea fit the definition of a lover perfectly. If Aske were a romanticist or a hedonist, he would have dived headfirst into her embrace without a second thought. Of course, he was neither of those, and the racial traits of the Enchanting Demon also made him sowhat uneasy.

So the answer was quite clear. The one who currently ranked highest in Aske’s heart was none other than a certain well-to-do young lady who was gentle, kind, capable, managed the team’s affairs orderly, and cooked a great al. Simply listing these qualities t the perfect criteria for a wife.

Of course, all this was re fantasy. Aske himself had no intention of solidifying a relationship with any girl in the near future, so rankings were unnecessary—for the future, the future was always changing and unpredictable, and perhaps there would be new developnts.

The Azure Longsword was ready outside, and within the building of the outpost, Sigrdrifa was also bringing her story to an end, which dea had taught her to lie about.

Although her speaking skills were rather crude, the Norman people were not really interested in that—in fact, most of their gazes lingered on Sigrdrifa’s chest and hips, which annoyed and displeased her greatly, yet she could not protest.

This was starkly different from her past experiences on the pirate ship, where the pirates had treated her as a daughter. Therefore, Sigrdrifa felt quite disillusioned, and she started to feel disgusted and revulsion towards these crude, lecherous Normans of the sa tribe.

There was, after all, the fact of her extraordinary strength, so the Norman Knights around her were only looking lecherously at her, without any inappropriate behavior. As for the story of her past she was recounting, everyone just responded with an “Oh, is that so,” showing no suspicion or questioning.

“Twenty Normans, thirteen of them harbor bad intentions towards you, four plan to tease and probe you later; three Haska Guards, two are indifferent to your identity, one believes you are the chieftain’s daughter but plans to tell the mistress of the house.”

“I want to kill them all!” Sigrdrifa said fiercely.

“No, the ones who will kill them next are us,” dea said with a smile, “And you, Sigrdrifa, need to fight alongside them, stubbornly resist our attacks, and ultimately fail from exhaustion, leading to their deaths.”

“To be honest, I already regret it,” Sigrdrifa said discontentedly. “Being a spy is simply not for , especially when I have to flatter those annoying people. dea, if I kill them now, would that complete the Ritual Task of the Extinction Law?”

“Don’t be foolish, Sigrdrifa,” dea said slowly. “If they were truly the ones your Ritual Task required you to kill, you would have a clear sense of Spiritual Intuition.”

“Just follow our plan obediently, and when you truly obtain that artifact, your combat power will see a huge increase. Rember the runes carved on the handle of the North Wind Axe?”

“The North Wind Axe?” Sigrdrifa indeed cared a lot about her axe and imdiately lost her resentnt upon hearing this, “You an my axe handle?”

“Since the blade is made from Magic Ice, the handle certainly can’t be ordinary Steel. In fact, normal materials could not withstand the Magic Power of the runes; it’s actually a rib of the Earth-shaking Wolf.”

“A rib?” Sigrdrifa said, startled.

“That’s right,” dea continued to lure her, her voice full of beguiling tones, “It is said that the Earth-shaking Wolf left behind three artifacts, the tooth, the rib, and the claw. The rib was crafted into the North Wind Axe by the Borealis people, and the artifact in the possession of the Otwell Family should be made from either the tooth or the claw.”

“Regardless of which it is, mystically speaking, it can form a connection with your North Wind Axe, resulting in a significant empowernt effect – in terms you can understand, it’s as if you obtained a second ‘North Wind Axe’.”

“Hmm!” Sigrdrifa was imdiately convinced, without considering the validity of the intelligence dea had or whether it was true or false, “Then I must get my hands on that artifact!”

“That’s why you need to build a good relationship with these Norman n and gain their trust. Of course, any who have improper thoughts about you, we will take care of during the coming battle, ensuring they don’t trouble you any longer.”

dea persuaded with her clever words, quickly soothing Sigrdrifa once again.

In fact, such behavior had happened many tis before. Who in the squad didn’t know that Sigrdrifa feared neither heaven nor earth, and besides the Squad Leader, she listened to dea the most? On one hand, it was because dea was eloquent and persuasive, and on the other, it was because Sigrdrifa held an utmost, unconditional trust in her.

As for the source of this trust, it was no longer possible to verify at this point. In any case, within The Azure Longsword, factions were already nurous, and cliquishness was a severe issue. Fortunately, Aske, the founder’s trendous prestige pressed down from above, preventing any disorder from affecting internal unity.

Through Sigrdrifa’s eyes, dea once again surveyed the Norman n inside the room and marked several of them in her mory as “must eliminate” targets.

Finally, she exited from Mia’s Shadow Realm and sent a signal to initiate the action from a distance.

Within the watch post, Sigrdrifa idly poked at the campfire with a stick, listening to the Norman brutes boast of her father’s great exploits: such as slaughtering defenseless won and children, burning down towns and villages, seducing noble ladies and then abandoning them, and so on.

“Father…” In her almost transparent azure blue pupils, a deep, unnoticed Shadow hovered.