Inside the Underground City. A Valkyrie swung a thick greatsword in an empty training ground. She had the characteristic attractiveness usually found in Valkyries. But what stood out the most about her was the extrely short hairstyle she had. It seed as if she cut it a few months before, but being from the Thynne family it was more likely that she suffered at Raverias hands. She wore a simple outfit consisting of a sleeveless shirt, grey pants, and leather sandals. She handled the greatsword that was clearly denser than normal with one hand.
The growth of Valkyries depended on understanding the intricacies of combat as well as a mastery of fighting with their preferred weapon which, more often than not, reflected their core personality. A heavy greatsword could be associated with a brash or hot-headed Valkyrie who was quick to anger and even quicker to fight.
After obtaining enough skill, energy could be projected through the weapon allowing for so devastating effects.
So of the Valkyries sought to pierce through foes while others thought to cut down their opponents. As for the Valkyrie handling the sword? She wanted to cleave through her enemies.
She swung the greatsword once again and an ominous sound filled the air.
Valkyries were usually strong but any great feats of strength were perford by temporarily enhancing their bodies with mana. It was useful but it wasnt a technique which was commonly used unless one used an extrely heavy weapon.
The greatsword being used by the Valkyrie was one such weapon as it weighed more than one hundred pounds based on the sound it produced when swung.
Maevyn. A voice called out and caused her to stop what she was doing.
Aunt Casey, Maevyn greeted.
Youll be in charge of a prospect coming from the temple. Its a young half-dragon whose shown a high level of talent from what Ive heard. Ira personally approved her training so Ill leave it up to you.
I understand. Maevyn stabbed her greatsword into the ground a puff of dust spread out from the impact.
Thats not all, weve decided that youre to be married to Sidryn, that ancient dragon Ira brought here, Casey said while examining Maevyns expression.
Maevyn issued a slight grunt of discontentnt but didnt complain. Ill try not to kill him.
She wasnt against the marriage but rather, she didnt feel like having children at the current mont. Though Avery, her cousin, was way younger than her and already beca a mother so she couldnt use that excuse too effectively.
No one would mind if you did kill him since that would an your level of skill increased. Though try to restrain yourself since I would have to ask Ira to get another dragon and Ive been told hes killed a great deal of them, Casey replied.
What about the other one, the Vulpes? Maevyn asked.
Weve reached an agreent with Sylun and hell be married to her daughter Sylvia, Casey answered.
I see, Maevyn was about to grab her sword when it began to vibrate. A high-pitched noise erged from it and it seed to be crying. Caseys sword did the sa and soon the high-pitched noise could be heard from everywhere.
What is this? Maevyn asked with shock as weapons from all over the Underground City cried together in a haunting tallic tone.
Casey thought to herself in silence before she raised her head. It has to be Avery.
Shes giving birth? Maevyn asked.
I have to go, make sure youre prepared to handle your apprentice, Maevyn, Casey said before leaving.
Maevyn was left in the training grounds with a strange expression. Her weapon continued to cry out to soone or sothing which was disturbing, to say the least.
Ira sat with a calm expression while waiting for the mont to co. It would be his third child and by now he had better control over his emotional state. Although, the sound of swords crying that filled the city didnt really contribute to his calmness.
I wonder if Ill have a little sister. Raveria sat next to Ira and swung her legs while thinking of what her sibling would be.
That would be nice. Harper sat on the other side of Ira. She had previously been a part of Rhys birth and had been subsequently traumatized as a result, because of that she eagerly sat outside while waiting for the news.
It doesnt matter to , Ira said with a blissful smile. He still reminded himself to train his Reality Separation even more than he already had to keep his growing family safe.
The pitch of the swords rose higher and continued. It was likely that the entire city was confused because of the phenonon but there were no signs of panic. The faith of the people of the Dark Elf Empire had in Ira was at its highest. At most, there were people who prayed for the safety of the city but that was it. People just waited for the disruption to pass so they could continue about their day.
The Valkyries who stood at the door on guard could do their jobs diligently without being affected as they held spears in their hands. Ira took note of that small detail but continued waiting. The chorus of swords rose higher, each of them scread with an unending desire. At least, thats the impression Ira gained from the sounds.
After a few minutes, Sylun erged from the room and smiled wryly. Each of Iras children had so quirk that beca more apparent as they were born and it didnt do anything to help the process. The most ta had to be Zephyr who only caused a few tal things to float in the air.
Your child has been born, Sylvia said while gesturing for Ira to enter.
Harper and Raveria ran into the room before Ira could even get up but he only smiled before following after them.
Thanks again, Sylvia, Ira said happily.
Of course, Keeper. It is no problem to at all. Sylvia bowed and entered the chambers after him.
Avery didnt seem exhausted at all, her body was far more powerful than it was when she gave birth to Raveria. It could be said that her current birth resembled the usual Valkyrie standard, a stoic face, and the occasional grunt.
Its a boy, Avery said softly. Valeryn.
Ira smiled and approached the bed while the sound of the swords in the background scread out in desperation.
Can I hold him? Ira asked over the ringing sound of crying swords.
Avery handled the bundled Valeryn to Ira. When Ira looked at his son, he found that his expression was incredibly calm. There was a light smile but for the most part, he looked as if he was expecting sothing.
Hmmm, Ira humd as he increased the sensitivity of his bloodline resonance. When he did, he found that Valeryn desired one thing.
Ira furrowed his brows with uncertainty but he felt that his newborn sons desires outweighed his slight hesitation. He held Valeryn closer to him with one hand and then produced the Paradox sword within his other hand. As soon as the sword appeared, Valeryns tiny body squird in delight. His yellow eyes shined like polished steel as he stared intently at the sword. In response, the Paradox Sword slightly shook once but that was all. It didnt call out in desperation as the other blades did.
Ira? Avery seed to want an explanation but there was nothing Ira could say.
If its what he wants, Ira said while moving the sword toward Valeryn.
Valeryn freed his small hands and reached out to the sword and then sothing strange happened. The sword and scabbard were slowly absorbed into Valeryns chest but the infant didnt appear to be hurt. If anything he appeared to be extrely comfortable with what was happening.
Unfortunately, the other people in the room werent as their jaws dropped out of sheer disbelief. The cries of the swords that were filling the city reached their climax as a high pitch screech turned into one of despair before they slowly died out.
For a mont, the entire room beca silent and except for Valeryn who showed an Ira-like smile which exposed his gums while squealing in delight.
What did you just do, Valeryn? Ira asked but the infant couldnt answer at all.
Valeryns only response was a tired yawn and innocent blinking which followed it.
Inside of Valeryn, the Paradox Sword changed its form. It beca a long single-edged saber with a very minimal guard that slightly protruded out. The saber didnt curve except for at the tip of the blade, but other than that, the flat of the blade was perfectly straight.
Valeryn wasnt conscious of the significance of the changes but if the sword changed by itself it ant that it was sothing he desired in so part of his young mind.
Ira looked at his son and didnt know what to make of the situation. I guess he likes swords.
Strange, Avery said. It seems he inherited so Valkyrie-like qualities. She explained.
The mixture of Averys Valkyrie roots, the mysterious blessing, and Iras ever-adapting bloodline, it seed that Valeryn gained so type of control over swords. It was hard to tell and they could only speculate until he grew older.
Avery began to get excited as she thought her son would be more enthusiastic about training then Raveria was.
Can I hold him? Raverias voice interrupted Averys line of thought.
Sure, just be careful. Ira reminded her.
I know, Raveria huffed. She accepted Valeryn into her arms and began speaking. Im your big sister, ok? That ans when you get older you have to listen to and play the gas I want. I hope you can run faster than Harper.
Hey, Harper protested but Raveria ignored her.
Also, you have to give a piece of your mooncakes because dad never shares. Raveria continued with her list of demands, each one went into Valeryns ear and out the other.
He yawned again and darted his eyes toward Ira who took his son out of Raverias hands.
Alright, I think he understands, Ira said.
I wasnt done, Raveria grumbled.
You can continue later, hes tired. Ira smiled at his daughter before handing Valeryn to Avery who accepted him carefully.
There were more questions than answers about the nature of Valeryns abilities but there was no urgency to find out.
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