Francesca had yet to puzzle through this question when she immediately discovered that two beautiful women with white and golden hair had appeared on her left and right.
“Wah ooh oh oh… lesser grail, so you were here?”
Francesca’s expression turned joyful.
Wow, although she had inexplicably been targeted by Odin, she had also recovered her goal for this trip, which was truly gratifying…
Eh, wait, this lesser grail feels a bit wrong!
This feeling is…
a deity!?
“You are… the mage who broke into the Einzbern castle.”
Ishtar frowned, searching out the information of this silver-long-haired gothic-dress girl from the memories of her host Philia.
Seemingly…
one of the organizers of this counterfeit Holy Grail War in Snowfield City?
But it didn’t matter anymore!
Anyway, they were trapped in this place and couldn’t get out at all; what did the Holy Grail War have to do with them?
“Really, if Grimm hadn’t insisted on chasing two dogs all the way here, we probably could have still slept peacefully for a bit! Come to think of it, how could Odin raise two dogs to watch us.”
Ishtar was still extremely unhappy about being ordered to wake up in the middle of the night and tossed back and forth.
She felt that this person Grimm had stayed in Niflheim for too long and had already become neurotic.
“Oh oh? That being said, it looks like you two were also dragged into this world by Odin! Hehehehe, that’s fantastic, so interesting, a Holy Grail War can actually trigger such a situation!”
Francesca was jubilant, clapping her hands.
It was as if she didn’t care about her predicament at all, but instead filled with novelty towards everything.
“Eh? Another madman.”
Ishtar took two steps back; she could almost smell a thick scent of chaos and disorder from this gothic-dressed girl.
She felt the level of trouble was second only to her archenemy, the gloomy woman.
Saving this girl was completely a mistake.
Feeling flustered, she prepared to turn and leave as clusters of black shadows emerged around them, and the sounds of hissing gradually rose.
While Odin and Grimm were dueling, Odin’s retainers followed like shadows and also tracked them down.
“Don’t make judgments too hastily!”
Francesca was still smiling brightly, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
The girl waved her fingers, dispersing illusions, and the few approaching enemy shadows were easily confused, crashing into one another.
Ishtar took a look and said, “Eh? This trick is passable.”
Francesca continued.
“Folklore says He leads an army on a ‘terrifying ride’ to hunt everywhere, and among the team He leads, there are not only warrior heroic spirits, but also two phantom hounds—one with a loud bark, and one with a dark bark.”
“Hehehe… That being said, you should understand too, right?”
“Hounds… barking…” Hearing this, Ereshkigal recalled the uneasiness Grimm felt upon hearing the dog barking before setting out and his pre-judgment of Odin’s actions, and instantly understood a bit.
Sure enough, Grimm’s statement was correct.
The base of the three had been found by Odin’s hounds; if they hadn’t sortied out and counterattacked in advance, they would have welcomed the trampling and destruction of Odin’s entire army!
“This is completely a coincidence!”
Unlike a certain goddess of the underworld who was pure, Ishtar, who considered herself clear-headed in this mortal world, loudly refuted.
She was truly hard-headed.
Having said that, Ishtar’s gaze unconsciously turned toward Grimm, who was amidst the vast sea of lightning, laboriously cleaving apart the electric radiance.
This man…
perhaps had an exceptionally profound understanding of Odin, after all, his experience in clashing with Him was rich.
“Odin, you guy, you’re not the true body!”
Suddenly, Grimm’s loud exclamation came from the battlefield.
“That strange way of speaking, could it be some puppet avatar wearing Odin’s mask?”
Grimm was referring to how Odin had previously said a bunch of things like “special situation” and blah blah when facing his own rising strength and releasing even greater power.
In the past, he didn’t communicate with Odin; basically, they would stab each other a few times upon meeting, and if he found he couldn’t beat him, he’d run.
But upon hearing those words just now, there was a strong AI flavor to it, just like making a judgment after triggering some underlying logic.
Grimm wasn’t too surprised either.
A Fake Odin, huh!
There was more than one appearing in Dragon Raja.
They looked dressed the same, but in reality, if you took off the mask, you’d find it was just another passerby.
It felt like an automated or remotely controlled puppet.
Even Chu Zihang could transform into Odin on the spot just by putting on that mask.
That totally belonged to Odin armor combining.
…
“Not the true body? Controlling avatars with a mask?”
Ishtar was shocked; Odin had this kind of setting?
Grimm, why are you starting to talk in your sleep while fighting? Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Wake up quickly, Odin is currently summoning lightning!
Just the second before, she had still intended to believe that Grimm was a normal person with a deep understanding of Odin rather than a madman.
“Hehehe, there are, there are! There really are!”
Here she came again, Francesca coming to flaunt her presence once more.
She raised her hand to speak and said:
“Norse mythology records that Odin has more than two hundred identities (aliases). He acts in the mortal world with different identities and powers, which can be called the ‘God of a Thousand Faces’.”
“And as for the most famous one, it is Grimnir. In Old Norse, ‘Grim’ means mask, so Grimnir is the masked person.”
“Perhaps the one in front of us is really a main god puppet wearing a mask and executing some limited function.”
Francesca was inexplicably excited, reaching out to grab her cheeks and sway them, like a frenzied Archbishop of Sloth.
As a troll, her brain instinctively trembled faintly—what could be more interesting than a main-god-level spectacle?
Wandering the mortal world for a long time as a remnant of Arte, she had even seen Valkyrie, “Odin’s daughter”, from afar.
Those demigod-level creations indeed had puppet-like, mechanical underlying logic.
Perhaps this Odin was the same.
“But this is impossible!”
Ishtar was practically numb.
Why was this newly arrived gothic-dress madwoman echoing Grimm’s sentiments?
When she met Odin at the overpass intersection earlier, they clearly had a normal conversation; how did the opponent suddenly turn into a bot?
“No, the point is, that nearly cold and mechanical underlying logic! Didn’t you notice?”
Ereshkigal said faintly, “He categorized us as enemies with hardly any communication, and weakened us at the very first moment, just like disarming criminals before entering prison.”
“Anyway, I’ve roughly guessed why the three of us were captured into this ‘cage’.”
“That’s right, that’s right!”
Francesca clapped her small hands, as if applauding Ereshkigal for quickly discovering the truth, “Before that Odin made a move against me, he said a phrase—’Remnants of the Age of Gods’!”
Remnants of the Age of Gods—all three present could be said to have caught stray bullets.
“No way? Is this right?” Ishtar muttered.
Could it be—
“The whole truth is out! Hehehehe, the King of the Wild Hunt wandering upon the earth, the masked avatar of the Great God, what exactly is He hunting, and why on earth did He build this huge cage? And why did we gather here tonight?”
“The answer is, all of us present are prisoners from the Age of Gods!”