Durandal was not in a good mood lately.
Extremely not in a good mood.
Not long ago, the Captain got married, and she was dragged along to be the bridesmaid.
If this had been before, Durandal would have definitely been happy to put on the bridesmaid dress and offer her blessings.
But...
That was then.
"BOOM—!!"
A sound like an explosion echoed through the training room of Chaldeas.
As if a miniature missile had been launched, a giant punching bag roared through the air like a cannonball, smashing fiercely into the protective wall said to be made of alloy.
Then—
Like a giant siege hammer striking a city gate, the wall, which in theory could withstand an attack from a Templar-class Honkai Beast, let out a wretched scream and deformed like plasticine struck by a heavy object.
The scene made it easy to suspect that the wall would collapse the very next second.
After all...
Looking at the current spectacle, it would be entirely reasonable to say that an Emperor-class Honkai Beast had just hammered this place.
However, that did not happen.
Under the terrified gaze of the records keeper whose legs were trembling, iron sand continuously flowed out of the pathetic-looking punching bag that was now half-embedded in the wall, crashing to the floor.
"Next."
The girl, who had already burst nearly thirty punching bags printed with a certain person's face, picked up a towel to wipe away her sweat, took a sip of water to wet her throat, and then issued a command to the staff member on the side.
"S-Sorry."
The staff member, who hadn't prepared that many special-order punching bags at all, looked at the wall, which was pitted and dented as if a dog had gnawed on it, then at the iron sand covering the floor, and swallowed hard.
Although she didn't know what had happened, she felt that ever since Lady Durandal had returned from the Second Eruption era, she seemed to have become much more irritable.
And...
If she remembered correctly, the person printed on those punching bags was the Director.
Director Li Zihan, who was said to be able to work forty-eight hours a day and fight tirelessly for all humanity, had a very polarized reputation in Chaldeas, and indeed, throughout Schicksal.
On one hand, this guy repeatedly created miracles, usurped the position of a Herrscher, reversed the future, and even managed things like creating a backup of civilization in another world. He was practically the Light of Humanity.
But on the other hand, when it came to matters of the heart, that guy was...
The Scum of Humanity.
The Scum Among Scum.
Despite having an entire harem, he still flirted around everywhere, chasing after girls left and right.
Honestly, for someone of the Director's stature, flirting around wasn't really a problem.
The result of that would, at most, be a few more private scandals.
But—
Could you please stop chasing after girls of the larkspur, datura, and henbane variety!!
The records keeper standing to the side looked at the blonde girl who had nearly beaten a training room wall into paralysis and inexplicably wanted to cry.
She knew that blonde girl.
Bianka "Durandal" Ataegina—the strongest Valkyrie in the history of Schicksal, bar none!
A total cheat who could send an Emperor-class Honkai Beast flying with a basic attack, whose punch could generate a gust of wind felt a kilometer away, and whose combat power crushed a considerable number of Artificial Herrschers!!
A normal girl, when heartbroken, would probably wash her face with tears and be depressed.
But was Bianka "Durandal" Ataegina a normal, ordinary girl?
Miss Records Keeper looked at the beautiful girl who, although suppressing her anger, was clearly on the verge of erupting, and felt genuinely panicked.
Just think for a moment about the scene of such an OP character being heartbroken.
Judging by this strongest goose in history's performance in the World Bubble, it wouldn't take three seconds for the entirety of Chaldeas to be sent into the sky, to be shoulder-to-shoulder with Kars.
But this OP character was just one of the girls the Director had provoked.
He seemed to have ambiguous relationships with all the Artificial Herrschers!
Thinking of this, Miss Records Keeper couldn't help but despair.
The girl with the lowest combat power among those the Director provoked was Wendy, who could blow away most of New Zealand.
If the Director completely screwed up and caused the girls he provoked to go berserk, the entirety of Chaldeas at the center of the incident would absolutely be GG!
This is bad...
This is really bad.
We're all going to die.
Miss Records Keeper, who had to come to Schicksal for some extra cash because the World Serpent was suddenly disbanded by an unknown new Master and she only received a new small island and some facilities but not the demolition compensation promised by the previous Master, began to wail internally.
If this continues, Chaldeas will really become history!
Although she didn't like this broken organization that used the half-built villa on her island as a testing ground...
But if this organization, which was exceptionally generous with its salaries, were to fall, where else could she earn extra money to rebuild the villa on the island the organization compensated her with!!
Go back to being a mercenary?!
The woman, who had been lightly infected after passing the edge of an area bombed by Honkai Fission Missiles—which were similar to hydrogen bombs—after the Second Eruption but had pulled through, gaining Honkai energy adaptability, and was then taken away by the World Serpent executive Gray Serpent and trained into an excellent mercenary, recalled her past.
Putting aside the high-risk nature of that job, the money she earned wasn't as much as what she made slacking off at Chaldeas!
If it weren't for the World Serpent re-employment program, the woman, whose credentials were not nearly enough to get into Chaldeas, felt a fire ignite in her eyes.
Chaldeas cannot fall!
At least not before her island villa is built!
The snake-eyed woman, wearing a very loose-fitting research uniform, looked at the strongest Valkyrie in Schicksal who could dismantle Chaldeas at any moment, and a glint of determination flashed in her eyes.
The future of Chaldeas will be protected by me!
"Um, Miss Xiola, could you help me find some more punching bags?"
Durandal, unaware of what Miss Records Keeper was thinking and assuming she had been frightened, reached up and scratched her cheek, then softened her tone slightly.
"Lady Durandal, this training ground has no more of the specialized punching bags made for you."
Taking a deep breath, the records keeper named Xiola spoke to the strongest goose in history.
"Although it may be a bit impolite, I must say this: hiding away and hitting punching bags because you are heartbroken will not improve your situation."
"I-I know that."
Hearing the other's assessment, Durandal, who seemed to have been completely found out, had her cute little face darken slightly.
Then, as if suddenly snapping to her senses, she shouted loudly, like a big golden retriever.
"No, that's not it! I'm not heartbroken!!"
Blonde hair, blue eyes, tsundere, flat-chested (?).
Looking at the girl whose body, for some unknown reason, had yet to return to its normal stage, a series of tags flashed through Xiola's mind.
No doubt about it, she's a loser dog.
"I think you need some help."
Like a sweeper monk, the snake-eyed woman spoke plainly.