Fate Grand Order: Broadcasting Master Love — Chapter 52

Chapter 52: The Frenzied ValkyrieYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

[The fiery indignation on Jalter’s face evaporated in an instant. She slowly lowered her head, tracking the source of the unsettling noise. Her golden pupils shrank to pinpricks. Subconsciously, she took a half-step back, the heel of her boot crunching against shattered glass. When she spoke, her voice trembled with a rare, hesitant disbelief. “…Could it be?”]

[On the broadcast screen, Brynhildr was on all fours, crawling like an out-of-control beast. Her silver-white armor let out a horrific, ear-piercing screech as it dragged across the polished marble floor of the exhibition hall. Strands of pale hair were matted messily across her face, obscuring her features. Her fingers, stained with dust and embedded with tiny glass shards, clawed frantically at the ground to pull herself forward. A terrifying fire of obsession burned in her visible eye as she scrambled toward Jalter without a single word. Her speed was astonishing—a jagged, skittering sprint completely unlike the movements of a sane Heroic Spirit.]

[Dr. Roman’s panicked exclamation nearly blew out the audio receptors of the Chaldea communicator. “Brynhildr is crawling around on the floor at a speed rivaling a Demi-Wraith!?”]

[“Eeek!?”]

[Jalter jumped back in sheer fright. Her shoulders slammed hard against a carved stone pillar with a dull thud. Every ounce of her usual draconic arrogance was instantly replaced by visceral terror. Even her voice cracked an octave higher than normal.]

[Seeing the situation deteriorating, Emiya immediately stepped forward. He moved to intercept the crawling Valkyrie, his brow furrowing deeply as he held out a hand. “Hey, calm down, Brynhildr!”]

[He paused. Looking down at her completely unkempt, feral appearance, the red-clad archer let out a long sigh and helplessly pressed his fingers to his forehead. A hint of dry, wry amusement bled into his exasperated tone. “Aren’t you supposed to be the type who murmurs in a gloomy, tragic voice while stabbing enemies at random?”]

[“If your Beloved saw you like this, what exactly would he think?”]

[Brynhildr’s jagged movements came to a sudden, jarring halt. She slowly raised her head. From beneath the veil of her scattered hair, a brief flicker of genuine confusion flashed through her purple eyes, only to be instantly swallowed up by that suffocating obsession once more. She tilted her head at an unnatural angle. When she spoke, her raspy, low voice carried a bizarre sense of righteous indignation.]

[“—What… are you saying?”]

[Off to the side, Da Vinci covered her mouth. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she finally failed to contain a stifled, flamboyant giggle. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with the absolute delight of someone watching a theatrical trainwreck. “…Oh no, I couldn’t help but let out a strange sound. As expected, the sheer intensity of experiencing this in person is truly extraordinary.”]

[Brynhildr acted as if the genius inventor didn’t even exist. She slowly climbed up from the floor, her joints popping slightly. With eerie calmness, she brushed the dust and glass shards off her breastplate. Her eyes held a nearly pious, suffocating fervor. She opened her arms wide, as if embracing some invisible, overwhelming affection, and murmured in a drunken, breathless voice.]

[“My Beloved is only Big Sister… I will feel Big Sister’s love with all my heart and soul. Is there anything wrong with that?”]

[Right on cue, an introductory text box finally popped up in the corner of the light screen, its slow appearance almost making it seem as though the system itself had hesitated to ruin the mood. Lines of crisp text materialized:]

[Brynhildr: The eldest of the Valkyries and Sigurd’s lover. If she is with Sigurd, her tragic fate dictates she cannot help but kill him. Her Noble Phantasm is ‘Brynhildr Romantia,’which deals massive extra damage to Servants possessing the’Beloved’ trait. The MasterLove (ML) radar indicates she is not ML.]

[Fourth Holy Grail War · A certain quaint room]

“Aaaah! What the hell is this!?”

Waver Velvet was slumped entirely over his desk, staring fixedly at the crawling Valkyrie on the light screen. He was so thoroughly spooked he nearly tipped backward off his chair, his face entirely drained of color and his teeth chattering.

The moment the words left his mouth, a massive hand delivered a solid, resounding smack to the back of his head. Iskandar had swatted him with the back of his knuckles, the sheer force making the young magus stagger forward. The King of Conquerors crossed his massive, tree-trunk arms, his brow furrowing as he scolded his Master’s lack of spine. “Quiet, boy! To be frightened out of your wits by something like this—where is your dignity as a man!?”and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Having delivered his reprimand, Iskandar turned his attention back to the glowing screen. His usually bold, fearless expression shifted, his thick brows knitting together. He rubbed his bearded chin, muttering with genuine confusion. “Strange. I clearly don’t know this Servant named Brynhildr, but why do I feel a sudden chill down my spine just looking at her…?”

—After all, the King of Conquerors was also a Heroic Spirit who unfortunately possessed the “Beloved” trait.

[Back on the light screen, Emiya listened to Brynhildr’s deranged declaration. His mouth twitched in utter speechlessness. He slowly turned his head to look at the frantic, cornered Jalter, then pointed a thumb back toward the Valkyrie. “…Well, that’s what she said,” he deadpanned.]

[After a beat, he arched an eyebrow, a distinctly playful glint shining in his steel-gray eyes. “Tell me, does that flying kick you gave her earlier count as an expression of your love?”]

[“It’s not! It’s totally not!!”]

[Jalter exploded like a lit firecracker, instantly bristling from head to toe. She stomped her heavy boot hard against the floor, sending the remaining glass shards clinking and scattering across the marble. She waved her hands wildly in front of her chest. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant, furious crimson, the pink hue spreading all the way to the tips of her ears as she shrieked in absolute frenzy.]

[“Agh, seriously, why the hell did it turn out like this!?”]

[“Exactly what went wrong in her summoning to make her turn into a Demi-Wraith stalker who refuses to call me Master and only wants to call me Big Sister!?”]

[Brynhildr stood just a few paces away, completely unfazed by the shouting. She watched Jalter’s frantic, blushing state with a sickly, obsessive smile plastered across her face. Slowly, deliberately, she walked forward and reached out. Her fingers, still dotted with tiny, glittering fragments of glass, gently grasped the charred hem of Jalter’s cape. She murmured repeatedly, her voice carrying a wet hint of a sob mixed with fanatical devotion.]

[“This is all love… it’s because of love… it’s all because of love… aaah…”]

[That wet, breathless voice echoed through the empty exhibition hall, carrying a hair-raising persistence that refused to fade.]

In the Prisma Illya world, Illya clutched a pillow to her chest, thoroughly terrified by the perverted Valkyrie’s display. “Eek! What is this woman trying to do to her?”

Beside her, Miyu watched the screen with a flat, disturbed expression. “…She’s not even acting human anymore, is she?”

Kuro crossed her arms, nodding with absolute certainty. “Definitely not…”

In the Fifth Holy Grail War, Tohsaka Rin threw her hands up in disbelief. “That legendary Valkyrie Brynhildr is actually like this!?…Wait, no, isn’t she supposed to be a Counterfeit in this Singularity?”

Archer leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his red mantle. “…It’s entirely possible she’s like this even if she isn’t a Counterfeit. The target of her affection just happened to change.”

Cu Chulainn leaned on his spear, grimacing at the display of obsessive affection. “…She’s a difficult woman, too. Maybe even more than Medb… No, actually, Medb is definitely still scarier.”

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, Waver clutched his head and cried out to the heavens. “This is definitely a Berserker! This absolutely has to be a Berserker!!”You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.