EPILOGUE II
“My Great Lord. It appears that the Steel Clan has defeated the Silk Clan.”
“Ah, is that so? Well, that was expected.”
Nobunaga nodded without much interest as he listened to Ran’s report and bit into his loaf of bread.
It would have been one thing if the report included details about how the war had progressed and what steps Yuuto had taken to win, but he had no interest in learning just the outcome, which he had known from the beginning. It was more important for him to sate his hunger. After all, an army marched on its stomach.
“Hrmph. I still find that this bread isn’t very satisfying.”
Nobunaga let out a sigh as he finished his bread. It wasn’t that he disliked the flavor, but being as thoroughly Japanese as he was, he sorely missed the taste of rice.
“Mm... If I recall, the lad mentioned that there’s a continent called Europe across the ocean to the east of Yggdrasil, yes?” Nobunaga murmured to himself as though the memory had just come to him.
“Yes. I too recall him mentioning as much.”
“If that’s true, then if we go far to the east of that, we would find my homeland. Heh, it might be entertaining to invade there once we’ve conquered Yggdrasil.”
Nobunaga didn’t believe in idling. He only knew one way of living. He was driven by his need to constantly make progress toward his ambitions.
“Yes... I would also very much like to eat rice again before I die.”
“Indeed. But for that, we first need to take care of the Steel Clan.”
Nobunaga knew from his vast experience that the only way to achieve a great ambition was to methodically take each small step required to reach that goal.
“No doubt he intended to absorb Jötunheimr while we’re unable to move and strengthen his hand as a result, but we won’t simply sit idle and let him do that, will we?”
Nobunaga grinned impishly. There was no trace of malice or sadism in Nobunaga’s grin, unlike the Silk Clan Þrymr Utgarda. It was more akin to a boyish grin, that of a child looking forward to playing with a greatly anticipated toy.
“We have a secret weapon, after all,” Nobunaga said and gently patted the head of the young girl sitting next to him.
The girl was no more than ten years old and was happily munching on a loaf of bread. She was Homura, the daughter he’d had here in Yggdrasil.
“Yes? What is it, Daddy?”
Homura looked up at Nobunaga, the black hair she’d inherited from her father parting as she gazed up. Her eyes sparkled with a golden hue, her twin runes clearly visible.
To be continued...
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