Chapter 301: Sky Reigning Valkyrie

Inside the headquarters of the Federation Bureau of Inter-world Investigation, chaos wasn’t merely outside—it was boiling inside too.

This place wasn’t just any regular federal building.

No, this Bureau was the frontline of all interdimensional anomalies—dealing with portal breaches, relic retrieval, hostile otherworldly species, and the enigmatic Battle Angels themselves.

Normally, this was a place of utmost discipline and hierarchy.

But today, discipline had been thrown out the window.

In the heart of the building, inside the grand Chief’s Office, the usual authority had been stripped away and replaced with arrogance.

On the prestigious leather-bound chief’s chair lounged a young man—handsome, well-dressed, smug. His legs were kicked up on the table.

A self-satisfied grin spread across his face.

This was Ravis Alenque, son of one of the Federation’s High Commanders.

Across from him, sitting tensely on a plain visitor’s seat, was a middle-aged man with a hollow stare—Director Elgorn, the actual former Chief, now freshly and humiliatingly demoted...to ’Executive Secretary for Internal Correspondence.’

His face was drawn with bitter grief and it was only natural he would be pissed right now.

After three decades of service, surviving interdimensional crises, leading a hundreds critical investigations—he had been dismissed in the span of one morning notice.

All because Ravis’s father pulled some strings.

And now, the brat who didn’t even know how to spell ’interdimensional anomaly’ was the new face of the Bureau.

But just as he was considering strangling the brat in front of him, the glass door creaked open and one of the Bureau’s receptionists entered, a young woman in a blue uniform holding a tray with two cups of coffee.

She first set one quietly in front of Elgorn with a respectful nod...and then turned to offer the other to Ravis.

But as she bent slightly, Ravis’s lips curled.

And without a word, he smacked his hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze.

She yelped in shock, stumbling forward with the tray. The cup clattered but didn’t spill.

She turned, stunned and horrified. "W-What are you doing?!"

Ravis merely grinned, his eyes trailing lazily up her figure.

"Don’t react like that. I just saw a really nice ass and gave it a squeeze." He said, completely unfazed. "It’s not like I assaulted you or something. You’re overreacting."

Lina flushed red, both in fury and panic. She looked at Elgorn, desperate, as if pleading for some form of justice.

But the former Chief only clenched his jaw and looked away.

Because he knew this boy’s history.

He had seen the reports—multiple sexual misconduct allegations, rape cases, brutal assaults against brothel workers.

And yet, every time, nothing happened to him.

The women coerced, men silenced, and those who spoke up vanished.

One incident haunted him especially: a junior officer and a medic who had resisted this very boy’s advances both disappeared.

The man was never found.

And the woman...the woman was found naked and dead on a beach...drugged and defiled.

From that report, understood the game.

So, he didn’t speak. Just looked away.

"You’re dismissed." He told the receptionist coldly—not to insult her, but to protect her.

She bit her lip, eyes glistening, and left the room silently crying, as the young man’s eyes followed her like a predator watching prey walk out of reach.

But before more could be said, something caught the his eye.

Through the grand window of the bureau’s office, the sky outside burned with a holy light—the titanic sword of the Blade Maiden still hanging in the heavens like a divine monument.

Ravis leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "What’s the situation with that? Is it...one of the Battle Angel’s toys?"

Elgorn, with no choice but to answer, responded respectfully despite the bile in his throat.

"Yes...We’ve received confirmed orders. The phenomenon is the result of Lady Yelena. Lady Nadia herself instructed us not to interfere."

"It’s classified as a private power demonstration. No risk to the public."

Ravis hummed. "Fascinating...That level of power. Truly the Battle Angels are beyond."

But then his face twisted into arrogant disdain.

"Still...pathetic, isn’t it? All that power, and they waste it on duels and tests? If I had that kind of strength, I wouldn’t just float swords in the sky—I’d be ruling the world. I’d have the entire planet under my command."

He sneered. "And they talk about peace, prosperity, and nonviolence. It’s dull. Cowardly. If it were me...I’d show them what real power looks like."

Elgorn stared at him in disbelief.

The sheer idiocy...the audacity...It was almost laughable.

But before he could say anything, Ravis stood up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"In fact, I think I’ll go investigate this case personally."

Elgorn nearly jumped out of his seat.

"N-No, absolutely not. We’ve explicitly been told not to go near the site! Lady Nadia’s orders—this is not to be treated as an official case!"

Ravis brushed his jacket arrogantly. "And yet, it’s the perfect case for me to make my debut. Investigate a live Battle Angel operation? Imagine the headlines."

Elgorn stood, pleading. "Please, sir. You don’t understand—if you provoke her, we won’t just be dealing with reports. It could start a catastrophe."

But Ravis had stopped listening.

He adjusted his collar with a grin. "I also hear that Yelena has a daughter. Supposedly a beauty. A real heartbreaker. Supposed to also have the greatest tits ever."

He licked his lips. "Maybe I’ll get to meet her too. Who knows what could happen on the field, right? Maybe she might even invite me to her home for you know what."

And with that, he strutted out the door like a peacock, calling behind him:

"Bring my escort unit. This is my first real investigation."

Elgorn slumped in defeat, fists clenched at his side.

He knew this wasn’t just stupidity.

This was how empires fell.

And calamities began.

—

By now, Mika and Charlotte’s little nail-painting party had come to an end.

Charlotte’s nails were now shimmering in a glittery cherry blossom pink, her hands held up proudly as she examined them with delight.

"They’re so cute! Look, Mika, look! You even added tiny petals!" She beamed.

Mika, kneeling beside her with a small brush still tucked behind his ear, offered a satisfied grin.

"Only the best for my favorite little lady."

Charlotte radiated happiness—her cheeks aglow, her eyes sparkling. It was as if Mika had painted the joy back into her life.

But high above them, the mood was anything but light.

Floating solemnly in the sky, Yelena, the Sword Maiden of Time and Decay, hovered just beneath the roaring clouds.

Behind her...loomed doom incarnate.

A sword—no, a monolithic construct—thousands of meters tall, pierced the heavens, its blade shimmering with a sinister red-black aura.

The skies swirled violently around it, as though the clouds themselves were trying to flee its presence.

And everyone knew.

If that sword fell, even once...

Entire nations would vanish.

This was not just a blade. It was the weapon that turned life to ash and rust.

Imbued with the decay of all things, it could strip a city of its color, its structure, and its soul.

Metal would crumble. Stone would collapse. Forests would rot. Oceans would boil. And earth...would blacken into lifeless crust.

It was the move Yelena once used in the Great War—where a horde of hundreds of millions had marched upon them.

And now, she was pointing it at one man.

With a voice sharp, yet regretful, she called out to him:

"There’s no need for it to end this way, Mika! We can still walk away from this...peacefully."

"Just surrender. I’ll let you go with honor. No shame. No ridicule. I’ll make sure your image isn’t tarnished. I say this from the heart...don’t make me do this."

For a moment, silence.

Then Mika turned toward Charlotte.

"Well, Charlotte..." He said lightly. " Should I surrender like your mom wants?"

"Or do you want me to make a move too?"

Charlotte’s face lit up like a lantern.

"A MOVE?!" She squealed. "You’re gonna fight back? You’re really going to do something?! AAAAAH—YES YES YES! Please do it! Do it right now!"

"It’s been forever since I saw you go all out! Show Mama who’s really the strongest in the world!"

Mika chuckled.

He turned his gaze skyward—locking eyes with Yelena, who stared down with a mix of dread and pride.

"You hear that, Yelena?" He said casually.

"Your daughter wants a show. Seems like peace isn’t on the menu anymore."

Yelena let out a slow, steady sigh. Then, as her hands rose slowly into the air, the colossal sword behind her began to tremble in place.

And then...

"Then so be it." She whispered before bringing her hand down.

And the moment she did—

A thunderous, soul-shaking cry erupted from the heavens. It wasn’t metal clashing. It was metal weeping.

The sword began to move.

From the ground, it looked slow. But in truth, it was descending at terrifying speed, slashing downward through the clouds toward Mika with apocalyptic force.

The sky cracked.

The pressure bent trees in the distance. Tides pulled toward the impact point.

The world braced for extinction.

But Mika...simply closed his eyes.

His fingers began to twitch, almost as if conducting invisible strings. As though he was inputting codes into the world itself.

Then, he opened his dark eyes, before whispering,

[Heavens Call: The Sky-Reigning Valkyrie]

The moment the words left his mouth, the world shook.

The atmosphere itself trembled. The very particles of air screamed in resonance.

Charlotte instinctively stepped back behind Mika, hugging his side, eyes wide.

And then—it appeared.

A massive portal opened up behind Mika—far more enormous than anything Yelena had summoned.

It wasn’t flat. It wasn’t even horizontal.

It was curved like the event horizon of a planet, pulsing with celestial runes.

Something enormous began to step out.

First, a colossal armored hand, with glowing sigils trailing down its gauntlet.

Then, a foot, clad in gold-etched greaves.

Then—a torso, protected by plated silver and white armor that radiated divine warmth.

And finally...a face.

Everyone watching across the world gasped.

It was a woman.

No...not a woman.

A Valkyrie.

Towering into the clouds, her upper body shrouded above the stratosphere, she stood so tall she made the sword look like a toy in her presence.

And then the true shock hit Charlotte.

"W-Wait a second...that’s...me...?"

The Valkyrie’s face was unmistakable.

She had the same delicate features. The same pink hair and crowned with blazing gold. The same sky-blue eyes filled with otherworldly fire.

It was Charlotte.

An older, holy, armored vision of her—returned from the heavens in her ultimate form.

The towering Valkyrie stood still for a moment, her divine presence blotting out the sun, her face half-shrouded in clouds, armor gleaming with celestial light.

Then, without a word, she extended her colossal arm forward—directly toward the monstrous sword Yelena had summoned. Her armored fingers reached out with accuracy.

And then—she gripped the hilt.

Firmly.

Gracefully.

As if it had always belonged to her.

As if this devastating blade—capable of rusting entire nations to dust—was nothing more than her personal sidearm.

The sky held its breath.

The winds froze.

Yelena’s eyes quivered in disbelief as she watched her own weapon—her ultimate technique, forged from rot and decay—be plucked from the air like a twig in the hand of a goddess.

And then—with a single swing—the Valkyrie brought it downward.

The entire atmosphere cracked.

Thunderclaps shattered across the stratosphere. A pulse of force radiated in every direction, flattening clouds, rattling mountains, and nearly flipping ships on distant oceans.

But the blade did not strike earth.

No—it stopped, mere inches from Yelena’s face.

The tip of her own sword, now under the Valkyrie’s control, hovered right in front of her nose—close enough that she could feel the hum of its corrupted magic, close enough that a single breath forward might split the skin of her lips.

Yelena’s eyes trembled.

Her hair fluttered wildly.

And then came the voice.

Calm. Commanding. Smug.

From below, Mika crossed his arms and tilted his head ever so slightly.

"So...Are you finally ready to surrender now?"