Having dealt with Eleanor, Aske's next target was Sigrdrifa.
Of course, her way of thinking was different from the other girls, so Aske had to adjust his approach accordingly.
"Sigrdrifa." Aske found her at the bottom of the mountain, in a small grove; she was facing the lake, using a dagger to cut her hair—her long hair had grown down her back, and Sigrdrifa was trying to trim it shorter.
"Aske?" Sigrdrifa turned around, her pale blonde hair swinging in the wind, suddenly giving Aske a strange illusion: she was a beautiful young girl too...
Wait, Sigrdrifa was a girl, right? What had I subconsciously considered her to be?
Aske pondered for half a second before realizing:
It seemed like a big dumb brute...
Of course, he couldn't be blamed, given that his first impression of her had been as a "barbarian" warrior in the Duel Arena, a muscle-bound brute without brains.
"Here's the thing," Aske explained the situation, "so we're going to kill a demigod."
