Beowulf

Aurora, ominous, legend...

In this small town located in a remote mountain area, there was an indescribable strangeness everywhere. The matter that the old man of Axel and Jens concealed was obviously linked to Aurora.

It seemed that if they wanted to find out the truth of the matter, they had to stay here for a few more days.

Lod pondered for a moment and said, "Lil' Shiro, I might have to trouble you for a few days."

Tōshirō Hitsugaya said seriously, "Lord Spirit King, please tell me, I will do my best to do it!"

"Create a blizzard and seal this town until we find out the truth." Lod said with a smile.

For Tōshirō Hitsugaya, it is easy to change the weather climate in a certain area with the Hyourinmaru.

Although it was summer at this time, the climate was not hot, and the rain was sufficient, so it was not difficult to create a blizzard.

The only thing that was slightly difficult part was that the duration of this blizzard was that it might be a big challenge for Tōshirō Hitsugaya and his Spiritual Power.

"No problem, Lord Spirit King."

Tōshirō Hitsugaya expressed that there was no problem, and he also considered the duration.

The blizzard didn't need to last for a long time. It only needed to seal off the road outside the town. Because the snow that fell before wouldn't disappear, it was still possible to seal the town for seven or eight days.

After resolving the reason for staying, Lod looked at Brunhilde and smiled. "Next, it's up to you. Find out about the legend of Aurora from them and see what secret this small town is hiding."

The reason why he gave this task to Brunhilde was actually because the little boy called Jens had a very good impression of Brunhilde.

Using the identity of the big sister next door to get the little boy, the success rate was much higher than them.

"Leave it to me!"

Brunhilde nodded and accepted the mission.

"Others..."

Lod looked at the remaining people and said, "Soi Fon, take a few people to the edge of the town and see if there are any other clues about Polar Light."

As for Ulquiorra,

It was better to stay by his side. Anyway, with his temper, it was not suitable for him to go out and communicate with others.

After assigning their respective tasks, Tōshirō Hitsugaya went out to create a snowstorm. The rest sat around the fireplace, waiting for the next day to come.

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The next day.

This remote town welcomed a rarely seen blizzard in a hundred years.

Thick dark clouds surged like ink, covering dozens of miles of sky. All the roads that went in and out of the town were covered by several meters of thick snow. Even the nearby mountains were wrapped in a layer of silver.

The only strange thing was that.

Only this small town was not covered by a blizzard, as if there was some kind of special power protecting this small town.

In fact, this was intentional by Tōshirō Hitsugaya.

Otherwise, if the blizzard buried the town, it would inevitably cause some innocent casualties.

But for the people in the town, this was no different than adding snow to the frost. Almost everyone had a thick layer of fear on their faces.

The old man Axel woke up early. He stood at the door of the town with a cane and looked at the snow covered scenery outside. His expression was deep and gloomy.

"Grandpa..."

Jens looked at the blizzard and revealed a trace of uneasiness and fear. He supported the old man and said worriedly, "Could it be because of Aurora..."

"Jens, don't talk nonsense."

The old man with a vertical eyebrow stared at the surroundings carefully. After making sure that there was no one else around, he warned him, "Don't mention this again in the future. I have something to do. Go home obediently and tell those people not to run around."

Obviously, the old man with Axel also knew that it was impossible for those people to walk out of such a huge snowstorm. They could only stay in this small town for the time being.

"Oh, okay" Jens pouted and walked home.

After the old man sent his grandson home, he shook his head and walked toward a building near the sea of the town.

Soi Fon, who has trained to become the chief of Onmitsukidō, intuitively told her that she might find something if she followed, so she quietly followed the old man.

The old man with the cane took more than half an hour to come to the building near the sea with difficulty.

Unlike other architectural styles in the town, this building near the sea is a tall tower, a bit like a lighthouse on the sea, but there is no indicator light at the top.

Axel took a deep breath and slowly walked up the stairs paved with stones. He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

Dong...

The wooden door made a dull sound under the knocking.

"Wiglaf, it's me, Axel." Axel shouted through the wooden door, as if he wanted to wake up the man inside.

After a long time, the wooden door creaked open and a rough middle-aged man with stubble all over his face, dressed in the typical Viking style, appeared.

"What are you doing here?"

Wiglaf seemed to be still asleep. He opened his sleepy eyes and yawned, "It will be the day of the fire festival in a few days. Why aren't you looking at the entrance of the town? Why are you here?"

"The town has been cut off by a blizzard..." Axel said with a serious expression.

"Blizzard??"

Apparently, Wiglaf hadn't woken up yet. He was stunned for more than ten seconds. Then, when he saw the mountain covered in snow, his expression couldn't help but change. "How... How is this possible? It's summer now!"

A deep worry appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. "Do you think... it's because... the legendary aurora appeared?"

"Impossible!"

Wiglaf suddenly became very excited, his eyes widened like an angry lion, but then quickly like venting, his eyes repeated, "This is impossible... This is impossible... This is impossible..."

Seeing this situation, Soi Fon, who was hiding in the dark, could not help but frowning.

Aurora, another Aurora?

What secret was this Aurora hiding that made people in a small town so afraid of the Aurora and the legend?

The old man Axel hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes unconsciously glanced at a bulging mound by the sea. He asked carefully, "Perhaps the appearance of the Aurora was really warning us that it was coming back."

Wiglaf was silent for a long time. His expression was extremely solemn, and his faintly trembling pupils showed that his heart was not so calm at the moment.

Wiglaf clenched his fists tightly and said in a deep voice, "Axel, it's time to gather everyone."

"You... You want to..."

The old man was shocked. He couldn't even hold his walking stick properly and fell to the ground. However, he didn't care about it at all. He just stared at the rough man.

"A thousand years have passed..."

Wiglaf puffed out his chest, his entire body exuding an aura of battle. His eyes were like those of a proud lion as he said domineeringly, "It's finally about to wake up, and it's time for us to stand out. Like a valiant ancestor, we can defeat and seal it once more!"

The old man Axel recalled his grandson, and a hesitant expression flashed across his face for a moment. He did not respond to the man.

"Axel, don't forget that our ancestor is the famous Beowulf!" Wiglaf roared, startling the hesitant old man.

"Yes... I know..."

Axel let out a long sigh, sadness appearing in his eyes. "We are the descendants of heroes and have inherited Beowulf's glory and bravery. We must complete the unfinished business of our ancestors."