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[sub][color=gray]The First Chapter! A New World?[/color][/sub]

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[indent][color=EF2F3F]“It’s not valhalla, if that’s what you think.”[/color]

It was probably the first thing that came to the girl’s mind–or maybe it wasn’t. Sigridelle had gotten the question when something like this happened. An eternity of fighting. It’d be pretty easy just to tell people their new life was Valhalla and move on with her work, but it’d also be a cruel deception. As demure and irreverent as the angel was, she wasn’t cruel nor did she like people who were. Her eyes moved across the battlefield as she thought about the awful situation Mako no doubt found herself in. How could she get a 21st Century office worker acclimated to something that represented Europe’s middle ages? This job was going to be tough.

[color=EF2F3F]“Someone made a mistake in processing.”[/color] She stated nonchalantly, [color=EF2F3F]“You weren’t supposed to die. You were supposed to survive the crash.”[/color]

She looked back at the girl. Yep. That was the expression she expected.

[color=EF2F3F]“By the time the error was attempted to be rectified your family had already cremated your remains, so there was nothing to send you back to. So, they found a solution. This is that solution.”[/color]








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