In this Age of Heroes.
Scáthach.
The Queen of the Land of Shadows, who once slew gods, had an enormous fanbase.
She was one of the strongest contenders for the title of Grand Lancer.
Now, Scáthach's appearance as a Lostbelt King left the audience utterly stunned.
The Queen of the Land of Shadows hailed from Celtic mythology, which had little to do with Norse mythology, didn't it?
Celtic, Greek, and Norse were the three major mythological systems of Europe.
Under the audience's curious gaze.
Scáthach, in her Snow Queen persona, mused with mild curiosity: "Even after millennia, I still can't comprehend this human emotion."
"Yet humans seem utterly enthralled by it. How fascinating~"
"Is it the heat of fire, the sweetness of snow, or perhaps a mix of both?"
This seemingly aloof, untouchable Lostbelt King had taken an interest in human romance.
"Your Majesty..."
Ophelia looked slightly awkward.
She had indeed wanted to build a good relationship with the Lostbelt King, but her plan had been to manipulate her—not to be toyed with like this.
"That smile—like a child with a new toy. You have your charms too."
Scáthach regarded her coolly. "Now, how fares the Tree of Emptiness?"
As the Lostbelt King, she knew full well that this was the core of the Lostbelt.
If the tree was felled or endangered, the entire Lostbelt would collapse!
"The Tree grows well. In the Norse Lostbelt, none can oppose Your Majesty." Ophelia offered a small flattery.
"Naturally. My world, my Scandinavia, shall forever enjoy peaceful and fulfilling days."
Scáthach replied matter-of-factly. "No competitors—only beasts preying on prey."
"Humans and beasts shall not fight each other, but coexist."
This brief exchange.
Made the audience increasingly convinced that this Lostbelt King seemed even more competent than Ivan the Terrible.
Even after turning his people into Yaga, Ivan couldn't stop them from battling monsters.
Scáthach continued: "I am the absolute ruler of this frozen land. I see all that unfolds."
"Your Majesty, please grant us permission to eliminate Chaldea's Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others." Ophelia requested.
"Why kill them?"
Scáthach's gaze turned icy.
"Because they are my enemies!" Ophelia replied.
The seven Master candidates of Team A saw Fujimaru Ritsuka, the last Master of Proper Human History, as their greatest foe.
To decide the ruler of Earth, their first step was to eliminate humanity's last hope.
Then, from the seven Lostbelts, only one victor would emerge.
"But I refuse! My frozen world is not lifeless—it is shaped by my love."
Scáthach flatly rejected. "This frozen land shall not be tainted by your so-called hatred, nor by human bloodshed!"
"Do you understand, Ophelia... and you, knight?"
Her tone carried an unmistakable threat.
The majesty of the Lostbelt King was on full display.
The crushing pressure made the two instantly pale.
The audience burst into laughter—
[Long live the Queen! Seeing these traitors humiliated is even better than pulling an SSR!]
[Tch. Looks like Nameless will have to rely on his Grand-tier charm to win over Her Majesty.]
[This Queen seems so gentle, kind, and adorable—definitely doesn't look her age!]
[Can you even speak? The Queen is forever seventeen! She could still be in high school!]
[Now I'm looking forward to the meeting between this virtuous Queen and Nameless!]
No helping it.
Nameless was the sole guardian of Proper Human History, the last defender of humanity.
Team A, meanwhile, were traitors who had sided with the Alien God.
Seeing them suffer only made the audience cheer all the louder for the Queen.
Then.
The scene shifted back to Chaldea.
The team was still searching for signs of human activity.
Fou suddenly leaped off Mash's shoulder and dashed into the distance.
Mash called out worriedly, "Fou, don't run off! If a giant finds you, you'll be eaten!"
"No need to worry. He's still a Beast, after all," Nameless chuckled.
Even a juvenile Beast was still a Beast.
To threaten its life, it'd take at least a god.
Ordinary giants stood no chance.
Fou cried out: "Fou... Fou! (There's a human child here!)"
As the "Primate Murder," it was the natural bane of all humans.
Naturally, it possessed terrifyingly powerful tracking abilities, allowing it to easily locate any human nearby.
It had specifically led the group here after detecting the presence of a little girl.
The girl had golden hair and blue eyes, and at that moment, she was facing the terrifying threat of a Frost Giant.
Upon seeing Nameless and the others rushing toward her, the girl immediately shouted, "Hey, who are you? Hurry up and run!"
Despite being in mortal danger herself, her only thought was to urge the others to escape first.
Nameless smiled. "Don't worry, we'll be fine. Mash, protect her. I'll end this quickly."
Giants often moved in groups.
If the battle wasn't resolved swiftly, it would attract an overwhelming number of them—enough to force even him to retreat.
"Don't go! You'll die! Once a Giant notices you, there's no escape!"
The girl desperately tried to dissuade him.
As Nameless charged forward, she closed her eyes and prayed fervently, "Oh God, please… even if I'm crushed by the Giant, don't let them get hurt!"
Then.
She timidly opened her eyes—just in time to see Nameless's figure transform into a streak of light as he shot toward the Giant.
The sword in his hand gleamed, slicing through the Giant's neck as effortlessly as cutting melons, ending the battle in an instant!
Boom—
The Giant's massive body collapsed heavily onto the ground, sending snow and ice flying.
The girl's eyes widened in disbelief.
Nameless walked over and gently patted her head with a smile. "Don't worry, there's nothing to fear now. I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka from Chaldea. This shield-wielding big sister here is Mash."
"Eh? My name's Gerda. Are you… God's messengers?" The girl blinked in astonishment.
"No, we're just ordinary travelers passing by."
Nameless sighed softly as he looked at the girl's adorable face.
To this world, he was the ultimate evil.
To ensure the continuation of Pan-Human History, he would have to personally destroy this world.
Yet, faced with this little girl, he couldn't just leave her to die.
It was the most excruciating torment imaginable.
Mash stepped forward and gently took his hand. "Senpai~"
She knew exactly what he was thinking.
The collapse of the first Lostbelt still weighed heavily on her conscience.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Nameless shook his head.
They helped Gerda gather medicinal herbs to save her sick younger brother.
Afterward.
Gerda led them to her village.
At a glance,
the village was filled with young children and a few young adults.
There wasn't a single elder—not even a middle-aged person in sight!
Gerda grinned. "Welcome to Village No. 23! I'll treat you to the most delicious honey bread!"
A group of children ran over, calling her "big sister" and clinging to her affectionately.
"Why are there so many children here? Where are the adults?" Mash asked curiously.
"Isn't it normal to have lots of kids? The grown-ups leave the village when they turn 25."
Gerda tilted her head, as if puzzled by the question.
Mash was stunned. "But the outside is full of Giants! How can they go out there?"
These were clearly ordinary people.
If they encountered a Giant, death was certain!
"Exactly. Adults give birth to children, raise them for ten years, and when they turn 25, they leave the village to be eaten by giants."
With the most innocent tone, Gerda revealed a shocking truth.
She glanced at Dr. Roman beside her: "Even if they aren't eaten by giants, they'll be trampled to death at 25. No one lives to be as old as you."
The members of Chaldea all stared at her in shock.
Gerda looked up, her face full of smiles, and said, "I'll be 15 next year. If I don't have a child before 15, I'll be trampled to death by giants."
Such simple words.
Instantly sent chills down the spines of all the viewers—
[Damn! Damn! Damn! The worldview of the second Lostbelt is way too messed up!]
[Ahhh, don't say such cruel things with such an angelic, adorable smile!]
[I thought with Queen Scáthach's protection, everyone could live carefree lives! Turns out I was wrong!]
[Damn, that's a brutal slap in the face! Scáthach is actually raising humans like livestock!]
[Holy crap, this is just like The Promised Neverland! Everyone's just a commodity, sold off when they come of age!]
[They're not even allowed to live past 25! This world should just be destroyed!]
...
In the marketplace.
Heracles gave the fish-selling Cu Chulainn a strange look. "So, this is how your teacher protects her people?"
The Nordic Lostbelt was terrifying.
Far worse than any Singularity or Lostbelt he knew of.
Even in the most dangerous Singularity, Camelot, where Artoria had become the Lion King, she at least allowed the chosen ones to live.
But here?
You had to have a child before 15, or you'd be trampled to death by giants!
After raising the child for ten years, you could only live until 25, then you'd be eaten by giants!
Heracles was utterly stunned.
Sure, in ancient times when productivity was low, early marriage and childbirth were common.
But being killed for not having children? What kind of nonsense was that?
Even in the most feudal, primitive eras, they weren't this cruel!
And!
Just when people reached their prime at 25, they had to willingly become food for giants? What the hell?
What was the point of such a miserable existence?
"I don't know either…"
Cu Chulainn replied weakly.
He was shocked watching the video too.
He never imagined his teacher's Lostbelt would be this horrifying.
At first glance, he thought it was like the anime Attack on Titan, where humans fought against terrifying giants.
But now it was clear.
This wasn't a fight—it was like The Promised Neverland, where humans were actively raised as food for giants!
Even the name "Village No. 23" was cold and clinical.
How was this any different from livestock farms?
And when paired with Scáthach's earlier words—"My Scandinavia will forever enjoy fulfilling and peaceful days."
What irony!
It was peaceful, alright.
No need to fight wild beasts.
Because humans were the beasts' meals, custom-raised to feed them!
"Truly, this world has no right to exist!" Heracles took a deep breath.
If anything.
The first Lostbelt, where people struggled to survive as Yaga, at least made him feel some pity.
In this second Lostbelt, Heracles only wanted to personally destroy it!
...
Under the furious gazes of all the viewers.
In the video.
Nameless, Mash, and the others all fell into deathly silence.
The little girl's face was full of innocence, yet she spoke such an unbearably cruel truth.
It left everyone utterly stunned.
At that moment.
Gerda continued with a smile, "Fujimaru Ritsuka, earlier you helped me defeat the giants and gathered medicine to save my brother. I can't repay you, so how about we make a child together?"
"..."
Nameless looked at her with a complicated expression.
A fourteen-year-old loli was extending an invitation of love to him.
Mash quickly stepped between them, saying, "Um, we're not from this world."
"Eh, not from this world?" Gerda looked astonished.
"We come from Proper Human History, where everyone can live as long as they want."
Nameless bent down slightly, placing a hand on her small head. "You can marry whenever you want. Do you long for that kind of free life?"
"Eh, such a life exists?" Gerda's little face grew even more bewildered.
She couldn't comprehend his words at all.
Could such a wonderful world truly exist?
Just then.
An envoy serving the queen arrived in the village.
With machine-like indifference, he declared, "Those who have reached 25 years of age, come with me outside now."
A death sentence!
Once you turned 25, you had to leave the village's protection and become food for the giants!
"I won't allow it!" Nameless drew his sword and pointed it at the envoy.
Call him hypocritical, call him chuunibyou.
Even if this world was to be pruned, he couldn't stand by and do nothing.
At the very least, letting them enjoy their final moments was the only thing he could do to make amends.
Under his forceful intervention...
A mere mass-produced Enforcer naturally couldn't withstand the assault.
And then.
It called for more Enforcers.
Each one possessed considerable combat prowess, making them the strongest forces under the Alien God's command.
Just as Nameless and the others were struggling in battle—
An unexpected ally descended.
Bathed in radiant flames, he made a majestic entrance, blasting an Enforcer away with a single cannon shot.
With a bright, cheerful grin, he greeted them: "Yo, the last Master of Proper Human History, you need a hand, right? I, Napoleon, have answered your call!"
No summoning was necessary.
This legendary Heroic Spirit, known to countless people, had arrived of his own volition—bold and unyielding!