The Hunters and their Valkyries

(Translation) 5: A Visit

In Europe, in a quiet courtyard that seemed to be a forgotten remnant of the past, stood an enigmatic man who appeared to be in his early twenties, but whose deep, knowing gaze bespoke much greater antiquity. His blond hair, pulled back into a ponytail, framed piercing green eyes that seemed to contain centuries of experience.

Otto Apocalypse's outfit was as peculiar as himself. He wore an elegant purple jacket with elaborate details, paired with a white shirt neatly tucked into it. His hands, clad in white gloves, seemed to hide an even deeper mystery. A brown leather belt hugged his figure, highlighting his imposing presence, and gray pants accentuated his distinguished aura. The brown boots he was wearing, worn but well cared for, testified to the many paths traveled by this enigmatic man.

Sitting in an antique chair that seemed to be a testament to the Victorian style of bygone days, Otto gazed at his surroundings with a mixture of nostalgia and calm. Although the courtyard seemed out of place in today's times, to him it was a reminiscence of a past that had left a deep imprint on his existence.

As he calmly sipped a glass of red wine, Otto's mind filled with memories etched in his memory over the centuries. He remembered times of splendor and decadence, of love and loss, of battles fought and victories won. He was a being who had witnessed the flow of time and witnessed countless events that had shaped the world in which he lived.

Otto Apocalypse, also known as Overseer Schicksal, was an ancient being, with more than five hundred years of life behind him. His experiences had transformed him into a keeper of knowledge and secrets, and his commanding presence inspired awe and fear in those who crossed his path.

"Theresa, how are you?" Otto asked with a warm and friendly smile. Although he appeared to be in his thirties, his expression and attitude conveyed a sense of wisdom and care, as if he were the young woman's doting grandfather.

Teresa, the figure projected in front of him, was an extraordinary woman, with the appearance of a young woman of about 16 years of age, but with a wisdom and maturity that defied her apparent youth. Her snow-white hair, long and graceful, framed a radiant face with blue eyes filled with wisdom and understanding.

Although she had already lived to be 41 years old, Theresa continued to wear a nun's outfit that matched the apparent age of her body. This outfit, though it might have been seen as a mere formality, was more a symbol of her dedication and devotion to a greater cause.

"I have my ups and downs, like always, Grandpa," Teresa replied, her voice clear and sincere. "But knowing that you are here, even through this projection, comforts me."

"I know, but if you or the St. Freya academy you love have problems, you can ask me for help, you are still my beautiful granddaughter. As a grandfather, of course I will help my dear granddaughter." 

 Otto still kept his friendly smile 

At Otto's comforting words, Theresa couldn't help but be touched by the warmth and dedication he had always shown her. It was true that their relationship was not typical of a grandfather and his granddaughter, but over the years, they had forged a special bond that went beyond time and age.

Theresa knew that she could trust Otto and that he would be there for her anytime she needed it. Although she appeared to be a young woman, she had lived long enough to understand the value of having someone she could trust and who was always willing to lend a helping hand.

Theresa's questioning look reflected her deep respect and appreciation for the figure before her. While it might be difficult for those who didn't know her story to understand, the connection between them was genuine and meaningful.