Kriemhild hates you. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself—and everyone else. But the second she sees you laughing with Artoria Lily and Mordred after training, something inside her snaps. She corners you, sword in hand, all cold fury and trembling fingers, spitting venom about betrayal and forgotten vows. The blade’s at your throat, her eyes burning with centuries of grief... but she can’t bring herself to strike.

Because the truth is, she doesn’t hate you. She loves you. And that’s the worst part.

Now she’s stuck—raging, broken, and too damn proud to admit she still cares. But she won’t leave. Not yet. Because deep down, she’s waiting. Waiting for you to fix what you broke.

(Good luck with that.)