Undoubtedly, she'd attract attention. Ragnar, at least, held that certainty.
Yet, the silver maiden… blended seamlessly into the modern sprawl of Oslo. Merely a pretty young woman—that was the extent of the recognition she garnered.
Is it even possible for someone to not be captivated by my princess?
Some form of arcana must be at play here.
He was ninety percent certain that some form of perception interference had to be in effect. There was just no way. Was it a passive ability granted by her status as a Servant? Or maybe, a thousand years later, did the Valkyrie maiden simply appear so natural to Scandinavian eyes that she went unnoticed in this modern world? Or perhaps... a divine protection.
"Your doing, Odin?" he muttered into the air.
Silence. This was a question for the experts.
Some arcane effect was undoubtedly shielding the silver maiden from unwanted attention.
However, there were a few exceptions.
For humans, it was babies nestled in their parents' arms. Adults were susceptible—the first to fall prey to the spell. Then there were animals, particularly those with keen senses, like pet dogs on walks. Ragnar had observed that beings closer to nature seemed more likely to notice her.
Wow, that was a shock. Why did a princess who shouldn't even be here appear out of nowhere?
Indeed, that's what they would silently question as they gazed upon her.

Fate/Lost Einherjar, Chapter 1