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After his meeting with Bishamon, Viggo took a horse and galloped south towards the forest of Wishe that connected Orario with the mining country of Sharm. As the horse galloped, Viggo thought about the goddess's actions.

He had told Bishamon that he had a skill that allowed him to search for things or people at a distance. He does not clarify at any time if his divinity was a magic or something. That was secret information. However, he guarantees her that, with a small manifestation of divinity associated with fortune, he could find the person who was destined to be in the Bishmon family.

<<—That seems too convenient— said the goddess Bishamon, she had moved to a seat next to Viggo and was looking at him with some fascination.

Viggo kept the situation under control and did not let the discomfort be noticed. He just smiled and spoke in a friendly way, maintaining a balance between cordiality and respect.

—You just need to take my hand, manifest a little of your divinity and I'll do the rest— said Viggo.

-Ok, do what you must do and when you're ready, I'll give you my hand-

Viggo nodded with a smile, calm, but a little worried about the goddess who seemed to be flirting with every look and word she gave him. Viggo took a deep breath, channeled his divine power and his eyes emitted a golden glow. He stretched out his hand and through a gray shadow in the same shape as Bishamon, he watched as she put her hand on his. It was the effect of his clairvoyance, allowing him to see two seconds ahead of the action. After two seconds, he watched as the flesh-and-blood Bishamon placed her hand on his. Then the shadow of Bishamon brought her face closer and gave him a kiss.

Viggo became tense for a moment, but he regained his calm and maintained his normal attitude. Bishamon didn't seem to have noticed because the image of the flesh-and-blood Bishamon approached and kissed him, just like his previous shadow>>

Viggo pulled the reins of the horse and the latter slowed down little by little until walking. The road was dirt, with ditches on the sides and beyond dense forests. The road was lit with the last rays of the sun, but the forests on the sides were filling with shadows. Viggo took a deep breath as the breeze carried the musty scent of a nearby lake.

—What am I going to do?— he asked quietly. He was not against having another woman, he likes women, especially beautiful and intelligent, like Semiramis and Scheherezade. Even if that meant having to put up with a bunch of guys coming up to them every day with other pretensions. However, he knew little about Bishamon. For starters, they had only seen each other a couple of times since she arrived in Orario. He hadn't even paid attention to her feminine charms Is it because she had a more modest appearance compared to Kiara, Semiramis, Scheherezade and Rosewisse? Even Sakura and Ana were developing more glamorous silhouettes. Bishamon was already a goddess, she would not grow old or change, she would remain slender and beautiful forever.

Viggo shook his head, it wasn't for that. Unlike his time in Sparta, Viggo was now busy with his own affairs and goals. He had no time or mind for other people. Rosewisse was something fortuitous, of fate, a once-in-a-lifetime fortunate encounter. However, here in Orario Viggo was focused on other things and with the latest events in the dungeon, their visions and so on, had no time for other women. Otherwise, maybe he would have put his interest in Hitomi, the thin red-haired elf. Her face was beautiful, her body delicate and her breasts exploded. However, he wasn't interested in her either. Perhaps he had lost his sexual appetite. Not either, every time he did it with his wives, he considered that he put more energy and lust into making love. He had not lost his desire for them at all, it was, that just, the other women seemed so simple to him. Even if Hitomi was beautiful and intelligent, Scheherezade was just as beautiful and voluptuous, but that was overshadowed by her voice and pleasant personality. She was active, talkative, with a topic that absorbed your attention in a few words. Semiramis was beautiful, haughty, proud, knew what she wanted in life and tried to be as successful and influential as possible, like a true empress. It was just that the other women wanted so little, desired so little, seduced so little, that Viggo didn't even notice them. Although Bishamon and Hitomi were beautiful, their figures paled against that of Semiramis and Scheherezade.

Rosewisse was funny, a true friend. Sakura and Ana seductress, like little malicious fairies, full of tenderness. Tsubaki, his great confidant, the person who saved Viggo's ass a million times in his childhood, someone who loves beyond love.

—I'm just rambling— muttered Viggo as the horse continued to walk across the road. Viggo took a deep breath and said —perhaps, I should draw a line between them and me.

Viggo gave him a slight blow with his heels and the horse trotted again until he started running. Viggo watched as they moved down the road, beware of potholes and large stones in their path. Trees passed sideways as a flock of birds soared into the sky as if it were a huge cloud.

Viggo saw a fork to the right and threw his trunk back while holding the reins firm and pulling his feet forward so that the horse gradually slowed down to a stop. Once the horse stopped, Viggo activated his clairvoyance, and his eyes took on a golden glow. Then his sight traveled ten kilometers towards the mountains, away from the road and in the middle of some pastures, a boy of about ten years, blond, with a metal armor, brandished a sword as big as him.

Viggo smiled, snapped his tongue, and tapped the horse's heels with his heels, which reacted by jogging again. Viggo directed him to the fork, a four-meter-wide dirt road with grasslands and forest on the sides. Viggo continued galloping on the horse for two more hours until the sky darkened, and the first stars appeared. He continued to trot through a field with green grass and hawthorn trees ten meters apart until he found what he was looking for. Viggo got off the horse, approached a tree, and tied the reins to a thick branch. Then he walks to a campfire where there was only one boy with blond hair and a gloomy face, too serious for his age.

Viggo from a distance saw him and wondered if he at his age had an equal expression. No, most likely not, he was silly as stones and laughed at everything. He only made such an expression when his teacher challenged him or made him train until he fell into surrender. Then he wondered what had happened to such a boy who did not appear to be more than ten years old to make that face.

—Hello— said Viggo with a gentle smile, but as soon as the boy noticed it, he stretched out his hand to the sword as big as he did and stood up holding it with both hands, but pointing at the ground, as if it were a threat "I have a sword and if you force me to use it, I will occupy it" or something like that his expression said. Viggo did not get angry and continued to walk with a friendly expression, sat on the other side of the bonfire without asking permission and asked him —What's wrong? Are you going to stand there holding that sword?—

The boy frowned, sat on a rock that occupied the seat, but never let go of the sword.

Viggo looked at the surroundings noticing that there was nothing to eat. Then he remembered his training days at Kratos' house. He got up, went to a hawthorn tree, and materialized his axe, cut off some branches, removed the thorns and removed the bark. Then he went back to where the bonfire was, sat in front of the blond boy in his armor, who just watched him silently. Viggo took out of his golden ring in his right hand some pieces of venison (there were better meats, but he was already seated to this meat), cut them into pieces and pricked them on the branches. Then he put them on the fire and a few minutes later a pleasant aroma began to come out.

—What are you doing in these places, kid?— asked Viggo, giving him a brief glance. The boy of about ten was drooling over the food Viggo was cooking. Viggo chuckled and continued to look at the meat skewers –What's your name?– he ask but had no answers.

Half an hour later the meat was almost ready, the hawthorn was good fuel for the fire. Viggo took a skewer, took out a container and took out some salt from inside. Then he scattered it on the surface of the skewer and finally tasted a bite.

—Mmmm, this is good and I'm not saying it because I did it— said Viggo in a friendly voice, he looked at the boy who wanted to take off the skewer and eat it himself, but despite his wishes, Viggo did not offer him.

—What do you want?— asked the boy looking at the fire —if you are from the empire, you are wasting your time, I will not return.—

—Oooh, so you're from the empire— said Viggo with a smile and a mouth full of flesh, continue chewing and after swallowing, continuous —you should be more conservative.

Viggo stared at him with a gentle smile on his lips, but the blond boy in his metal armor still maintained a serious expression. Viggo shook his head, squatted down, took one of the five remaining skewers of meat, and laid it out to the boy over the fire.

—Come on, it's free, free of charge, I won't ask you for anything— Viggo said.

The blond boy looked into his eyes, then looked at the skewer. He made the same gesture several times, until hunger betrayed all his distrust and stretched out his hand to take the skewer.

—Be careful, it's hot— said Viggo, but the boy ignored him and took a big bite of a piece of meat, he puffed with his mouth open several times, but he didn't throw the meat out of his mouth. It seems that he had burned, but he continued to blow until he could eat the meat.

—I told you, it's hot, be careful— Viggo said.

The boy with the brush held in his hands covered by metal gauntlets, looked at the skewer, and then looked at Viggo. Finally, he opened his mouth wanting to say many things, but he only said -thank you-

—You're welcome, buddy, I'm Viggo, and you?—

—Siegfried, of the empire

—Well, Sigfried of the empire, what are you doing around here? This is the southern region of Orario, the empire is very, far to the northeast.

—I...— said Sigfried, looked at the skewer and took a bite of the meat, it seems that it was not so hot anymore because it did not have to blow. Once he chews and swallow the meat, continue —I want to be strong, stronger than anyone else.

-Oooh, in that case you're lucky boy, I have a goddess friend who lives in Orario-

Siegfried frowned and examined Viggo from head to toe —sorry— he said, —I'm grateful for the food, but you don't look like someone who has connections to a goddess—

—It's because you're a very shallow boy— Viggo said with a smile on his lips without taking the comment seriously.