Orario has lost his champions 2.234

After collecting all the information in the cold region, northeast of the Lake of the Nine Kingdoms, Rosewisse and Viggo flew through the West Forest heading south and saw the end of a dark forest on the banks of a thirty-meter-wide river.

Rosewisse fluttered a little more to give herself momentum as she carried Viggo. That helped them to finally get out of the dark forest, crossed the thirty-meter-wide river and reached the dock. Then they saw in detail a garden where they had planted all kinds of vegetables to eat. A little further a large tree that from this distance seemed to have four thick legs with a flat base. And beyond the tree, a forest with red leaves, lived, in addition to wild blue and fuchsia plants.

Rosewisse began to slow his flight until he stopped five meters above the dock and released Viggo, who fell on his feet. She gently descended behind him, and both began to walk along the pier. They saw that on the banks of the river there were cages for fishing, a fishing net, a boat, and his oar. Then they looked ahead, where the garden was with all kinds of vegetables, plants and finally a huge tree several tens of meters thick. However, the tree seemed to have four thick legs and at that moment, it raises, revealing a kind of house under its base. Then a wooden door was seen, which opened and from it came a woman with brown hair, with an average appearance while wearing robes of opaque colors, sleeveless and with bare feet.

—Good afternoon— Viggo said with a calm demeanor —I'm sorry to get into your grounds, but I'm looking for something—

—What could a god from other lands want in my garden?— the woman asked in a clear, soft voice in a contemptuous attitude.

—Technically I'm not a god, but leaving that aside, we looked with my wife for a place. Don't worry, we won't touch anything or bother you—

—You, the girl— said the woman, ignoring Viggo's explanation —Are you a Valkyrie?—

—Yes, ma'am— said Rosewisse with a polite tone of voice —as my husband says, we come for something, but you don't have to worry, we will search on our own without damaging anything in your garden and we will leave—

—You are...— said the woman, squinting —too young for a valkyrie, how many winters have you lived? Fifteen, sixteen? I'll let you snoop around as much as you want in my garden if you have a cup of tea with me—

Rosewisse looked at Viggo, the latter frowned, but nodded. He could feel that the woman had other intentions than drinking tea, but they were not bad in the sense that she wanted to hurt Rosewisse. It was like she wanted to talk to a friend or something.

—I'll take my time— Viggo said and went for a walk in the orchard to the left.

Rosewisse walked before the brown-haired woman, she had a tired and worked appearance, like most people living in seclusion. Possibly a hermit or a witch.

—You're far away from home, girl— said the woman —Your name?—

—Rosewisse, ma'am— Rosewisse said in a respectful tone of voice. She saw that the woman smiled tenderly and amusedly, as if she found her way of speaking funny to her. Rosewisse was confused, looked at herself and noticed that she was wearing her golden armor. She had been dressing in the same way for several days and only took it off to take a bath or make love to Viggo.

—I'm sorry— Rosewisse said, and kept the Valkyrie armor inside her soul, leaving only a light blue one-piece dress on. The fabric stuck to his body revealing a glamorous and abundant figure on the chest, butt, and thighs.

—Very young— said the woman, admiring Rosewisse's beauty —especially paying attention to the white wings —they are very beautiful— she said.

—Thank you, everyone praises my wings now that they're white, but in a couple of years they'll turn black.

The woman turned around and walked to the door in the house under the big tree —What about the red-haired boy? Even though he has said that it is not, I can feel its divine power. If that's the case, won't change his mind?

—I don't know, I've never asked myself— Rosewisse replied —I just know that I love Viggo, and I don't want to leave him—

Once they entered the witch's house, Rosewisse saw a rustic house, with a fireplace on the left side and a cauldron boiling with a magical substance that emitted a fuchsia glow, normally occupied to perform vain magic. It's been a long time since he saw anything like it, so he relaxed. On the right side was a wooden table and a chair.

—Sit in the chair, don't worry, I have another one— said the witch in a casual tone of voice.

Rosewisse walked to the chair, a little self-conscious about her wings that would force her to sit on the edge, but in order not to contradict the witch, she sat down without pointing at it. It felt weird and special to find someone like that in Midgar without being tried to kill.

—Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice your wings— said the witch returning to the table, she showed a sincere smile on that face that looked young, but without anything to stand out. She left the teapot made of metal and covered by a layer of soot dark as night, on the table. Then she went to look for a rustic stool with a base about thirty centimeters in diameter. She held it out to Rosewisse but seeing her figure through the dress, she gave a chuck thinking that Rosewisse's butt was too big and making the latter blush and bring her hands behind her back to cover her butt.

—I laugh, but don't be ashamed, women would kill to have a figure like yours— said the witch in a good mood —you remind me of a person I knew a long time ago. She was as beautiful as you—

—Thank you— said Rosewisse shyly. The witch handed her the stool, Rosewisse brought the chair to her, and they both sat down at the table.

—Much better?— the witch asked as she took the teapot covered in black soot and poured hot water into a clay cup.

—Yes, ma'am, thank you very much— replied Rosewisse —Do you have chamomile?—

—Sure, give me a moment—

The witch finished pouring herself hot water and left the kettle on the floor. Then she approached some jars she had on a shelf next to the fireplace and checked several of them until she found what she was looking for. Once she found the chamomile, she returned to the table and held it out to Rosewisse while she poured some tea leaves into the water.

—It's rare to see a Valkyrie in these places— said the brown-haired woman casually —but in her physical condition, what forced you back to your normal state?—

—I'm new— said Rosewisse timidly —I earned my wings five winters ago, but no one has been able to teach me spiritualization, have you heard of that?—

—A little— said the witch with an awkward smile —a little, almost nothing, listen to a friend—

—I see, do you know anyone from Vanaheim? I, I think you know a lot and it gives me a sense of familiarity—

—Yes, something like that, I know a little Vanaheim. I'm older than you, so I was able to live in Vanaheim before the raven god banned travel and the serpent of the world overflowed the Lake of the Nine Kingdoms—

—In that case, did you know my mother? Her name was Freida—

The witch went blank for a few seconds, remembering a silver-haired baby, before she went to live with that nefarious man. Gondul had given birth at that time. A pitiful time —no— she said, looking away —I'm an ordinary witch. I went to Vanaheim, practiced vanir magic, but that doesn't make me someone important. Sorry, it's a shame—

—I understand— Rosewisse said, looking down.

The witch, noticing the young Rosewisse sad, began to tell her about some crowded places in Vanaheim. Rosewisse was encouraged and told her how those places had changed. Well, until the last time she saw them, about three years ago, before the Vanir council drove his family into the forest of death.

—How did you meet that boy?— the witch asked.

Rosewisse blushed, smiled with a unique beauty, and said —It was fate, you see, one day...—

The witch listened to Rosewisse talk about her feelings and illusions, fascinated by the pure reflection of first love. A gallant, handsome, talkative, and friendly man. Always patient, a little silly, but excellent lover and companion. Funny even when he doesn't want to be. Someone she can trust.

—But he's a god and you a Valkyrie— said the witch —don't you think he'll get bored of you at some point?—

—I don't know— Rosewisse replied, looking down —I haven't asked myself, but I do have other concerns. You see, he is important and right now many people are helping him to become a good king of the...— Rosewisse took a break and then continued —into a good king. However, he is taking a bad king as an example because he says that person is intelligent. I tell him that he is a bad example, that he should not even consider him as a model, but he insists, and I am afraid that he will go astray. Let him transform his homeland into an empty place. I, I'm afraid—

—To lose him or if he becomes bad?— the witch asked.

—Excuse me?— asked Rosewisse, looking into his eyes.

—What are you afraid of? of losing him or of him becoming someone bad?—

—I don't know lately— Rosewisse said, bending her gaze and letting her long strands of silver hang on the sides of her face —I've thought about it, but even if he became bad, even so, I, I wouldn't hate him—

—Are you sure he loves you?—

—I don't know, but I feel it in my heart. Every time we go out together, we hug, we make love, I get angry, and he gives in, even though I don't like him to get condescending. If I had one complaint, it's that he's not just mine. I have a lot of rivals, you know? Many— Rosewisse raised her hand and began naming them one by one —that cold woman, Semiramis, Scheherezade, the twins, Tsubaki, that blonde goddess who hangs on her arm every time she sees him. It makes me angry; it makes me want to hit Viggo just thinking about it—

—But—

—But I don't do anything— said Rosewisse, sighing —I just hope he looks for me, pampers me, tells me he loves me and with that I forget everything. I should punish him for being so lustful—

—Well, let's just say love isn't perfect— said the witch with a wry smile —I wish you the best and hope your marriage doesn't end like mine—

—Were you married?— asked Rosewisse.

—Well— said the witch, laughing self-loathing through her nose —something like that, but it's not something a young woman like you should hear. It's a terrible bad example, well, your husband doesn't take very good examples—

—I would like to listen, maybe, it is as Viggo says and if I understand where your mistake was, I can avoid falling into it—

—You are so innocent and optimistic— said the witch with a sigh —my name is Freya and one day I was your queen and goddess...—

Rosewisse's eyes widened with disbelief, but she had gotten along so well with the witch that she didn't interrupt her at any time and only listened to her.

On the other hand, Viggo saw through his clairvoyance that Rosewisse was getting along with the witch and the latter seemed to have no intention of harming her. So, he left them alone, went to the dock and lay down on the wood while looking at the sky and listening to the river pass under the pier.