War and Fortune 2.240

The time of forced meditation within the painting changed many aspects of Viggo's life and only after two weeks, he was able to calm his heart. Meditation was not the problem, but what Viggo ignored because he was always in control.

However, little by little Viggo was becoming the same again, but in one of those oversights, Semiramis and Scheherezade made him dress differently from the barbaric Spartan aspect. Today Viggo wore a sleeveless jacket, a knee-length coat, a silk scarf that peeked out of his neck, trousers and leather boots, all black and white embroidery. All that outfit made Viggo look elegant and highlight even more his red hair to the shoulders.

—I still find it uncomfortable— Viggo said as he held Bell and Uriel in his arms. Both babies looked at his hair, fascinated by the vibrant red —but at least I don't wear the glasses.

—It suits you very well, Viggo— Scheherezade said in a suggestive tone of voice as his green eyes emitted a lustful glow. She wore a white chiton that exposed her arms and clung to her voluptuous figure.

Scheherezade was sitting next to the crib next to the wet nurse who fed the babies when she was away.

—Madam— said the wet nurse, a woman with brown hair, a white headscarf, a light brown dress, and a white apron —yesterday you disappeared for many hours. Did something happen to you?—

—Nothing happened to us, Sofia— said Scheherezade as her thick lips formed a friendly smile. In no way could tell her that yesterday the women of the Dragonroad house, Viggo's wives, discovered a new fetish. Viggo, by facing his own fears through meditation, had become emotionally unstable. However, that had also brought for several days a shy boy, who attracted the attention of lustful women. Scheherezade herself is counted within the group. However, yesterday was the icing on the cake, where she and Semiramis introduced Viggo to a new set of clothes. Something that Semiramis planned to introduce in Orario as the new fashionable clothing.

Viggo changed and went from the Spartan barbarian (with his torso naked, the thick belt with the lion's head in the center and the red tunic that covered him from the waist to the knees) to the incomparable young nobleman with a red ponytail, soft and sophisticated clothes, along with glasses that gave him an intellectual air. That changed their view of Viggo.

A caress led to a flirtatious conversation, a game with a strawberry led to passionate kisses and finally love. While Semiramis and Scheherezade possessed Viggo came Sakura and Ana. The purple-haired Spartan girls educated by Kiara were not limited and joined in the fun. Even Rosewisse arrived, who felt annoyed, but only missing that Viggo naked, with the ponytail and the glasses that made him look intellectual, extended a hand for her to let herself be carried away by lust.

Thanks to everything that happened yesterday, Viggo only wore noble clothes, but was forbidden to wear the glasses (which were something decorative) and to fix his hair in a ponytail. Viggo still looked like a young nobleman, but more casual looking with his hair loose and falling to the sides of his face.

—He asked me how long they will stay quiet; I would like to paint them— Viggo said with a fatherly smile as he looked at little Uriel and Bell. She with fine red hair and he with white hair.

—I doubt it, dear— said Scheherezade from his chair. She got up, came to Viggo's side, and stroked the babies' little heads —they are too curious and unruly. In the best case they will fall asleep, in the worst, they will start crying. It is better that you occupy your imagination and paint them—

—You're right— Viggo said calmer, without stuttering or showing fear in his eyes. It had been several weeks since I occupied the painted picture of meditation. In a week he was going to have to occupy the painted picture of hell, which had him worried and he was meditating at every moment. Being alone for one hundred and twenty days was a terrible experience, but what would it be like to be one hundred- and twenty-days fighting, with a small break of four hours a day to eat and sleep. Viggo wasn't sure, he didn't know how that could affect him. In addition, what affected him would also affect his family.

Viggo shook his head at his thoughts, smiled and kissed the foreheads of the two babies. Then he walks to the crib and deposit them respectively to each one. Viggo looked at Sofia, the humble-looking thirty-year-old wet nurse who sold the breast milk her deceased baby would no longer taste.

—Sofia, I charge you to my children, they are the light of my eyes— said Viggo.

—Yes, sir, don't worry, I will protect you to the best of my ability— said Sofia.

Viggo nodded and looked at Scheherezade —I'm going to Dad's house; he wants us to continue with the jewelry—

—I'm sorry, I must go with Semiramis, we'll see you in the afternoon— said Scheherezade, looking down in a gesture of apology.

Viggo looked at Rosewisse sitting on a stool. The silver hair falling to the sides of the oval face, blue eyes, and tender look. The white wings stood out on his back —Do you want to join me?—

—Of course, someone must be with you— Rosewisse said as she got up from her seat.

—I'm fine, I don't need to be escorted—

—We'll decide that— Rosewisse said as she approached Viggo, holding his hand and whispering, —I love you; I'll protect you, don't worry—

Viggo made a small smile and nodded. He looked at Scheherezade, approached her, gave her a tender kiss, and said goodbye. Rosewisse also said goodbye to the rest, especially Bell and Uriel to finally leave the room.

Viggo and Rosewisse advanced through the white corridor, with the windows on the left side and the natural varnished furniture on the right. The white porcelain vases above the furniture had freshly cut flowers.

—I'd like to take Bell and Uriel for a walk— Rosewisse said as she walked hand in hand with Viggo.

—I know, I'd like it too, but they said they're too small— Viggo replied in a calm tone —even to take them to Alfheim's painted painting. Their skin is delicate, and they would burn easily—

—Yes, it's likely— Rosewisse replied, hugging Viggo's arm —hey, tell me, wouldn't you like to stop by my room?—

Viggo continued to look ahead, gave a brief glance to Rosewisse who looked at him with some lust — it's a tempting offer— said —but I have a meeting with Dad. Once you complete that, we can go wherever you want—

—Really?— asked Rosewisse, excitedly —Just us?—

—Yes, only us— Viggo said with a kind, calm smile. He stopped, looked Rosewisse in the eye and kissed her. She clung to Viggo's jacket, made of a soft fabric and pleasant to the touch. Once their kiss was over, they stared into each other's eyes and continued walking.

—Viggo— Rosewisse said in a soft tone of voice.

—Yes?— asked Viggo.

—I, I was thinking— Rosewisse continued timidly —I could travel to Midgar—

Viggo stopped and looked at her in confusion—Why?— he asked.

Rosewisse with her silver hair and beautiful wings turned to look into his eyes. Behind her were the windows that overlooked the outdoor gardens with long islands of flowers.

—I'm worried about Freya's condition. Besides, she could teach me things— Rosewisse said as she looked into his eyes.

—Are you sure?— asked Viggo.

—I can defend myself and if Thor comes, although I doubt it, I can flee—

—Why?—

—You're training, you're preparing for everything, but I'm here, playing adventurer and taking care of Bell. It's not fair to you, we both must be strong if we want to face Thor when the snake of the world wakes up—

Viggo looked down, gave Rosewisse a brief glance. Blue eye, silver hair, and worried look. I couldn't say no to that look. So Viggo let out a sigh, put his hands to his neck and unbuttoned the necklace around his neck. Then present it in front of Rosewisse and put it around her neck. She looked him in the face as he placed the necklace on her.

—It is activated twice— said Viggo in a thick, calm voice —when the user is badly injured or when the user channels his mana and activates it manually. We'll have to talk to Kiara to help you get to where Freya is. However, promise me something—

—What?— asked Rosewisse in a low tone of voice.

—That you will return to my pass whatever happens and if you are going to do something, you will tell me. No secret plans or fabulous ideas, got it?—

—Me, okay, we're a team. If I can think of something, we'll talk about it—

—Yes, that's the best— said Viggo —the two of us together will go further than anyone else, right?—

—That's right— Rosewisse replied with a big smile and hung herself on Vigo's neck before kissing him. Once they separated, they walked to the stairs, went down to the first floor of the house, and left the mansion. However, they did not walk the streets. Rosewisse was a little bored of being observed as an exotic animal because of its wings. So, like other times, she stood behind Viggo, hugged him, and soared into the skies.

—Don't you think we should modify the house a little so that it can fly out from the third floor?— asked Rosewisse aloud as she flapped her wings.

Viggo looked at the city of Orario at his feet, the houses, mansions, and streets passed one after the other. The adventurers stared at them from a distance. The sound of the wind, the rattle of horses pulling carriages.

—It would be a good idea, but many arrangements would have to be made. Bell and Uriel are small, but more than one may have a great idea— Viggo replied aloud.

— Personal experience?—

—Yes, Flora had a lot of ideas, but we only discovered they were bad ideas when we tried them—

—How is she?—

—He walked away with Achilles from the tower of Hera. No one has heard from them in months— Viggo replied, losing his smile, and finally muttering —I'd like to see her again—

—When I come back from Midgar, we could do something. Maybe traveling, you know, flying is easier—

—Yes, that would be great— replied Viggo, seeing to his right the tubular clouds of the blacksmith district. On the left side was a house with a white façade and a red-tiled roof, a courtyard, and a large tree.

Rosewisse continued flying for a minute until he reached Kain's house and slowed down, finally dropping Viggo from three meters high. He fell on his feet and Rosewisse followed him afterwards, landing gently.

—Boy, what's wrong with you?— asked Kain as he saw his son dressed as a nobleman. He was sitting in his chair, facing the table with various delicacy dishes, bottles of wine and others. The apple tree provided shade, but the breeze carried the heat of the day.

Viggo walked with Rosewisse to stop a meter from the table and said —Nothing, father. It's just a piece of clothing that Semiramis hopes to introduce in Orario. We can make you a price—

Kain stared at his son, red hair, coat made of a silky black fabric. White embroidery on the edges. A shirt underneath, a scarf around his neck and a black jacket. Leather trousers and boots. It looked pretty and elegant, as well as highlighting the red hair.

—Nice, I like it, I would buy it in another color, but not for this time.

—No, not at all— said Viggo —although it's a bit uncomfortable to carry. It doesn't compare to my other clothes—

Kain chuckled and said —Your other clothes only cover your noble parts. Well, someday things had to change. I can say that you look decent and distinguished. Like—

—Thank you, Father—