War and Fortune 2.245

Viggo came out of the painted picture of contemplation and saw the room hidden in the basement with the other painted pictures he had made for his wives. At the same time, his wives were waiting for him outside.

Semiramis was sitting in a chair with Uriel in her arms. The little redhead baby was breastfeeding at the time and kept her hands on Semiramis' breast. Rosewisse was also sitting in a backless chair so that it wouldn't bother her white wings. She held Bell in her arms while the white-haired little boy slept.

On Semiramis' side was Scheherezade while on Rosewisse's side was Sakura, Ana and Tsubaki.

On the other hand, all of them put an expression of concern. Viggo saw them, showed a small smile, and advanced until he stopped a meter from Semiramis and Scheherezade.

—All right?— asked Semiramis as the rest of the wives looked at him.

—All right, love— said Viggo —no problems, on the contrary, I feel better than ever—

Semiramis took a deep breath feeling more confident and grateful. It was quite shocking to see him enter the first frame and leave scared and with such a fragile attitude. Then it was terrifying when he came out of the second painted painting. Viggo emitted a terrible fighting spirit that seems to attack anyone who approached him. However, now Viggo emitted a calmer air than usual.

—Can I?— asked Viggo, holding out his hands to embrace Uriel.

Semiramis shook his head and said —No, take a bath first. You're all dirty with dirt and you stink—

Viggo looked at himself and was finally aware of the dirt stains. It was true, when was in the painted picture slept in the damp earth without worrying about anything. He was so soft and comfortable that he didn't lose with his mattress made of the finest materials.

—I get it— Viggo replied with a small smile, the rest of his wives laughed, and Rosewisse blurted out an annoying comment, but it only made Viggo smile.

After leaving the subway, each of the wives went to do their own thing. Viggo seemed fine, but Rosewisse stayed by his side because, if he went into some kind of crisis, she would be the only one able to stop him. In turn, Semiramis stayed with Uriel and Bell, but since Viggo was fine, she asked him to prepare for the night. She had an important dinner with Siegfried's sister and one of the empire's emissaries.

Viggo came out of the bathroom with a towel covering his waist while Rosewisse waited for him in a long three-body armchair as he read. She gave him a brief look, straight red hair from moisture, firm, and toned body. However, different from how it looked before, it now seemed to have gotten a bit of volume and looked more robust. Rosewisse got up from his chair and followed Viggo.

For his part, Viggo walked to a full-length mirror, took off his towel and contemplated his image. He nodded calmly as if approving of his own looks. Little by little he was ceasing to be a boy and taking on the appearance of an adult. He thought about it a little and realized that, in three months, with the three times he immersed himself in the paintings, he aged a year. His face didn't seem to have changed much. So, he wondered if he, despite being a demi-god, would be just like his mother and look forever young. Well, he also had his father's blood; An elf lived a long time. However, someone's hands sliding down his ribs to embrace him interrupted his thinking.

—As I thought— Rosewisse whispered in Viggo's ear —You were training, weren't you? You didn't have to meditate or something, is that training worth it?—

—That's right— Viggo said in a hoarse, seductive voice. He put his hands on Rosewisse's hands and let go. He turned around and stared into Rosewisse's eyes —contemplating is not necessarily meditating, but it is similar. However, I think I now understand the intention of my aunt Hera, father and grandfather was to teach me to meditate— Viggo's hands were directed to Rosewisse's shoulders and caressed them delicately —in the first painting I had no choice, the space did not allow me to do anything else, but I think that was where I failed because instead of meditating, I started to remember everything that scared me in the past, everything, every moment, every situation. My heart was filled with fear and fell into an infinite circle of fear for one hundred and twenty days— he brought his face closer to Rosewisse's and gave her a little kiss on the corner of the lips, soft and intimate —then came the second painting that filled me with stress and a combative attitude, helped me break the rhythm of my thoughts, forcing me to have a mind that focused on the present and fought against all the enemies that emerged. Finally, in the picture of contemplation I saw my thoughts, I saw my way of fighting, I saw what I wanted to achieve and contemplate all those things and as I made them have a mind focused on the present, I improved them. Make some decisions—

Rosewisse was mesmerized looking into Viggo's eyes, listening as he spoke to her in a slow, rocky, seductive voice, confident in what he was saying. That kiss on the corner of his lips gave her a pleasant tingle. She smiled and wanted to give him a passionate kiss, but her brain focused on Viggo's last sentence and asked —What did you decide?—

—I will stop using touki and the blessing of the sun—

—What?!— Rosewisse shouted

Viggo gave a playful chuck as he watched as Rosewisse's delicate and beautiful face took on a worried expression. Viggo brought his right hand to Rosewisse's cheek, stroked him gently and said —I'm not my father, I'm Viggo, a demi-god. I am no longer a child who gets carried away by his emotions and superficial thoughts. From now on I will occupy my clairvoyance until I turn it into a divinity. I will also occupy the power granted to me by Aunt Hera, sunlight. Then, with the combination of both, I will become invincible—

—But— Rosewisse protested, extremely worried. The image of Viggo passed through his mind when they were at the Jotnar shrine on top of the mountain and Thor hit him with his hammer, almost killing him in the process.

—Quiet— said Viggo, gave her a little kiss on the lips and continued —all those things are a complement. Real power will come from technique and knowledge. I am my father's son; I cannot be less than him—

—Viggo— Rosewisse said in a pleading tone of voice. Viggo just smiled, guided her to bed, and they made love. Rosewisse could not defend herself from Viggo's caresses and kisses. Everything felt more passionate and intoxicating than usual.

In the afternoon, Viggo dressed in the nobleman's clothes that Semiramis and Scheherezade loved so much. The white scarf on the neck, the sleeveless jacket underneath, the coat that extended to the knees, the cloth trousers, and the leather boots. Completely black, made of a silky and comfortable fabric with white embroidery on the edges.

Viggo walks in the company of Rosewisse down the corridor to Semiramis' room. They both stopped at the door, Viggo knocked a couple of times and Semiramis answered to pass from the inside. Viggo and Rosewisse opened the door and upon entering, they saw Semiramis naked in front of the bed, her butt raised and looking at someone on the bed. Viggo stared as everything was in sight. Rosewisse next to him elbowed him, but Viggo just smiled and walked to Semiramis' side. The latter looked at Uriel lying on the bed. The little redhead was also naked, but because her diaper was being changed.

—I don't think you're going to go to dinner so natural— Viggo said with a joking touch.

—Haha— Semiramis replied in a serious voice —it's not my fault that your daughter comes up with the idea of doing it at the least opportune time. It was all afternoon of the quietest and now that I must change clothes it occurs to him to do it. You will see young woman, you will have many hours of study, especially what you like least. This battle will not end like this—

—Buuuuu— babbled little Uriel, with fine red hair. She just smiled with amusement showing her gums.

—Well, it looks like she's fine— Viggo added —it looks like she went out to her mother and no challenge scares her—

Semiramis patted Viggo on the leg but smiled.

—Go change your clothes, I stayed with this young lady—

—I can't— said Semiramis —someone else occupies my bathroom—

Then, from the end of the room, where the access door to a large and glamorous bathroom was, Scheherezade came out, also naked and carrying a white-haired baby. This baby was Bell and was almost lost in Scheherezade's huge breasts.

—Shall I help you?— asked Viggo, with a smile on his lips and outstretched hands.

Scheherezade shook with her eyes closed, went to the other side of the bed as opposed to Uriel and Semiramis. He laid Bell on the bed and said —No, it's better than not. A certain person has made it a habit to urinate people—

Bell, small, white-haired, let out a blow and produced bubbles of saliva. Scheherezade chuckled and added —I already got dirty from the clothes I had prepared for dinner. I'll have to find another one. So, you better stay away, Viggo, lest this boy also urinate on you. He always does, especially when he's going to get his diaper placed—

—I understand, thank you for your patience, Scheherezade— said Viggo, sighing.

—No problem, if it weren't for the fact that it's done when they're changing it, Bell would be perfect. He hardly ever cries, sleeps a lot, is smiling and cute—

—Scheherezade— said Rosewisse —let me help you, I don't have to go anywhere—

—That would be very helpful— said Scheherezade, walking away from Bell and going to a piece of furniture to get the baby's clothes. Then I leave them on the bed on Bell's right side and Rosewisse took over.

Scheherezade on the way to Viggo, she looked at the latter's clothes and watched that everything was tidy. Viggo looked at Scheherezade's body, voluptuous and tempting. The brown skin, those thick lips and green eyes with a languid look that made her look naturally sensual. Scheherezade ran his hands over the coat and then looked him in the eye. She showed a small coquettish smile, walked over, and gave him a kiss on the corner of her lips. Then take him by the hand and walk to the door that connected his room with Semiramis's.

—I'm borrowing it— said Scheherezade.

Semiramis straightened his back and stared at her —we don't have time— he said.

—Yes, I know, we won't do anything— said Scheherezade —it's just that I need to see my other dresses and put on one according to the situation. I want Viggo to see me—

Semiramis let out a sigh, shook his head and set about taking care of Uriel, who sucked his thumb while a trickle of saliva fell from the corner of his lips.

Dinner was at nine o'clock at night and at eight forty minutes the guests had arrived. When the big clock in the room struck nine o'clock, the door to the living room opened and Viggo with Semiramis and Scheherezade, entered giving the best possible image. Inside were ten people waiting for them, including Sigfried who wore nobleman's clothes and his sister Erica, who defied the norms of noble society and dressed as a man.