War and Fortune 2.255

The day Scheherezade would give birth was also near, but Viggo continued to perform his jobs, whether as a father, craftsman, warrior, researcher of magic along with Rosewisse or captain of the Bishamon family. However, he reached a point where he only stared at workouts and only reacted to help the adventurers of the family when they were in a hurry.

At this time, the Bishamon family was on the tenth floor of the dungeon, Siegfried, and his sister Erika, dressed in metal armor painted white were the vanguard with huge swords. Ana followed them closely to launch swift and lethal attacks with her dual daggers. Finally, Sakura was in the rear taking care of the environment, providing support with her arrows, and warning the group to continue or retreat if necessary.

A little further back from Sakura was Viggo, standing, next to a woman in a black robe covering her from head to toe. There was only one distinctive thing in it, a silver mask. That woman was none other than Alfia, who kept her identity hidden waiting for a better time to reveal herself. It is assumed that she was among the group of people who must have died along with the captains of the Hera family, so if someone found her, the flow of questions would have no end.

—Hinders— said Alfia with the silver mask stifling her voice.

Viggo looked at his to the side, today he was bare-chested, belt with lion's head and red tunic that covered him from the waist to the knees. Viggo focused his gaze on that silver mask and especially on the holes in his eyes that revealed eyes of different colors: green on the right and gray on the left.

—What do you mean?— asked Viggo, in a thick, serious voice.

—When I say that you hinder, you hinder— replied Alfia, folding her arms and looking forward, where the other adventurers of the Bishmon family, which she had been forced to join, were fighting. All because of the red-haired monster that was next to her —you don't even pay attention to your wives or the others. You should see what you must do—

Viggo maintained calm, looked forward, and saw Sigfried and his sister resisting the attack of two orcs while Ana threw powerful cuts from the monsters' backs. The orcs fell one after the other while the training of the adventurers was restructured and adapted to the situation.

—Yes— said Viggo —you're right, I'll charge you—

—Huh?— replied Alfia, she only said it to annoy him, but she never expects him to take it seriously —wait—

Viggo was about to turn to go back, but he turned and looked at the woman in the black robe and silver mask —What happen?— he asked —You are a level 7, I don't think anything in the next twenty floors can do anything to you. Do me a favor and guide the boys. Right now, I have my head elsewhere—

—I understand— Alfia said in an annoyed tone —you are a cheeky man, no matter how much time passes—

Viggo let out a chuck and walked across the mist-shrouded floor to the surface. Once he surfaced, walked through the streets looking at passersby, adventurers, civilians, and city guards. Food stalls offering everything and sometimes coming together to cover entire blocks. None of that mattered much to Viggo, but he felt something was strange. Viggo continued walking until he reached the wide street that preceded the white mansion with the blue domes. On the left side of the mansion was a two-story house that functioned as the Bishamon family's home. Two floors, spacious, with a long yard, white façade, large windows and surrounded by a metal grille.

At the entrance was a man, the rarest and wearing the strangest clothes he could have ever seen. He wore a white hat with green stripes, a dark green haori and wooden sandals. Underneath that hat was blond hair and fair skin. That person was holding a wooden cane while putting his hands to the sides of his mouth and shouting for someone, but it seems that no one was home.

Viggo crossed the street and approached the person in front of the Bishamon family house —Excuse me—

That person turned around and looked at him. He was a grown man, blond, wearing a green grass samue for general jobs also used by monks in the Far East.

—Yaaaa— said the man in greeting with a big smile on his lips, but thanks to his hat and bow, his eyes were hidden —friend, you are just the person I was looking for—

—Me?—

That person with the hakama and the samue underneath put his hand inside the hakama and took out a paper fan to fan his face —yes, you see, a kind woman dressed as a nun told me about you—

—Kiara?— asked Viggo, frowning. Kiara wouldn't tell just anyone about Viggo because she did, and if she did, that person wasn't normal. Viggo concentrated on this blond man, with a hat, hakama and samue underneath. It did not emit a normal presence. It was like an unfathomable emptiness, but it did not cause vertigo or fear. If not that he had something that made him feel calm, like when Viggo went into meditation.

—Yes, yes, her name is Kiara, at least now. Oooh, that reminds me, you can call me Kisuke. You humans have a hard time saying our names. Well, they don't have the necessary mouth cords—

—What do you want, Kisuke?— asked Viggo, squinting. Someone like Kiara might think of Viggo and warp it into sand. It was not a good time for her or Xiao not to be there.

—Nothing that hard, just some of your kids—

Viggo went blank, a beep sounded in his ear. He could hear his heart pounding. It gave him the feeling that the world froze and the air stagnated. Without thinking twice, he made the swords of chaos appear in his hands with the chains wrapping around his forearms. He raised the right sword with a blade twenty centimeters wide by sixty long. The eye of the demon-headed handguard emitted an igneous glow, and the blade shrouded in terrible fire. Viggo pointed to the primordial in front of him, but that nefarious creature smiled calmly while fanning his face with the white paper fan.

—Well, well, well, quiet, I haven't come to fight you— Kisuke said, closing the fan in one motion and removing the smile from his face. Then he put his hand to his hat as if lowering his gaze and said in a serious tone of voice —Aren't you one of those favored by Kiara, the mother of a thousand offspring? What's wrong with me wanting to help your kids? Don't I think it's a bad deal?—

Viggo knew it, that person did not want to fight, he was like Kiara or Xiao, with the thought he could turn it into sand. His father-made weapons, though powerful, could not reach the primordials. Those existences were like Kisuke, eternal and immutable and if one day they died, no one would be alive to see such a spectacle because everything would have died before them.

—It's not a bad deal— Viggo said, fading the blade fire and lowering the sword —I'm happy to have been loved by Kiara. However, if there has been misunderstanding it is your fault. Learn to express yourself better, we mortals take a few words very seriously—

—Well, it's all my fault, don't take it seriously— Kisuke said with a broad smile and raising his face as if all seriousness had never existed. He opened the white paper fan and fanned himself again in a carefree gesture —I thought you would attack me, that was scary, very scary—

—Are you making fun of me?—

—Not at all my friend, you scared me, very afraid—

Viggo took a deep breath and looked around. There was a wide street before his house, no one walked on his sidewalk, but on the sidewalk in front there were many people. Everyone watched as he pointed his weapons at the foreigner.

Kisuke snapped his fingers and instantly Xiao and Kiara appeared at Viggo's sides —You see it wasn't that bad? We can be good friends— he said nonchalantly.

Viggo looked full of disbelief at Kiara and Xiao. She in her nun clothes while he is wearing the black Chinese robe. However, what surprised him most was the worried look they directed at Kisuke. They didn't even say anything to Viggo, they were just looking at Kisuke while the latter smiled in a very good mood as he fanned himself.

—We told you it was out of arguments— Kiara said, her face oval and framed by the white nun's veil. She frowned and added —go, Viggo is out of all possibilities—

—Come on, come on— Kisuke said, with a casual tone as he closed the fan and kept it inside his hakama —besides, I don't come for him "Kiara", they are his children, they are interesting What do you want me to tell you?— he took his hand his hat and lowered his gaze darkening his face. Then his voice became serious again, and he added —after all, such a great distortion of fate cannot be ignored. I asked me if Hastur would come down to have a good conversation with Viggo— Kisuke took off his white hat with green stripes and looked at Kiara, Viggo and Xiao revealing blond, unkempt hair, and a sharp look —at that moment they will need hands to stop him.

—What is this all about, Kiara, Grandpa?— asked Viggo, fading the swords of chaos of the physical world and keeping them in his soul.

—Nothing so serious, Viggo— Kisuke said —it's the same as with you. We all take souls and raise them to make them champions. We have a purpose, a little work pending, you see, we can't do everything on our own, so we prepare some people to help us.

—A brat like you shouldn't be so insolent with his elders— Xiao said frowning.

—That's why I'm insolent. I and my brother came into the world deformed by you, the craziest creatures of all existence. That makes me better than you, I stopped my brother and ordered his destruction.

Kiara took a deep breath, looked at Viggo, then looked at Kisuke. She folded her arms enhancing her breasts and said —Kisuke, we have rules, don't say things that can be misinterpreted and don't call us by the old names. We know who we were, but we have decided to try new ways. We learned it from young people like you, but that doesn't justify disrespecting us—

—A thousand apologies, ma'am— Kisuke said, bowing his head in a simple gesture.

—Well, well— Kiara said, letting out a breath. She looked at Xiao and added —Xiao, you don't get anything out of defensiveness. This boy is in control, we don't get anything out of fighting. We'd better talk if we don't want all the effort to be in vain—

However, before she could say anything, a white-haired elf appeared, ran with all his might wielding two black spears that no one had forced him to wear in his entire life, and stabbed Kisuke with both. He lifted it into the air, let the blood fall and then jumped out and fell pushing the body and throwing it down.

The people watching the show screamed in horror and ran away. Viggo, Kiara, and Xiao were frozen for a moment. They saw Kain walking away from Kisuke's spears and body. His gaze was furious and terrible, from his ring he took out more weapons, as many as he could and stabbed Kisuke so many times that his body was unrecognizable.