Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.272

After many hours of reading, Viggo and Rosewisse were finally reunited in the penultimate room of Odin's chamber, inside the temple of Tyr. They sat in the middle of the corridor and facing the window that overlooked the top of the representation of the Yggdrasil, with its fuchsia branches and leaves. Rosewisse had collected three scrolls that seemed important to him and Viggo only two.

—You still need to review with your clairvoyance the scrolls that I read, but do not have much hope— said Rosewisse with resignation —each of them was written in good handwriting, so most likely Odin wrote none, except these three—

Viggo looked at the three scrolls next to the two he had found —I didn't find anything written by Odin, but I found important information, to put it simply—

—Ok, I'll read yours and you see mine. Then we exchanged views— said Rosewisse, pick up a parchment and don't even wait for Viggo's confirmation. The latter smiled and followed the command of the Valkyrie.

Viggo spread out the first parchment, he said nothing meaningful, but when he activated his clairvoyance, he saw the hands of the old man Odin. In this same room, there used to be a long desk in front of the bay window. In old age he was planning something to speed up ragnarok, but he didn't explain too much. There was only one name that seemed important, as it was enclosed in a circle "Laufey the righteous" Who was she? Viggo wondered, moreover, were Odin's valuations of his children, of his own actions, and of the actions of others. Within his thoughts he put the death of Groa with a rating of three, considering that one is a deadly mistake and ten a perfect move. Viggo nodded in his head, if Odin were wiser, he would have had it in his custody and used it to corroborate the results of all his actions. At least, Viggo had done that with Hitomi by asking the red-haired elf to make a list of all the happenings of Orario and his family. So far nothing serious has happened other than the increase in the number of their children. Uriel, Bell, Solomon, Kenshin, and finally Gwynevere, Semiramis' second daughter, had already been born. On the other hand, Bishamon was expecting twins, which would be born in half a year. There were many responsibilities, but most of which, for the most part, Viggo had learned about thanks to Hitomi's future reports through her clairvoyance.

Viggo shook his head, he was walking away from his matter. Now he should be focused on Odin, his valuation, and his movement of resources. At first Odin was not intelligent, but fear and time had made him intelligent and cunning. So, he worried about getting the resources, whether it was knowledge or materials. And finally, if he couldn't do something, he would get someone who could do it for him. Thanks to the latter, Odin had surrounded himself with talented people, something that Viggo himself admired and made him reconsider his vision of Odin within his mind. At least, now he no longer seemed such a pathetic god.

Viggo continued with the second scroll of Rosewisse, but there was no important information and Odin's thoughts when writing it were stupid, except for the detail that he was constantly valuing his actions and those of others as something unconscious. Many years, perhaps centuries, may have passed between the writing of the first parchment and the second, and by that time, he had already developed the habit of valuing things unconsciously.

The third parchment... Viggo leave frozen. Gróa, the custody of knowledge. It seems that important people had terrible writing. That old woman Jotun didn't say much on her scroll, but there were her thoughts and feelings. She had deceived Odin.

—Viggo, are you feeling well?— asked Rosewisse.

Viggo moved his eyes and concentrated on the physical world while occupying his clairvoyance, he saw how Rosewisse approached her hand and caressed his right cheek. Viggo turned off his clairvoyance and noticed that Rosewisse was just beginning to raise her hand to put it on his right cheek. Viggo felt Rosewisse's soft and warm touch and smiled in confusion —I'm fine— he said —it's just, it's just, I don't know what to think anymore—

Odin, the fearful god who had fallen into paranoia and killed half the world, believed himself smarter than anyone. However, Gróa, before dying, condemned him to his own end. She had lost her husband many winters ago and thanks to someone's help she learned that he had died. She didn't say who it was, but in her thoughts Viggo saw someone covered from head to toe in a dark robe. The fact is that Gróa had visualized ragnarok and had deliberately made it public knowledge. Of course, who would care more about the decline of the gods than Odin himself? She doesn't need to do much, just calmly wait for her death, and let the God Aesir reap his own destruction.

—In that case— Viggo muttered as he bowed his head —How much is the truth of the prophecies?—

—What do you mean, Viggo?— asked Rosewisse with concern when he saw Viggo looking dismayed at the obsidian stone floor.

Viggo raised his face and said —everything, no, sorry, I can't say that, but we can't believe the prophecies anymore. The information was changed, ragnarok is not what they tell in the prophecies, Gróa, in revenge against Odin, changed them—

Rosewisse was frozen and not knowing what to say. Ragnarok not only affected the Aesir, but also the Vanir. This put her people in a great bind. For a moment Rosewisse intended to travel to Vanaheim and tell this to her people, but suddenly she was left thinking. Her mother had died from the same thing and Rosewisse had hit the council elders so hard that she was now not welcome in Vanaheim. No one would listen to her, most likely they would attack her, all in vain.

Viggo looked at Rosewisse and saw that she had a worried look. He stretched out his hand, touched Rosewisse's hand, and she looked into his eyes. Viggo said —Don't worry, whatever happens, we can face it between the two of us. I will help you in whatever it takes, we have the time, the knowledge, and enough strength—

Rosewisse took a deep breath, nodded, and finally smiled. Those words brought her tremendous relief and made her think better about the situation. She couldn't do it alone, but if she found the other candidate who would become the queen of the Vanir, she could make an alliance with her and between the two protect her people. Viggo could help her, but the more the better.

Rosewisse felt calmer, finishing reading one of the two scrolls that Viggo had found. This scroll spoke about the dwarf Ivaldi in Niflheim and the intervention of forces other than Aesir, Vanir, or Dwarves. That had forced Odin to corrupt Ivaldi's mind and the latter had unleashed a terrible dwarf magic that transformed into the deadly fog of Niflheim, making an extensive region unexplorable. However, this answer only raised more questions: Who had been conversing with the dwarf Ivaldi to make him scare Odin so much?

Finally, Rosewisse took the second parchment and read it carefully —Haaaaa!— shouting.

Viggo raised his head and stared at Rosewisse, who had her mouth open from the impression. Viggo smiled because he too had stayed that way.

—Viggo, this— said Rosewisse, turning the parchment over and showing what was written to Viggo —is this real?—

Viggo took a deep breath and shook his head —I don't know— he replied —but if it is, it would be reason enough to alarm Odin and any god of this world or another. A weapon that can extract the divinity of a god and can materialize things like a god of creation; It is too dangerous. I have only stolen the divinity of Zeus and almost died trying. Imagine if a mortal takes such a weapon and occupies it against the gods. That would be too quick a path to the twilight of the gods—

Viggo and Rosewisse fell silent, looking into each other's eyes —now we have more reason to go to Niflheim— they said at the same time.

They both got up from the ground and just like Viggo said, he took out all the things he had kept inside his ring. At the same time, Rosewisse took the bag of abundance from her waist and put everything away. She stopped at the bottle of estus and licked her lips.

—Don't take it, it's not a drink— Viggo said in a serious tone —it's for when we're hurt—

—Ok, I know, I know— Rosewisse replied in an annoyed tone —you're so picky—

—Yes, whatever you say—

Rosewisse continued to keep things until he reached the great sword that Viggo took from that traveler they beat on the Alfheim bridge. She looked at Viggo, but he refused.

—Just keep it, don't throw it away or I'll be mad at you. You have extra space in that bag—

Rosewisse turned her eyes to the ceiling and shook with an annoyed expression. She put away the great sword, got up from the ground and looked at Viggo.

—Well— said Viggo —let's put away the scrolls, once everything is ready, we will make our move on the treasures—

—OK, come on— Rosewisse said, and they both walked to the first room. Viggo took a batch of scrolls, Rosewisse opened the bag of abundance, and they were throwing everything inside. They quickly finished with the first room and followed up with the second room. Only the empty shelves and that strange wooden mural with representations of the world tree, space and Tyr flying in the middle with a kind of sun with the rune of Jotunheim above his head remained. None of them understood what it was for, but they left it there, it was not their business.

Finally, after putting away all the scrolls, Viggo approached the last room where the treasures were. With his ring, he only had to concentrate and run his hand over it so that everything was absorbed by the ring. It seems that the chest on the pedestal was the only thing that gave a bad feeling. Viggo saved everything and left the chest for last.

—Rosewisse— said Viggo, looking at the chest on the pedestal, he had a terrible, if not a nefarious hunch —you go back to the first room—

—Viggo— said Rosewisse.

—No, now you go—

—Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?—

—I'll activate my touki just in case— Viggo replied, Rosewisse nodded and began to step back, slowly moving away from the room. Viggo turned, saw Rosewisse retreat, but only moved when Rosewisse stepped back to the first room, almost a hundred meters beyond. That would give him a margin to start in case the worst happened.

Viggo stretched out his hand and approached the chest step by step. The said chest was no more than thirty centimeters tall and sixty long, but the feeling it gave off was terrifying. For a moment Viggo froze and thought of those creatures made of a dark mass deep in Orario's dungeon. Just remembering that tentacular creature with mouths on all sides and with four elephant legs, gave him chills. Several seconds passed before Viggo was able to regain his calm and only then did he begin to move towards the chest. Once he was ten centimeters away, he concentrated on the ring and the latter absorbed the chest without receiving any damage. Which made Viggo breathe a sigh of relief.