Orario and balance 2.285

Viggo stopped in front of the door of his children's room, put his hand on the handle and with the other knocked twice.

—Who is it?— someone asked from inside, it was his aunt Mikoto, Tsubaki's mother and Kenshin's grandmother.

Viggo turned his face to the left, looked at Brunnhilde and showed an incredible smile full of happiness. Viggo looked at the door and replied —It's me, auntie—

The next moment there was a shouting inside the room, and someone went to open the door. The person who opened the door was his aunt Mikoto, a woman from the Far East wearing a grass-green kimono. She carried three-year-old Caenis in her arms. Small amazon, brunette, with white hair and rabbit ears.

—Dad— Caenis shouted and threw herself at Viggo to hug him. The latter was frightened by the risky move, overtook her, and took her in his arms.

—Dad, Dad— Uriel and Bell shouted from their respective cribs.

Inside the room was the wet nurse, Sofia, an ordinary-looking woman wearing a headscarf and a white apron. It seems that between her and his aunt Mikoto took care of the babies.

The next instant Rosewisse approached Viggo and Caenis, stroked the baby's hair and gave her a little kiss. Then she entered the room, waved her hand in greeting, and arrived in front of Bell's crib, who quickly changed his song to "mom" and as soon as Rosewisse took him in his arms, he began to cry.

—Ok, ok, you're a big boy, don't cry, mom is here— Rosewisse said as she hugged him.

At the same time, Brunnhilde from the outer lintel of the door was stone as she watched Rosewisse carry a child who called her mom. The boy had white hair and the iris of the eye, red. He looked nothing like her, but Brunnhilde didn't dare to say it either.

Viggo saw Brunnhilde surprised and took his left hand to put on her back and invite her in. At the simple touch Brunnhilde felt that she was taken out of the trance, looked to her right and saw Viggo, tall, with red hair, blue eyes and dressed in fine clothes of a black color with white embroidery. He looked totally different from the Viggo she met in Niflheim.

—Come on, you must meet many people— said Viggo, Brunnhilde nodded and Viggo led her inside, but stopped for a moment to close the door and then continued his way.

Caenis was three years old, so as a big girl she understood that Dad had to take care of the little ones. So, she twisted to get off, Viggo lowered her, and they both walked hand in hand. Viggo arrived in front of Uril's cradle, small, red-haired, and blue-eyed like him. Viggo let go of Caenis' hand and took Uriel in his arms.

—Dad, daddy, daddy— the baby shouted in a shrill, shrill tone of voice as she hugged Viggo and gave him little kisses.

—How did the princess behave?— asked Viggo with a big smile.

—Goo— replied Uriel.

Viggo smiled, the demigods were incredible, but more incredible were the reincarnated ones like Solomon, who was lying in his cradle and looking at them calmly. He had red hair, light teas, and blue eyes from a Dragonroad.

Viggo looked at Uriel in his arms and asked —Can I see your other brothers?—

Uriel nodded repeatedly while smiling showing small square teeth. Viggo gave her a kiss on the cheek that was softer than silk and left her in her crib. Then he walks to Solomon's crib which was next to Kenshin's, who was sleeping at the time. Kenshin resembled Tsubaki in slanted eyes but retained Viggo's fair skin and red hair. The most adorable thing was his plump, red cheeks.

Viggo looked at one-year-old Solomon, lying down and calm in his crib. A being reincarnated as Viggo and Kain. You could see the intelligence in his gaze, but none of that mattered to Viggo, as his father loved him and Viggo would love his son too. Viggo understood very well the point of having a second chance. Not for the fact of remembering his previous life, but for the fact of trying, making mistakes and wanting to change things for the better. At this time Viggo with his clairvoyance was trying to change Orario's future for the better.

Viggo grabbed little Solomon by the ribs and lifted him up. The boy looked him in the eye all the time, not getting upset or going crazy like the rest of his brothers. Viggo picked him up so that his eyes coincided and asked him —How are you, my son?—

Solomon just stared at him, Viggo smiled sweetly and attached him to his chest as if it were the most precious thing in life —son— whisper —you must know that I love you— after that Viggo turned around and saw Bell on Brunnhilde's arm while Rosewisse helped her. It sure was an incredible feeling, Viggo thought. Brunnhilde had a frightened, excited look and a smile full of happiness.

—I see Bell was well received— Viggo said, and everyone looked at him, from babies to adults. Viggo approached Uriel's crib and took it with his right arm. Then he walks carrying the babies while Caenis held him by the clothes. They stopped in front of Brunnhilde, and he said —The little guy in my left arm is Solomon. The little troublemaker on my right arm is Uriel. The beautiful white-haired princess next to me is Caenis. You've already met Bell, and finally, Kenshin, he's in his cradle, but it looks like it's going to be a little hard to wake him up—

—Are they all your children?— asked Brunnhilde, holding Bell with her one arm as Rosewisse helped her from her left.

—Yes, they are all my children— replied Viggo, looking at Caenis, then at Uriel and finally at Solomon —they are the most valuable thing in the world—

—I understand— Brunnhilde said with a small smile as she held Bell.

At the moment the only one missing was Gwynevere, who was barely a little over half years old and needed to be by her mother's side. Semiramis had already thought about this, so she had set up a room for the baby next to her office. Uriel was too lively to put it one way, so she stayed in the house. Otherwise, no one in Semiramis' company would be able to work around the clock.

Viggo was pleased to see them all so well, he approached an armchair at the back of the room and with the children by his side, he began to sing. His voice sounded thick and powerful, but with enough intonation not to frighten the children. They looked at him and Viggo sang remembering his travels through the turquoise sea, the white sand beaches, the sun above his head and the sea breeze waving his hair. They were days of leisure and tranquility, nothing to do with now. It was good morning, but he wouldn't go back just to live them. He was now happy living in the present and enjoying every person around him, whether it was his wives, children, or relatives.

Viggo sang a couple of times, and it was time for lunch. None of them breastfed anymore, but that didn't mean everything was quiet. Food splashed everywhere, babies got dirty, and adults got dirty too. In the afternoon Viggo left the room of his children who slept in complete silence. He walks with Rosewisse and Brunnhilde at his sides.

—I would like to play the lyre— said Viggo, recalling how in the Athens market the musicians gathered to play the lyre, the harp, or the flute. Of the three instruments the one that seemed most practical and pleasant to him was the lyre, since the harps he knew were too large and the flute seemed annoying to him. A small lyre that fit in his hands would be ideal. Viggo was skilled with his hands and with an aesthetic sensibility for art. At least, that's what people who saw his paintings had told him.

—Don't you have enough things to do?— asked Rosewisse.

—What is the lyre?— asked Brunnhilde on the other side.

—A small stringed instrument that you can carry in your hands— replied Viggo, then looked at Rosewisse and continued —yes, I have many things to do, much to study, much to plan, much to prepare and train, but I want to do this. This feeling I have when I sing, I would like to accompany it with the sound of the lyre. It's like you're in the sea, you hear the surf, but you don't hear the seagulls squawking, it feels too empty, lonely—

Rosewisse hugged Viggo's arm and smiled amused. He liked this facet of Viggo, a mystery, far from the warrior who moves around the battlefield. It's another kind of passion, different from fighting. A passion and a feeling that reaches the depths of the heart.

Brunnhilde didn't say much, just accompanied Viggo and Rosewisse until they reached Rosewisse's room.

Viggo looked at Rosewisse and said —talk to Brunnhilde, explain things to her, find an empty room and give her space. If she doesn't like it, look for an empty room in Bishamon's house—

Rosewise looked at Viggo's eyes, nodded, and gestured with her index finger for him to bend down. Viggo did so and Rosewisse gave him a deep kiss. After they separated, Viggo looked at Rosewisse and the latter turned red as a tomato because she thought he was going to kiss her. However, Viggo only waved his hand in farewell and walked down the aisle back.

At the same time, Brunnhilde stared at Viggo's back, wide, of great stature, covered by dark clothes with white embroidery. Red hair and athletic physique. He moved forward without looking back, and she let out a sigh.

—Wow, I said I'd lend him to you as a joke, never mean it— Rosewisse said with her arms folded.

Brunnhilde became nervous and waved her only hand to deny, but when she saw Rosewisse smiling mockingly, she frowned and looked at her resentfully.

—You're so hateful, you haven't changed— Brunnhilde said.

—Well, it's not my fault that you're so easy to annoy— Rosewisse replied with a broad smile. Then she guided her into the room, and they closed the door to discuss what it meant to live in this mansion. The rules, what she should never do and everything she could do.

On the other hand, Viggo went to the stairs, down to the second floor, then to the first floor and went to the door of the mansion. As he saw it, the great carriage of Semiramis was coming into the mansion pulled by four huge white horses. The carriage stopped at the entrance of the mansion, the coachman was going to get off, but Viggo gestured for him to stop. The coachman nodded with a smile, and Viggo came to the door.

—Welcome, ladies— Viggo said as if he were a servant as he opened the door. He climbed the first three steps, poked his face out and saw inside Semiramis holding a red-haired baby and on the other side Scheherezade. Viggo stretched out his arms, Semiramis squinted at him, but Viggo just smiled. Semiramis let out a sigh and held out to Gwynevere.

Viggo received the little red-haired princess, someone his father claimed to know through an ancient knowledge of a world of darkness, the princess of sunlight.