Orario and balance 2.291

The trip to the dungeon was a success in many ways. The seed of curiosity and freedom was placed in Asfi's heart. She seemed angry at the beginning of the day, but at the end of the day she thanked them in a good mood for everything she learned.

Hermes was foolish to think that Viggo had only seen curiously who Asfi was and her abilities. When you can look into the future in just an instant, time becomes relative. Asfi Al Andromeda from the desert region of Santonio Vega that has access to the South Sea, where the god Poseidon designates his destiny. Due to several troublesome events, Princess Asfi had to leave her kingdom with the help of Hermes, but she hopes that soon she can return to her kingdom and claim her place.

Viggo thinks that Poseidon is no better than Zeus so he will also take his divinity, take it to the goddess Hera and exchange it for something of greater utility. Those gods are old or were, so their divinity fits Viggo like a father's clothes to his teenage son. At that time, Princess Asfi will have a mature and balanced personality, making her smart enough to lead her nation. She will be the vassal ideal of Viggo at the time of establishing his empire.

On the other hand, as the work went perfectly, Hermes kept his word and was teaching Viggo to play the lyre for a week. That was his limit since he wasn't a god of music or anything like that. He only knew how to play a little, but enough to entertain others. Thanks to that Viggo quickly learned what Hermes could teach him and was now at home practicing in his room. Semiramis gave him a gold lyre with a rather beautiful "U" shape. Viggo slid his fingers over the strings and from the vibration came a crisp, reassuring sound.

—I see you're pretty good at the arts— Kisuke said, appearing in Viggo's room just like Xiao or Kiara, out of nowhere. Viggo turned around and saw him looking at him next to the window overlooking the balcony. He walked up to where Viggo was, turning his cane while his eyes were hidden under the white hat with green stripes.

—I've always been good at the arts— Viggo said with a smile on his lips as he playfully ran his fingers over the strings and then placed the lyre on his thigh —To what do I owe your visit?—

—It's nothing special, I came to see how my protégés were— Kisuke said with a kind smile —Solomon seems cheerful these days. Same Kenshin and Gwynevere—

—Yes, they don't talk much yet, but at least they have recognized me as their father and my wives as their mothers. Now it could be said that this is his family. However, only Ken-chan seems to behave like a normal child. Solomon is very quiet and quiet just like Gwynevere. The other day we were talking about things and the word death came up. As a reincarnated being I thought she would be scared, but she didn't react. However, when I mentioned sunlight, her whole small body became tense. Father said that she was the princess of sunlight, but I wonder what kind of fate she had to be afraid of something that should be good?—

—The life of the gods being gods is not rosy— Kisuke replied, taking his left hand to the hat, and crushing it, so that greater project was left over on his face until it seemed that he was in darkness – in a sense, gods and humans only differ in their power. So, imagine what a god can do to prolong his existence and that of his kingdom—

—Father told me about the world of the dark soul, a sad place where everything was destined to perish—

—That would be the best description— Kisuke said with an awkward smile, pulled his left hand away from the hat and his face looked brighter. He made a gesture with his hand and took out a thick book —for you, my wise friend, may help you improve with the lyre, harp, and other stringed instruments—

Viggo took the book and gave it a little look —it's in another language I don't really know—

—In that case— Kisuke said, made another gesture and handed him another book —this will help you translate the language—

—You don't make it easy for me— Viggo replied with a smile, but anyway he takes the book —tell me— Viggo said as he reviewed the language book —you said that you had a little soul that was difficult to reincarnate, no, that it would not reach great levels. In that case, why don't you let her reincarnate in this world? I don't think it would be a problem, if you're a little soul he shouldn't even remember his name—

—Regarding that, I don't know, I think it would be irresponsible— Kisuke replied, resting his cane on the ground, and resting both hands on it —you see, he lived a life full of conflicts. I don't know if it will bring chaos to this world—

—It is impossible for a soul not to bring conflict into this world— said Viggo —if it were Xiao or Kiara, they would not care about strength but potential. In that aspect I see that you are young, well, within what we could call young someone of your height—

Kisuke chuckled —I hope you're not mistaken, my friend— he said —Otherwise, it's going to be a big deal—

—In that case leave it to me, I'll take care of it. I am already raising Bell and Caenis, another child outside the family will not make a problem. I'm not afraid of him—

—I asked me who was wiser, Kiara or your father?—

Viggo smiled looking at the ground, raised his face and responded with a smile —both helped and guided me—

—In that case— Kisuke said, raising his right hand and making a light appear that obscured even sunlight. He takes it to Viggo's chest and deposit it —that's what it's made of. Be careful friend, that person spent his whole life fighting until the end—

Viggo looked him in the eye and said —I am Viggo, the one whose name is War. I have forgotten my name, but I can say that my previous life was not quiet. At least, that's what I feel in my heart—

—Sure, sure, you've forgotten your name, hahahahaha— Kisuke said in a funny way —ok, let me help you understand the language book—

Viggo handed him the book and Kisuke explained it slowly and clearly. It wasn't more than an hour before Viggo understood the basis of the language and stayed studying without realizing that Kisuke was gone.

In the afternoon Viggo took baby Kenshin, put a hat on him and took him for a walk through the streets to the West region of Orario, where the blacksmith district and the workshop of Tsubaki, his mother, were. Kenshin was a beautiful baby with red hair just like Viggo, straight hair, and slanted eyes. He was chubby and his cheeks flushed and plump. He was one year old, said a word with his rag tongue and pointed to everything that caught his attention, such as horses.

After an hour of walking, Kenshin had fallen asleep as Viggo cradled him in his arms and walked with him through the blacksmith district. The chirping of metal in the blacksmith shops began to be heard louder and instantly baby Kenshin woke up.

—Mom— Kenshin said.

—Yes, son— replied Viggo —we are near Mom's workshop—

Kenshin made strength with his body and Viggo helped him to stand upright. He adjusts his hat to protect him from the sun and he looked around. There were a hundred people in front of the armories in the Blacksmith district. Kenshin looked at all colors and aimed at crystal-colored weapons or armor. Viggo advanced while he was explaining and, in that way, they arrived in front of the door of the land where the blacksmith workshop was. Viggo opened the metal door with vertical boards. Upon entering, he passes by the front of Tsubaki's former home which was now just a place for her to have lunch with her apprentices. Viggo walked down the corridor in front of the house to the left until he reached the gate of the blacksmith workshop. He and Kenshin looked inside. Tsubaki stood idly by watching as a group of three apprentices work a red-hot metal. Two had hammers and one of them a pincer with which he held the metal. The two hammers took turns while the one with the pincer moved the metal.

Viggo stood on the lintel of the door while he and Kenshin watched. Tsubaki was giving directions, and the three apprentices were trying to keep up. It was a blonde girl and two brown-haired boys, all human or at least no features of other races were seen.

—Mom— Kenshin shouted in his small voice, but the sound of the brass was very loud and could not be heard. Viggo, seeing that the child insisted better, took him home because he was soon going to get frustrated and start crying.

Once Viggo entered the house, he saw the crib in the dining room, checked that it was clean and left Kenshin there.

—¿Mom?— Kenshin asked, his eyes filled with tears.

—Mom comes right away; do you want your milk?— asked Viggo.

Kenshin nodded gently, and Viggo went to the kitchen next to the dining room, but without ever losing eye contact with the baby. After putting the water to heat, Viggo took Kenshin in his arms and went to show him some small pictures that Viggo had painted for Tsubaki. She slept in Viggo's house, but kept paintings by Kenshin, Viggo himself, Kain, and his mother (Tsubaki) in this house.

Ten minutes later Tsubaki entered with the three apprentices, all dirty and tired.

—Mr. Dragonroad— said the blonde girl, Tsubaki's apprentice —Ken-chan, hello, hello—she continued to approach the baby.

—Hey, brat!— protested Tsubaki with the face of few friends —wait your turn, it's my son, I'm first—

—Captain, you are too selfish— said the blonde girl.

—Mom— Kenshin said in a broken voice.

—Wait for me, I'm coming back quickly— Tsubaki said, approaching with a sweet smile. She kissed Kenshin on the cheek and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She came back almost immediately and took him in her arms.

The other two apprentices greeted Viggo, he gestured back, but he didn't really care much, neither did the blonde girl. All Viggo cared about was seeing his Tsubaki and Kenshin happy. Both embraced while Tsubaki gave him small kisses.

—How was your day, danna-sama?— Tsubaki asked after comforting little Kenshin, she came over and offered her lips to Viggo. He bent down and gave her a kiss.

—Productive— said Viggo with a broad smile —I must enjoy while I can, soon I'm going to go hiking in the dungeon and training with Dad. I already feel tired. Well, that doesn't matter, would you like to hear?—

—Yes, please— Tsubaki said with a beautiful smile.

Viggo put a chair on her, and she sat down. Then Viggo sat opposite Tsubaki and Kenshin. Viggo took the gold lyre out of his ring, held it with his left hand and ran his fingers along the strings. The latter vibrated producing a clear and harmonious sound. Viggo was playing string by string in perfect order and emitted a cozy melody while his thick voice gave depth to the song. Tsubaki and Kenshin watched Viggo sing and play the lyre with ease while Tsubaki's other apprentices listened from the kitchen, where they were using the dishwasher to wash their hands and faces.

Viggo's voice was projected to the street where people stopped to listen to the song that a man dedicated to his beloved.