Deity 2.320

Pedro, the old butler of the princess of the country of Opera Meilstora, opened the door of the room on the third floor and invited Viggo in. The latter advanced by seeing the interior of the room and far from being a library or a meeting room, he saw that it was the princess's bedroom.

The floor was burgundy ceramic with black accents. The white roof and the open space, with the white walls. On the right side there was a bed for one person, in the background windows that overlooked a balcony. The white curtains were drawn and let in the bright sunlight and wind.

There was also a set of armchairs and a table in the center. All distributed in a harmonious and orderly way, with plenty of space to move.

For a moment, Viggo felt like in his childhood and remembered the room of the goddess Hera, at the top of the family mansion. It wasn't many times, but the few times he could go, it was a nice sight. The elegance and attention to detail was noticeable.

On the other hand, Viggo saw a blond, curvaceous woman in a white Greek chiton with gold edges. She had beautiful blue eyes, peach skin, and perfect features. Her name was Miriam, and she was the princess of the country of Opera Meilstora. Her beauty was a world apart from the rest of the women. Too glamorous, too beautiful, to the point that it frightened men.

Miriam used a white chiton like the one occupied by Semiramis, because like the latter, Miriam was apprenticed to the goddess Hera. On the other hand, the clothes were loose, but tight enough for her breasts, hips, and butt to be marked. She had blond, curly hair, almond-shaped and expressive eyes, a thin nose, and a large mouth. Under the left corner, she had a small mole that increased her sensuality.

However, far from all the etiquette and reverence shown to Viggo in Shalzard, Miriam stood tall, smiling softly as her eyes gave off a friendly look.

—Good afternoon, God Viggo— Miriam said in a soft, friendly voice —My name is Miriam Vega. You may not remember me, but I remember you—

Viggo was looking at Miriam, he could tell briefly that she had worked her smile and her dialogue like a good merchant. Miriam and Semiramis as Hera's apprentices had not finished in the best of conditions. However, such enmity was nowhere to be seen, Viggo thought. He then thought that Miriam was a scarier person than Hera or Semiramis, who could control their disgust, but showed it through other acts.

—Good afternoon, Miriam— Viggo said calmly. He moved forward looking into her eyes and once he was closer, he could better notice her features. Miriam was very beautiful, to the point that she could compete with Rosewisse, Semiramis or Hitomi, who had the prettiest faces.

Miriam kept her smile and looked into his eyes maintaining silence, which made Viggo uncomfortable.

Viggo smiled nervously and continuously —since you know my wife, you should know who I am—

Miriam stared at Viggo's eyes, with a calm and friendly attitude, frowned a little, and continued to look at him.

—Well, me— Viggo said on the verge of nervousness.

—How about sitting down?— asked Miriam, breaking Viggo's rhythm.

Viggo nodded, she smiled and pointed to the armchairs, three meters to her right. Viggo walked ahead and Miriam followed. Viggo sat in the armchair with the largest back and Miriam in an armchair with a proper back. She rests her hands on the armrests and watches Viggo from head to toe.

—God Viggo— Miriam said with a beautiful smile —I don't know what Semiramis said to you, but it's been quite a while since we argued. To be clear, today we maintain a relationship of business and cordiality. There is no enmity between us—

—Yes, well, it's not easy to talk to a loser— Viggo replied, trying to prove whether what Miriam said was true or was it just a façade.

—A loser?— asked Miriam, raising her eyebrows —I hope you didn't come to insult me? My time is precious, and I have too many things to worry about. For your sake I had to postpone my meeting with several merchants and nobles from other countries. I hope you appreciate the importance I attach to you—

Viggo smiled, understanding briefly that Miriam was a competent woman in her business, but she was not perfect. She and Jason were such for which, although he does not know why Jason got this woman pregnant if he said he loved Scheherezade and would take her away. Miriam and Jason were just as exceptional, but they lost to the luck of Semiramis and Viggo.

—You're good at what you do— said Viggo —but I haven't come to talk about that kind of business. My business is another Can I see your daughters?—

—Semiramis, shall she tell you about them?— asked Miriam, for the first time her cordial character crumbled, and a cold and threatening look remained.

—No, I'm not the kind of man who spies on his wives or asks them to tell him all her secrets. Trust is important, right?—

Miriam just nodded gently, but she kept looking at Viggo coldly.

—I am God, Miriam— said Viggo to explain any possible misunderstanding —I have powers that mortals do not understand, I can see things that others do not. Let's say wisdom, war, and fortune came together and helped me find your daughters. To my surprise, I never expected you to be the mother of my brother's daughters—

Miriam lowered her face, her gaze softened, and she let out a sigh. Then she looked Viggo in the eye and asked —What business does the future king of the gods have with my daughters?—

—The goddess Athena wants to claim them to be part of her family— said Viggo —but the fate of your daughters is too fragile now, and they are in great danger. That's why I came in person, if possible, I would like to take you and your daughters to Orario, this is not a safe place—

Miriam remained serious and replied —this is all your fault, right?—

Viggo grimaced uncomfortably and nodded. Its rays of sunlight were visible from every corner of the continent and did not go unnoticed. Viggo had influential allies in the empire and in the elven kingdom, so things hadn't yet escalated in the wrong direction. However, the entire southern and western region of the continent was preparing for war.

The god Ares in Rakia, the god Poseidon in the Kaios desert, and cultivators in the south-central region of the continent. The Far East was in constant civil war, so foreign affairs had no care. Of the rest nothing was known since they were small countries or that after being in ruin, they were recovering.

—What do you offer me?— asked Miriam.

—Excuse me?— asked Viggo.

—What do you offer me?— Miriam asked again with a firm and serious look, focused on Viggo's eyes —you know I'm a merchant, I won't give up everything I've gotten for anything. Even if your goddess wants my daughters, I am willing to fight with everything I have so as not to give them to you—

—What if I take them from you?—

Miriam rolled her eyes to the ceiling as if it were a stupid question and looked Viggo in the eye.

Viggo chuckled and said —yes, it sounds stupid, I'm not that kind of person—

—Your wife has high praise for you. To her, you are already the king of the gods—

—I know— replied Viggo, knowing Semiramis' devotion to him —well, first. Since you could say you're Jason's widow, I'd give you all the savings he left behind as an adventurer—

—Idiocies, Jason had nothing, and I never expected anything from him. I don't need crumbs, I'm a merchant. You have two merchant wives. You know what I'm talking about. If you don't give me opportunities, I can't be myself. I need permits and business opportunities. I'll be direct, I want to make a trade war with Sermiramis—

—I'm sorry, but you're wrong on some points— said Viggo —first, Jason had nothing, that's clear, but Hera set aside him compensation as part of the Hera family, which is not small. Second, I don't allow you to make trade war, but you can associate. The state of the world is delicate and what we need now is the union of the powerful. For now, I will give you permission to do business in Orario and once I take control of the Kaios desert, I will give you the power to rule over the desert. Depending on how things turn out, you may be the last of the Vega family—

Miriam remained calm, watching Viggo's language and expressions. For resource issues and the stupid rulers of the desert she was limited, but she had endless ideas ready to implement. However, she was not so easily convinced and asked —How would you do that?—

—Simple, if there is a war, who do you think would win it? Mortals or a real god, with all his power?—

—I'm from Opera Meilstora. I know the god Poseidon and if I hadn't escaped as a child, I would be one of his many wives. I know the extent of Poseidon's power. He was the only god to free himself from the bonds of Orario, he rules the sea. It's not as easy as you say—

Viggo chuckled —You're mortal, what do you know about the gods?— he asked. Miriam opened her mouth to retort but closed it immediately and stared into Viggo's eyes with intensity. Viggo smiled and continued —I have already killed one god, and I will continue to kill other trash gods. On the other hand, don't underestimate my power Does He rule the seas? Should that scare me? I am the son of Kain Dragonroad, the god that the gods fear Do you think that I, his son, am inferior to my father? Do you think I would throw myself into a war just on a whim? It's been a long time since I stopped being a child, Miriam—

Miriam looked down and his golden locks fell to the sides of his face. She esteemed Viggo's words and looked him back in the eye —in that case, I want a marriage agreement between one of your sons and my daughters—

—That— said Viggo, going from a friendly smile to a serious face —is out of agreement. However, I am not short-sighted. I will give you the opportunity for your daughters to meet my sons. If there's chemistry between them, something might happen, but I won't let you force a marriage or anything like that—

—Well, you can be friends and share time together—

—Yes, I have no problem with that—

—Besides, I want you to promise me something—

—What?— asked Viggo, frowning. This woman was pushing him too hard. He already had the domain of all the desert cities and a direct connection with the sons of the king of the gods. Any one of them was too excessive, but Viggo allowed it thinking about Jason's daughters.

—Whatever exists in the desert of Kaios, from now to the future, I will have the full power to administer it. That means if I mine gold, silver, minerals, chemicals, agricultural products or whatever, I will administer it and I can decide what to do with them—

Viggo stared Miriam in the eye and tried to see what this woman was planning. It was clear that there was something he did not know, but how to know. Miriam kept her eyes on Viggo in a contest of glances that lasted a couple of minutes, they blinked, but none felt uncomfortable enough to betray or desist in their request.

Viggo had nothing to investigate Miriam, so he opted for at least commercial advice —What do you know that I don't?—

—First promise what I asked you. I know you will honor your word— Miriam said with a broad smile on her lips. She knew Jason, Odysseus, and Achilles very well. They were all different, but if there's one thing they shared, it was dignity. No matter what happens, they would keep their word. She also knew that Viggo's father was the master of the three great adventurers, so she hoped that Viggo would be similar.