Orario and balance 2.298

Viggo was sitting on the sovereign's throne atop the tower of Babel, a place that previously scared him, but now provided him with a broad view of the southern region of Orario. From this height everything looked small and insignificant, like a small portion of the world.

Viggo occupied the sovereign's throne as a mere seat as he investigated the distance. He could easily make out the Herrero district on his right, from where an infinity of tubular clouds dissipated with the breezes.

The left side looked like a rotting region as they approached the wall. The more opaque, neglected and dilapidated the streets, the more it indicated that it was entering the Dedalus region.

In the center the great avenue that traveled from the southern gate of the walls that surrounded the city until reaching the foot of the tower of Babel. The guild of adventurers stood out in the middle of the avenue as a huge mansion with white walls and green roof.

At that time, Viggo was wearing his black coat with white embroidery, sleeveless jacket, cloth pants, and knee-length leather boots. His long red hair fell over his shoulders. Suddenly a strong gust of wind passed and fluttered his hair, but it quickly calmed down.

Viggo looked at Orario in the middle of the meditation of his mind. All his worries arose one by one, his family, his children, his own divinity, having to learn so many things, not to mention having to contact Odin and the monsters of darkness in the depths of the tower of Babel. More and more problems, but the main one was What to do with their children? All of them were demi-gods, their small and almost imperceptible divinities confirmed it. Grandpa Xiao and his father Kain had told him that they were nowhere near as strong as his, but they were still divinities. Even if Ottar was a demi-god with a divinity smaller than Viggo's, he was stronger than average. Besides that, he could receive falna. In that case, how do you educate an army of demi-gods to find balance and not go crazy with their power? Viggo let out a sigh thinking that his father was wiser than him.

—You look tired— said a soft, sensual, feminine voice.

Viggo smiled remembering to whom the voice belonged. She always brought peace to his heart and mind —you haven't appeared in Orario for half a year— he said —Have you been bored of me yet?—

—Not at all, I was traveling here and there, looking for things and thinking about you— replied that feminine voice, soft and sensual. Her footsteps echoed over the rock surface of the top of the tower of Babel. The wind shook her nun's skirt revealing a long and stylized leg. She arrived from the left side of the sovereign's throne, Viggo looked at her and removed his forearm for her to sit down. Kiara smiled pleased and sat on the armrest of the sovereign's throne. However, after she slid backwards, Viggo cut her with his right forearm and hugged her with his left. She stared at him with those almond-shaped eyes with a yellow iris. Her nose was thin and her lips thick while her entire face was framed by the nun's white veil.

—I've missed you— Viggo said in a soft voice that only she could hear. Kiara brought her mouth closer and kissed him. They exchanged kisses and caresses for a couple of minutes, but then they calmed down and were looking towards the city of Orario that from this height looked like a toy city. People looked like dots and carriages like little dark boxes.

—What worries you, Viggo?— Kiara asked as she curled up against Viggo's chest, the fabric from which Viggo's clothes were made was silky.

—Many things, but I've thought of some solutions— Viggo replied.

—Tell me, I might be able to advise you—

—As always— Viggo replied with a smile, his face dropped, his lips coincided with Kiara's, thick and pink. He kissed them gently and then passionately, but when he felt that his body was dominating him, he stopped. If he had learned anything from his long meditations on the painted paintings, it was that there was his moment for everything. And now it was time to talk. Viggo raised his face, investigated the distance, and said —I'm thinking of summoning another goddess, establishing a second family of adventurers, and distributing my children between the two. That way and with proper supervision, my children will not get out of control as I did at the time. Just thinking about one of my children doing the same stupid things that I do hurts my head. I was a child, but if I had moved on, without my father or mother scolding me, maybe what kind of demigod would I have been—

Kiara chuckled, Viggo smiled and looked down to see her laugh. Kiara enjoyed Viggo's worries. It was what was called karma, since he cared that his children would be like him.

—Well, Uriel might want to call herself "The Great Uriel" like a certain person— Kiara said jokingly.

Viggo laughed just remembering how he called himself "The Great Viggo" as if he were some kind of protective vigilante. Viggo shook his head and a huge smile on his lips as he thought about the moment when he was going to face his children. Surely Kain or Hephaestus told them the adventures of "The Great Viggo" as a child. Viggo calmed down, let out a sigh, and stared at the city of Orario. He felt better, Kiara had made him feel better.

—And? Do you plan to invoke another goddess?— asked Kiara, already calmer, but keeping her smile

—Yes, but I must ask for recommendations. I have Mom, Uncle Miach, Freya, Aunt Hera, and Bishamon to ask— Viggo replied.

—What else?—

—After establishing a second family that will practically both be my children's playground, I have also thought about getting Semiramis out of business, but it must be something gradual and respectful. She's worked hard for everything she has; I don't think she wants to quit, just like that—

—Why do you want to take her out of business?—

—In a year I will become king of the gods. I have already seen it with my clairvoyance. That will generate a great stir in Orario and around the world, for better or for worse. Being king of the gods is bullshit, but it will give me a chance to take the place that some silly gods have in this world. That will allow me to form an empire, but at the same time I will need the help of Semiramis and Scheherezade to be able to govern it. However, if they are busy with the empire, who will take care of Orario's business and economy?—

—Do you have anyone in mind?—

—Sure— Viggo replied with a smile —Hitomi, the slave elf who bought Semiramis. Honestly, I can't quite understand people as intellectual as Hitomi. It's as if they know a lot, are incredibly versatile, but at the same time are null at socializing with others and don't believe in their own ability. So, if I want to take her to take Semiramis' place in companies, I must break her shell, but that would be tangling with another woman, and I've had enough of that—

—And why you?—

—Because I don't see Hitomi looking for someone on her own— Viggo replied with an awkward grimace —a little over a year ago I tried to reunite her with my brother Tatsumi, you know him. He is shy like her, good-looking, a quarter elf and polite. However, the only thing that grew between them was discomfort. In an hour they said a couple of words and it was to order a meal in a restaurant. How can they not know how to engage in a simple conversation?—

—There's your mistake— Kiara said, Viggo looked at her face, looking at those almond-shaped eyes with yellow irises as she continued —She resented you, didn't she?—

—Yes, how did you know?—

—I don't need to see to realize those things. A woman won't opt for viable options if she can do the best— Kiara said —and it seems that, by Hitomi's standards, you're the best. So, imagine what she felt when you despised her and little less that you gave her to your brother—

—I didn't give anyone away, I just gave them a chance to meet someone similar— Viggo said angrily —besides, Tatsumi is my brother. Their appearance and skills are above average. My aunt Mikoto is like Tsubaki, pretty, and my father is half elf. In no way is Tatsumi despicable or less than me—

—If looks were everything— Kiara said as if scolding Viggo.

Viggo realized that Tatsumi was going through a crisis of identity and dependence, so he understood a little better what Kiara was saying. There is nothing less attractive than someone insecure. Not to mention that before leaving Orario, Tatsumi had no goals or aspirations of any kind. No, to begin with, he didn't know what to do with his life without Flora's guidance. Viggo let out a sigh and nodded a few times, agreeing with Kiara.

—Did I fuck up?— asked Viggo, looking towards the city of Orario.

—Normal, dear— Kiara said with a smile and attached to Viggo's chest —if you didn't do it occasionally, you wouldn't be my Viggo—

—Don't say it as if it's something positive, I'm sure Hitomi has high defences against me—

—Well, that melts with a little tact, don't worry, I like your plan. She's just fulfilling the role that Semiramis, and I bought her for—

—So, it was as I thought— Viggo said with a contemplative look —they are both afraid that when they all die, I will be left alone and collapse—

—It would be normal— Kiara whispered as she looked at nothingness —you're not used to that kind of situation. Hitomi is an elf, so she will live hundreds of years—

—Thank you for taking care of me—

—Don't worry, I'm here for you— Kiara replied, raised her face, and brought her right hand to Viggo's cheek. She made him look at her and continued —tell me, what else are you worried about?—

Viggo smiled and said —Well, I'm supposed to develop the divinity of Sunlight a year from now, but so far, I don't know how. I used my clairvoyance to get more details, but no one knew about it—

—Well, considering it's something that can help you develop your divinity. Not many people need to know and to find the right conversation within three hundred and sixty-five days, it must be a big deal—

—That's right— replied Viggo, take a deep breath and continue —I thought I would first develop my clairvoyance, that's what I've occupied the most, but no, it seems that it will be sunlight first—

—how about you use this?— Kiara asked, and she inserted her hand to Viggo's chest as if it were intangible. Viggo raised his eyebrows in a gesture of astonishment but wait patiently. Kiara began to withdraw her hand and gradually pulled out the handle of a sword. This handle was of a smooth blue surface. Then the gold-colored handguard and a long metal blade with an inscription in its centre. By removing the sword from Viggo's chest his image was more visible, it was the sword his father had given him when he was a child. A gift too reckless Xiao had said.

Kiara settled down and sat on Viggo's lap before standing up. The sword half one hundred and thirty centimeters with a long hilt for the use of both hands. Its finish was delicate and fine, not like a warrior's weapon, but more like a king's sword. It was beautiful, but more than inspiring Viggo with an image of power, it brought him the soft image of his father when he wanted to give it to him. Kain was under the apple tree in the backyard, sitting in front of the round table with a white tablecloth. He wore his hair long and white as usual, combed back. He looked at him with those blue eyes and a sincere smile.

At that time Viggo behaved cold, but his father was always there, taking care of him, advising him, and trying to give him affection. Viggo thought about it and didn't remember what he thought or why he behaved that way. No, in the end, it was him, feeling afraid that he wouldn't live up to what his father was. As the connoisseurs of Orario say "the god that the gods fear".