Orario and balance 2.286

—You came back earlier than expected— said Semiramis, walking to the left of Viggo as the latter carried Gwynevere in his arms.

—You see— said Viggo, looking at the little redhead in his arms. Her eyes were big and blue like those of her sister Uriel, but more than the intelligence of a reincarnated being like Solomon, Viggo saw sadness. Viggo smiled sly and bit her neck gently making her laugh in an outrageous and contagious way —be careful Gwynevere, Daddy fought a lot in Midgar— Viggo said with a sly smile, took a chubby hand and gave her several kisses —Dad can eat these little hands, they sure are tasty—

Viggo would kiss her little hands and Gwynevere would respond by laughing full of life and erasing that sad look in her eyes. After a few seconds, she looked on contentedly and hugged Viggo.

—If Uriel loves you, this girl is worse— said Semiramis —she spends all day calm and serious, only laughing when she's with you—

Viggo looked at her sideways with a smile and replied —well, I can say that she went out to her mother—

Semiramis showed a broad smile and looked away —I just laugh because it's hard not to laugh when you do so much foolishness— she said in a good mood.

—If you always smile for me, I could very well spend all day saying and doing silly things—

—You're so crazy— Semiramis said as she shook her head.

Viggo looked at Scheherezade and winked at her making her smile —Solomon was calm and very smiling a couple of hours ago— he said.

—He sometimes worries me— Scheherezade said, not knowing what it implied that he was a reincarnated being.

—He's just smart, you'll see, suddenly, he'll start reading books, talking, and asking a lot of things. I think there is no better mother than you. You can teach him about other cultures, creatures, poetry and give him your love. He's an amazing boy, you're an amazing woman, you just must believe in him—

—I understand— Scheherezade said, still worrying about her son. There were children like Kenshin who were quiet and sleepy, but it was too noticeable when he was awake. However, Solomon rarely cried, screamed, or laughed. Within the culture of Scheherezade when a child was born like this it only meant future problems.

Viggo continued to hold Gwynevere with his left hand, but moved his right hand and held it out to Scheherezade. She stared at him, Viggo gave her a slight glance and she took his hand.

—What did you bring me?— asked Semiramis, Viggo always brought incredible things from his travels, be it knowledge, his paintings, objects, and treasures.

—Actually, nothing special— Viggo replied casually.

—Why?— asked Semiramis, confused, Viggo was not to forget the details. Whenever there was something beautiful, he set it aside for himself.

—Well, you'll see, an empty room won't be enough—

Semiramis stopped, Viggo and Scheherezade did the same. Semiramis looked at Viggo and looked into his eyes. From his single look she could tell that this time would be very different from other times Quantity, quality, rarity, elegance? Who knew? But it sure wasn't normal. Semiramis showed a broad smile of anticipation.

—Surely you can't wait— Viggo said with a broad smile and held out to Gwynevere. Semiramis took her daughter, Viggo released Scheherezade and from his ring on his right hand, he took out Ivaldi's leather bag.

—And that?— asked Semiramis excitedly, she loved objects that could store a lot of things. The bag of abundance that Viggo gave her was only surpassed by the ring that Viggo also gave her, it was her favorite thing in life, incredibly useful and versatile. That bag looked simply, but it sure was something special.

—You don't get anything out of looking at my bag, I won't give it to you, I won't give it to anyone, so you can look at it all you want, but you'll never have it—

—Stingy— Semiramis muttered looking away.

Viggo shook his head, crossed his purse to his chest and searched inside. First, he takes out a silver tiara full of small diamonds everywhere. Semiramis captured the beauty of such an object and love it instantly. However, seeing Viggo smiling slyly she felt annoyed and looked at him indignantly. Viggo continued to smile, put the tiara on her carefully, and nodded as if it fit perfectly. Then he pulls out a mirror with the back and edges plated in gold. The image of Semiramis wearing the silver and diamond-encrusted tiara was reflected and contrasted with Gwynevere's red hair.

—How about it? Am I still stingy?— asked Viggo.

Semiramis became angrier with Viggo, as he had taken her measure. He knew she liked tiaras, crowns and all the jewelry that made her look like an empress. She tried to frown, but she looked away and didn't answer.

Viggo gave a sly chuckle, walked up to Gwynevere, and kissed her head. By default, Semiramis stared at him and at that moment, Viggo stole a kiss that melted her. Viggo separated from her and stared into her eyes. He was satisfied, Semiramis's gaze was full of sweetness.

Viggo turned around and looked at Scheherezade, reached into his leather bag and pulled out a silver necklace with a huge round emerald the size of an eye that matched Scheherezade's eyes. Viggo came over and put the collar on her. Then he showed her image with the mirror and Scheherezade smiled contentedly. She approached Viggo, he had to bend down, she hugged him by the neck and whispered —I love it, but you know you owe me. Your chest goes on and goes on filling with jewels, but mine has only a few of yours—

Viggo felt his eyebrow throb, but he kept his composure. This woman kept bothering him with the same thing. She kept receiving the jewelry that those guys gave her with the intention of buying her way and left them in the chest, next to her bed. The threat was there "I have a hundred suitors, if you don't treat me well, you will lose me" Demon-possessed woman, Viggo thought inwardly. Those bewitching emerald eyes, the thick and tempting lips, the soft and melodious voice like that of an angel, an explosive body, and the seduction of a dancer. Viggo could not wait for the night and punish her, make a mess with her body, and ask her between passion and lust if she was going to continue provoking him in the same way. However, Viggo would not now demonstrate his thoughts. He smiled confidently, approached Scheherezade's ear and lipped the edge of her ear. She gave a little start and Viggo looked into her eyes as if telling her that he knew her from head to toe, not to provoke him or she find him. However, women like Scheherezade knew how to handle seduction and only smiled by provoking him more.

Viggo clenched his fist holding the urge to throw her to the floor and make love to her without caring about anything, but he held on. He took a deep breath and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. If he himself had to value himself, he would put a seven in controlling his carnal desires being a one a mortal error and a ten a perfect move.

Viggo turned around and looked at Semiramis who looked at him suspiciously, as if she could read his intentions for miles.

—We have little daughters— said Semiramis —remember—

Viggo smiled and stretched out his hands to carry Gwynevere. Semiramis handed it to them, and everyone continued to walk to the stairs leading to the second floor.

—I have an affair with you, I'd like to take some things and transform them into valis— Viggo said casually.

—And that sudden change?— asked Semiramis.

—I have plans for Orario, its long-term, but all things need money, so I'm not going to be able to give you everything I brought. Well, in the sense that you can't use it for your business—

—What kind of business?—

—A library, an academy, hospitals, and other entities for the use of the city. I can't introduce too abrupt a change, or it could affect the economy and nobody wants that, right?— Semiramis looked at Viggo with a frown and nodded. Viggo smiled and continued —so with those entities I will start making small changes and gaining notoriety in the city. So, when I become the king of the gods no one will put up trouble, well, besides the petty little gods—

—I understand— said Semiramis —leave it to me, I will take care of the conversions and give you the best change—

—Yes, please, to all this petty stuff, how is our friend Edgar?—

—He resigns— said Semiramis.

—When?—

—Two months ago, I thought it was some smart move, but no. He bought a little house in the Dedalus sector and spends all his days inviting women and taking drugs. I stopped monitoring him a month ago. I don't know if he is still alive or not—

—Did I ask me if we should have let him die?— asked Viggo nonchalantly.

Semiramis and Scheherezade looked at Gwynevere in Viggo's arms and both slapped him on the shoulder at the same time. Viggo looked at them, then looked where they were looking and understood what they meant. It was not good to talk about such matters in front of children, much less name death. This may be Orario, but Semiramis and Scheherezade would still be just as superstitious as in Persia or Greece.

—Sorry, love of my life— said Viggo, picked up Gwynevere and gave her many kisses on her chubby cheeks. Then he hugs her and continue walking —whatever, Edgar doesn't matter. I already got what I needed. Now we must enter the empire. The emperor is a pretentious fool, so it will be relatively easy to break through—

—You are being overconfident— said Semiramis —but, speaking of entering the empire. Siegfried and Teresa's mother sent us a letter inviting us to stay for a while at her house—

—The Duchess?—

—Yes, the Duchess—

—Well, her house should be comfortable enough for us, when?—

—In half a year—

—It seems good to me; in that time, I can settle everything I have to do in the short term. After that will come the long-term projects and with that there is no rush. Everything is a plan that will unfold in time How is Hitomi?—

—Helping me with the accounts of the company and taking administrative control of the Bishamon family. It is not much that it produces, I hope that now that you returned with so much energy you travel a couple of times to the dungeon—

—Take it for granted, but first I must talk to my father and study some sunlight— said Viggo and felt like little Gwynevere shivered. Viggo looked into her eyes, big, innocent, blue, but with great sadness. Viggo smiled, gave her a few kisses on her chubby cheeks and whispered in her ear —it's all right, this is Orario, I'm your father, nothing will happen to you— then he attached her to his chest and felt Gwynevere's small body relax. Viggo stroked her back, Semiramis and Scheherezade looked at him, but he just smiled kindly as if nothing had happened. A reincarnated being who did not fear the word death, but who dreaded the word Solar Light. What an interesting thing, Viggo thought. He was eager to see Gwynevere as an adult to see the strength she would achieve. However, before all that, he had to help her reach her full potential as a human being.