Orario has lost his champions 2.227

Viggo went the next day to talk at the house of the goddess Bishamon and apologize for failing to recruit the boy, but to his surprise, at the entrance the young Sigfried of one meter with thirty centimeters of height in his metal armor was waiting for him. Next to him was a girl with blond hair and a stylized face. She had beautiful blue eyes that looked blue in the light. Behind the two of them were knights dressed in white armor with a red cross on their chest.

—I believe I told you to go back to your family, Siegfried from the empire— Viggo said with a serious look.

—You are the one who does not understand— replied his sister in a serious voice that sounded sensual –mother gave him her permission, but I was the one who did not want to let him come.

—Oooh, and what changed in the big sister?—

The blonde girl frowned and replied —I think you can teach him something—

—Wrong— said Viggo —I never promised to teach him anything. I only offered to introduce him to Bishamon. If he wants to be strong, he will have to look for it on his own—

—You are irresponsible—

—Does the woman who killed an innocent horse say so?—

—I had to make sure he didn't keep running away from me—

—You look like a stalker; I don't want to hear from you— Viggo said and waved his hand to get them to get out of the door. Siegfried put on a sad expression but said nothing. The sister frowned but stepped back. Viggo advanced, he noticed that the knights had their hands on their swords, but he did not give them importance and approached the gate to open it, but just at that moment the goddess Bishamon opened the door of the house.

—Wow— Bishamon said in his purple kimono —yesterday you said you would bring him that very night—

—Yes, some things happened—

—Sorry goddess Bishamon— said Siegfried's sister, approaching the fence and ignoring Viggo who was looking at her in confusion —yesterday my brother and I had a conversation, so we delayed, but we would like to join his family.—

—Hey— Viggo protested.

The sister gave him a brief burlesque look, but then she put on a tender smile and looked at the goddess Bishamon.

—That's great— Bishamon said, moving forward as his wooden sandals marked his pace —with Viggo we were looking for them.

—Looking?— asked Siegfried and his sister, confused.

—Bishamon— Viggo said with a serious tone of voice.

The goddess covered her mouth with her hand while smiling and said —I'm sorry, it almost escapes me— she arrived in front of the fence, opened it, and let the brothers and Viggo pass while the rest of the knights waited outside.

Inside the house, Bishamon invited them to the library. She sat in the single armchair with a large backrest while Viggo stood beside her, and the brothers sat in a three-body armchair.

—Much pleasure, I am the goddess Bishamon— said Goddess Bishamon, with a kind look and sincere smile.

—Much pleasure, goddess— said Siegfried's sister —I'm Erica and this is my brother Siegfried—

—Delighted, I believe you already know Viggo, but I'll introduce them to you— said Bishamon looking up at Viggo. The latter frowned but nodded.

—Viggo Dragonroad— said Viggo —captain of the Bishamon family—

—Yesterday we had the misfortune to meet you, someone very rude, if I may say so, goddess Bishamon— said Erica

—Sister— Siegfried whispered.

At the same time, Viggo let out a simple laugh through his nose in mockery. Erica stared at him with resentment, she still hurt the punch he gave her yesterday How could he have such hard hands? These were the armors bought by the family of a marquis.

—Surely it was a misunderstanding— said Goddess Bishamon with a reconciling smile —I think we should put aside differences. Now, going to the important thing, would you like to join my family? We are few, but very strong—

—Is this your facility?— asked Erica looking at the house. Luxurious for a normal family, but too simple and small for someone accustomed to mansions that looked like castles.

—Yes, we are a new family— said Bishamon —I am a goddess of war and fortune, I can advise and guide you on those kinds of issues—

—I'll be frank, I don't like it— said Erica —if you were something like the Hera family I could understand, but let my brother join you—

—You don't have to— said Viggo with a mocking smile —you can go find the Hera family, I'm sure they'll make you a big welcome—

—Do you take me for a fool?— asked Erica with a frown. The most powerful families of Orario had fallen, it was not information that anyone handles, but she with her status, of course she knew.

—You said it—

—Cursed...— mumble Erica

—Sister— Siegfried said in a firm tone, calling Erica's attention —let me speak, this is my business, not yours—

—But—

—Sister— Siegfried said with a frown. Erica looked away, and Sigfried let out a sigh. He looked at the goddess Bishamon, beautiful, blond hair, and purple eyes —sorry for the previous conversation, my apologies, goddess Bishamon. I am Siegfried Schtauffen and I would like to join his family on one condition—

Bishamon was amused that the ten-year-old boy put a condition, but she just smiled and asked —What would it be?—

—I want to have the opportunity to challenge the captain once a year, with weapons, without time limit, until I defeats him, or he kills me—

Everyone was surprised at the young Siegfried not knowing what to answer. Only Viggo let out a powerful laugh and said —I like it, Bishamon, accept it, it will be a worthy rival—

Bishamon looked at Viggo, smiled and nodded. She looked at Siegfried who maintained a serious expression and said —very well, here the captain accepts, I warn you that Viggo is a level eight who could fight against the captains of the Hera family—

—I understand, Viggo is not a bad person, he won't kill me, so that gives me a lot of opportunities to fight with him and become strong— Siegfried replied full of conviction.

—Sieg— said Erica horrified, but Siegfried paid no attention. He just looked at the goddess Bishamon and Viggo full of anticipation.

—Well, having said that, I'll leave the rest to you, Bishamon— said Viggo.

—Okay, are you going to keep looking for the other person?— asked Bishamon.

—Yes, don't worry, with that our family will have already increased by two and with that composition we will be able to carry out expeditions—

—Yes, I understand—

—See you, Siegfried— said Viggo —I hope you prepare, when we have our duel, I won't go easy—

—I hope so, Captain, I want to become strong— replied young Siegfried.

—That's the attitude— said Viggo and walked to the exit without taking Erica into consideration.

Viggo left the house, saw the knights standing at the exit, passed through them without paying much attention to him and went to the region of Dedalus, where the constructions of houses formed a real labyrinth. Viggo spent most of the morning tracking down an abandoned house in the middle of the single-structure buildings, made with boards recycled from other houses and with paint eaten away by time. The place was poor, a place that a level five upward adventurer or nobleman would never go.

Of course, Viggo with his flaming red hair attracted too much attention, so as soon as they saw him the ruffians ran away. No one would dare to fight with a level eight adventurer. At least, that was the valuation that Orario and Viggo's guild had. However, the latter did not pay much attention to it and continued to wander the streets until he found the building. The door was closed with several boards nailed diagonally. The place inside should be empty, with some benches. At one time it should have been a church, but now it was only a refuge for fugitives.

Viggo kicked the door hard and flew out. Inside, those hiding were shocked by the sudden intrusion, but instead of rushing out, they prepared to fight. Viggo entered the building full of dirt and cobwebs. He saw those he was looking for and smiled. They remained on alert, dressed in long black hoods that concealed their figures.

—Mr. Dragonroad, I don't think these are your territories, why do we owe your visit?— said a shadow, stepping forward with a grandiloquent tone of voice.

Viggo didn't even look at him, he materialized his sword of chaos in his right hand, and point it out —get out of sight, I have no business with you God of the fourth— he said. He kept walking, under the sword of chaos, but he never kept it inside his soul. Facing a level seven wizard and knight could be troublesome.

Viggo stopped in front of the level seven wizard who had her hands down, but open, as if she was ready to cast magic at any moment. Viggo pointed it with the sword of chaos —you, follow me, we must talk— he said.

—I don't think so— said a haughty female voice.

—I won't ask again, join me, we need to talk—

—Viggo Dragonroad, this is not a game— said the gentleman in a manly voice as he pointed his black sword at Viggo.

—So, I kill them now?— asked Viggo —already kill a god, so I have no problem helping your friend die, definitively—

—Alfia, go with him— said the god hidden under the hood.

—Are you sure about that?— asked Viggo, turning his face and looking at the hooded man with a smile.

—In that case, it will be better—

—Mmm, ok, this is a mess— said Viggo —walking to a dirty bench that looked like it wasn't going to break and sat down.

—Viggo Dragonroad, don't be nosy— Alfia said contemptuously.

—Does the person who showed up at the funeral of your family captains say so?—

—You, we told you not to go— shouted the warrior.

—Shut up, you are no one to order me— replied Alfia.

—Enough— said the god, walking to Viggo and sitting a bench in front of him. He put his hand to the hood and let see a young face, his hair was black with a pair of green strands on his bangs.

—Very pleased, Name?— asked Viggo without giving it the greatest importance.

—Erebus— replied the god.

—No idea, what are you doing here with this pair of idiots who are supposed to be dead?—

—Hey— protested the warrior and Alfia. She removed the hood revealing her silver hair and young face while the other did the same, revealing an adult face, with dull red hair and a scar on his face.

—That's a secret— replied Erebus.

—Aren't you going to tell me? Not even if I rip off your arms and legs and then threw you into the chapel where the gods come down?

—That might be a bit problematic—

—I'm serious— Viggo said with a look of few friends as he held the sword of chaos in his right hand and the chain wound up along his forearm like a snake.

—A boy like you would never understand, but if you want to take you to Alfia, better for us—

Viggo stared him in the eye and said —if you cause trouble in Orario, I promise you won't go back to heaven, you won't even have the chance to be reborn, in the literal sense of the word if you know what I mean—

—That— Erebus said with a sly smile —it could be a problem—

—Whatever you say— said Viggo, got up, looked at Alfia and said —You, bring your fat butt here, we must talk—