Orario and balance 2.288

Viggo took Rosewisse and Brunnhilde and took them out of the guild of adventurers so that the problems would not continue. For Viggo the problem was not them, but the other insistent guys without any tact who tried to overcome the barrier at all costs.

Once in the street, Viggo walked with Rosewisse on his right and Brunnhilde on his left. He did not refer to the matter because it was really stupid, but it seems that Brunnhilde worried it. She advanced at the same speed as Viggo and Rosewisse and like the latter, Brunnhilde wore a white one-piece dress that reached her knees. She showed her shoulders, arms, and legs a little, but nothing too daring. Her wavy gray hair with a braid on each side made her look sexy. If there was anything that stood out about her besides her wings on her back, it was the bandages over her right arm. On the other hand, Rosewisse was dressed almost the same, but with a light blue dress alluding to the sky, the place she liked the most, after all she had wings and was a proud Valkyrie.

—I'm sorry— Brunnhilde said in a soft, shy voice. She raised her face and looked diagonally up so she could see Viggo's face. He was dressed in black in that jacket with white embroidery while his red hair fell to his shoulders.

Viggo gave her a brief sideways glance, smiled, and continued to look forward —About what? The fight?— he asked —Don't worry, my aunt takes it personally because it's her job, but for me it's okay. You must give a good blow to all the people who want to invade your space, it is your place and only you and nobody, but you have the right to decide who to let in—

Brunnhilde nodded and continued to look forward, put her hand closer and took Viggo's. The latter felt the small hand but did not attach much importance to it. Brunnhilde did not understand loving feelings, she wanted friends like Rosewisse, someone to depend on. Her whole life was a hard beating and only now, during these brief days, was enjoying what it was like to walk carefree and eat a lot of delicious foods.

At the same time, Rosewisse turned her face and looked at her friend. She understood the situation but took Viggo's other hand anyway as if reaffirming her possession over him. Viggo looked at her sideways, chuckled and Rosewisse punished him with a punch, but did not diminish Viggo's laughter.

Thus, the three of them together walked to the restaurant that Viggo bought in the northern region of Orario. Today they were going to celebrate something important. In the morning, while Viggo was conversing with Hermes, Rosewisse had taken Brunnhilde to restore her right arm and so the latter could take Viggo's hand.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Viggo and company were greeted by the manager of the premises. A mature, blonde woman in an elegant red dress named Nicol. She led them with great respect to a private room where she had everything prepared beforehand.

Arriving in front of the room, they opened the door and saw a wall-to-wall carpeted private lounge with a large window overlooking a flowery garden with exquisite vines and exotic-colored flowers. In front of the window that overlooked the garden there was a long rectangular table, the headboard was with its back to the window, with the flowery garden in the background. The host could not see the garden, but he was elegantly framed by the flowers that shone through the window. That generated a halo in the host of natural beauty.

Of course, the host was Viggo, the restaurant was his and he had sent to prepare everything, but today they celebrated Brunilda. Her right arm was newly restored and would need months of rehabilitation, but otherwise, everything was perfect. So, Viggo led Brunnhilde to the head of the table, in front of the window and invited her to sit down. Then Viggo returned to the beginning of the table, took Rosewisse by the hand and led her to her seat, on Brunnhilde's left side (otherwise she would have been angry with him). Finally, Viggo returned to the beginning of the table and talked to Nicol about having her bring the food. Nicol left the room and closed the door.

On the other hand, Viggo was left admiring the image of the adorable Valkyries sitting at the table. The window behind with a garden full of beautiful flowers made them look natural, like fairies of the forest. Rosewisse with her silver hair and blue eyes looked wonderful while Brunnhilde with her gray hair and blue eyes looked divine. An image too beautiful to ignore, so Viggo immediately took out of his ring a lectern, canvas, a stool and sat down to draw.

—What are you doing, Viggo?— asked Rosewisse with a frown, she was going to get up, but Viggo raised his left hand to stop as he continued to draw lines with the charcoal in his right hand.

—Wait, stay there for a moment, just a little and you can see— said Viggo.

Brunnhilde looked at Rosewisse and the latter let out a sigh and said —he is painting us—

Brunnhilde turned red and nodded a little embarrassedly. She had seen paintings in her homeland and in the palace of the AllFather, but they were mostly reflections of something important that marked the destiny of the Nine Realms. Not something as frivolous as portraying women at a meal.

—You can come— said Viggo, and both Valkyries walked to where he was and stood from behind. They only saw a canvas with black charcoal lines, they didn't look like them, but the expression of the two bodies looked incredibly realistic as if they were alive.

—Viggo— said Rosewisse.

—It's just the sketch— said Viggo —it needs a lot of work, so don't ask—

—Well— replied Rosewisse —but leave that for another time, they're going to bring the food and I don't know you're doing this—

—Well, I'm clear, ready— said Viggo, highlighting the shoulder line on Rosewisse's model. However, the same drawing made him realize that both chairs for the Valkyries had backs. Viggo turned around and asked —Are you comfortable in those chairs?—

Rosewisse grimaced uncomfortably and nodded —if you could change them for backless ones, it would be great, it's uncomfortable for my wings—

Viggo looked into Brunnhilde's eyes, and she nodded several times with a tender expression on her face. Too beautiful, Viggo thought, especially that mole on her chin, at the height of the left corner of her lip. Viggo nodded to the request, turned around and marked the mole on Brunnhilde's model, something so characteristic could not go away.

Viggo got up from the stool and with his ring in his right hand put away the canvas, wooden lectern, stool, and charcoal. Everything was as it was at first, but his hands had been stained by charcoal. Viggo turned around, looked at Rosewisse and Brunnhilde and said —I'm going to ask for chairs without backs for you and wash my hands—

That way, he went out and the Valkyries were left alone. Both went to sit in their chairs and as before, they found the backrest uncomfortable, but since it was something momentary, they sat at the end of the seat and remained silent.

—What do you think?— asked Rosewisse —it's nice, isn't it?—

—Yes, very nice— Brunnhilde replied with a smile —the garden behind the window is beautiful Does Viggo know Vanaheim?—

—No, as far as I know— said Rosewisse —we've never traveled, but it's a promise that remains to be kept—

—Thank you— Brunnhilde said with a broad smile of happiness.

—Again?— asked Rosewisse with a sneer —this is already the fifth time—

—I just wanted to say it because that's how I felt—

—Okay, don't worry, we're friends, right? Now, changing the subject, in the afternoon we will take you to the Bishamon family to get to know them, they are nice people. If you want you can stay and live with them, if you don't stay with me. You saw how my room is, it's too big—

—Isn't that a problem? You know— said Brunnhilde, her cheeks red —you and Viggo?—

—Oooooh— Rosewisse said with a big smile —that, don't worry, I occupy my room to leave my things and sleep. We do that kind of "things" in Viggo's room. If I'm honest, I don't think I could live in the same room as Viggo every day, my body wouldn't stand it—

Brunnhilde blushed furiously and Rosewisse let out a laugh at seeing her so embarrassed.

Viggo returned a few minutes later with Nicol, two waiters who arranged backless chairs for the Valkyries and a chef who brought the food in a metal cart. The menu was meat and boiled potatoes, today there was no need to be too sophisticated. They were all warriors accustomed to camping, fighting, and preparing their meals outdoors, so the important thing was the taste of the meat.

As they ate, Rosewisse commented —I told her we would go to the Bishamon family in the afternoon. Brunilda wants to stay in the house with me, is there no problem?—

—Of course, there is no problem— replied Viggo —and as for going to see the Bishamon family, it will be later. I would like to see my father to work on Brunnhilde's sword— he looked at Brunnhilde and continued —Have you decided which weapon you want?—

—I still can't use weapons— Brunnhilde replied, with a happy tingle in her heart and a shy smile.

—It won't be ready right away, but if we give it to my father right away, it'll be ready for when your arm can start training—

—That would be great— Brunnhilde replied with a smile that couldn't contain her happiness. Like all people, Brunnhilde needed to justify her existence to herself. Her whole life was fighting, so a sword was like her eyes, a fundamental part of her. So, knowing that she had her arm back and was going to have a good sword made her happy.

—Hey, hey, hey, no crying— Rosewisse said as she saw great tears streaming through Brunnhilde's eyes. The latter did not wear any kind of makeup, so only a line of moisture formed on her cheek. Rosewisse took a napkin and carefully wiped away her tears —you must be happy—

—I'm happy—

—In that case smile, it's the best— Rosewisse said with a sly smile —otherwise Viggo will see your ugly side—

Brunnhilde looked down with red cheeks, Rosewisse laughed, and Viggo smiled. The latter took the bottle of wine in the center of the table and filled the glasses halfway. After Rosewisse stopped laughing and Brunnhilde calmed down, Viggo raised his glass, and they followed suit.

—A toast to the Valkyries who will soon live in Orario, to prosperity and happiness— said Viggo in a loud voice.

—For our prosperity and happiness— said both Valkyries, clinked glasses with Viggo, and took a long sip.