Orario has lost his champions 2.229

—Come on, walk— said Viggo, placing his hand on Alfia's back and pushing her to walk to Bishamon's house.

Alfia continued to wear her black robe and hood. She felt Viggo's push, took two steps forward almost losing her balance, but she regained it, continued walking and looked sideways at Viggo. Her different colored eyes looked at him with if she saw a monster. Just a few hours ago she was chatting with the god Erebus and Zald, but now they were both dead. Viggo entered the church and killed them in one move. The god generated a great scandal because he formed a pillar of light that took his soul to heaven, but Zald died without further ado, beheaded. Only she remained, who, with fear in her heart when faced with such a terrible murderer, had to choose between serving Viggo or dying at that very moment.

At this time, it was twelve o'clock at night, the adventurers approached the region of Dedalus to help put out the fire that had spread because someone had set fire to an abandoned building.

—Come on— Viggo said in a thick, firm voice.

—Yes, yes, I'm moving now— said Alfia, scared to death, calling the attention of some adventurers who were passing by, but Viggo gave them a single glance and they looked away.

Viggo continued to direct Alfia to Bishamon's house. On the outside he looked serious and immovable, but on the inside, he was nervous, not knowing if what he had done was the right thing to do. Kiara had warned him not to abuse the power to see in the future, which filled him with stress and the question if he was doing the right thing.

Viggo saw Alfia in his black robe advancing through the streets while being said to be doing the right thing. She was going to die only for a few adventurers to be labeled heroes and then die miserably. If Alfia's life was going to end so pitifully and meaninglessly, the best thing she could do was live for Bell.

Once Viggo arrived at Bishamon's house, he knocked several times and when the goddess opened the door, she showed herself wearing a purple robe.

—Viggo, I think it's a little late— said the goddess in a sensual voice.

Viggo smiled, took Alfia by the arm, and pulled her closer —I brought your adventurer—he said.

—That— said Bishamon froze for a moment and looked at the woman with the hood. Beautiful face, eyes of different colors and look full of fright –how convenient that a beautiful woman is.

—Never as beautiful as you— Viggo replied with a seductive smile. Bishamon blushed and then frowned; sure, he was just saying it for the sake of saying. She angrily walked to the door and opened it.

Viggo led Alfia and said —Come on, go ahead, this will be your new home—

Alfia looked at Viggo and then looked at the goddess, neither seemed concerned about her or the situation she was in. She walked ahead as Bishamon closed the door and Viggo followed her a few feet away.

Once inside the house, they went to the library and sat on the couches. Viggo let out a sigh, resting his back on the backrest and looking at the ceiling. Alfia sat with her knees clasped and her hands clasped on her lap as she held her head down. Bishamon looked at them both, noticing that Viggo had some blood stains.

—Viggo, did you hurt yourself somewhere ?— asked Bishamon

Viggo looked down, saw that he had some splashes all over his body, looked at Bishamon with a smile and shook his head —no, it's not my blood, you don't have to worry. More importantly, here's your magician, she'll be an interesting addition to the family—

—No one said I was going to be an adventurer, not so that the dirty gods continue to play with our lives and harm humanity— Alfia said in a harsh tone of voice, already more recovered and in control. Viggo and the massacre of Zald and the god Erebus had caught her off guard, but now she could react.

—And die for a greater cause?— asked Viggo in a contemptuous tone, let out a sigh and said —your plan was going to fail, you were going to die and the adventurers who were going to be heroes too. No more heroes would be born for humanity, they would only weaken Orario more—

—How do you know?— shouted Alfia.

Viggo leaned forward and activated his clairvoyance so that his eyes would emit a golden glow —because I saw it, that's why I wasn't afraid to kill your friends. If they were going to die uselessly, it was best to kill them now and not cause more damage to Orario. To you, just spare your life because you are Bell's aunt, be grateful—

—You, who tells you I'm going to take care of him? What will I help? Just because I fell into the hands of a monster?—

—You wanted to help Orario and create new heroes. Well, now you can guide a true hero—

Alfia widened her eyes and was speechless.

Viggo took a deep breath, rested his back on the back of the couch, and looked at Bishamon —not a word to anyone of this.

—Yes, I get it— said the goddess with long blonde hair and eyes with a purple iris —but is it real?—

Viggo nodded several times, looked at Alfia, and said —I was originally going to meet Bell fifteen years in the future, after the god Zeus has stupidly raised him. That was going to transform him into a boy with a weak and impressionable personality. Then, every time I wanted to do something, he would oppose it because the rest of the people would tell him that he was doing the right thing, that he was more qualified. In the end, I would separate from Orario, create my own kingdom and when Orario faced big problems, I would come back to see the results. Even though, at the time, Bell was a man, he blamed me for a childish tantrum, saying I didn't do anything. He was the king of Orario, he should have protected it. In the end, we came to a good understanding and agreed to work together. However, by that time it was too late. Orario will face a greater challenge and he, along with other heroes, will die—

Alfia looked at Viggo, the red-haired, blue-eyed boy who looked at her seriously and sadly, as if she had really seen what will happen.

—None of this is about you, Alfia, it's about Bell. I, like him, have a difficult fate, but there are many people helping me and guiding my path. However, he has no one, only the terrible fate he was born with. I want to help him, I want to guide him, I don't want him to die miserably. I want you to be prepared for the future challenge, with the best upbringing, with the best training, with the best family possible. However, someday he will realize that I am not his real father. Then, he will look for a connection with someone. I ask you to be that connection with his past, with his mother, to talk to him and help him, give him advice. Come on, I saw how you walked behind Meteria while she was pregnant, you worried about her safety What drives you to want to die in vain? It's not logical, it's not healthy. One always seeks the light, the best possible life, the tastiest food, to become strong, intelligent, to feel good, pleasure. Evilus? What stupidity Did you even know that your plan was going to succeed? I refuse to think that a level seven wizard is so stupid that she follows a plan with zero chance of success—

Alfia lowered her head and said quietly —you wouldn't understand, you don't know anything about me and Meteria—

Viggo let out a sigh thinking that in the end, saying all this and having eliminated those other two, he did not have any change of heart in Alfia.

—However— Alfia continued —if what you say is true—

—It's true— Viggo said with a frown and a look full of determination —it's true, I wouldn't lie about my future and the fate of my family.—

—If it's true, I'll stay with Bell—

—That's great— Viggo said with a big smile.

—Don't smile, monster— Alfia said contemptuously —if he becomes a hero, he will need to have someone by his side to advise him well. To clearly indicate who is a monster and who is not—

—I don't expect you to understand me, but I forbid you to tell him anytime soon— said Viggo —in the future you can tell him what I did, I don't regret it, but if he's young and influenced, he shouldn't know. If at any time you betray this order, I will finish you, do not worry, before you carry out your betrayal, I will know it and kill you without you noticing—

Alfia looked at Viggo, full of seriousness and determination. Her whole body shivered thanks to a chill that ran down her entire back. As she thought, Viggo was a monster that he would kill without thinking twice.

—Yes, enough— said Bishamon clapping the air twice —ok, ok, this is all very serious. Please let's calm down a bit. We're discussing things that haven't happened yet, so let's talk about other things—

Viggo and Alfia stared at the goddess with blond hair and purple eyes. She looked kind, beautiful and young. He had a smile on his lips that invited them to calm down. Viggo let out a sigh as Alfia crossed his legs.

—Well, Alfia is a magician, which suits our family very well— said Bishamon

—I'm sorry, in a sense— said Viggo —she won't be able to participate immediately in the family. It will take some time, make a reintroduction to society, and clear up some misunderstandings. She's and other adventurers supposed to be dead—

Bishamon let out a sigh and made a kind smile —there's nothing to do to— she said —oh, but she could wear a mask for as long as she dyes her hair. Well, we'll see— she looked at Alfia, who had a cold look —very pleased, Alfia, I am the goddess Bishamon and Viggo is the captain of my family. I look forward to working with you from now on—

Alfia let out a sigh, under her right leg and cross the left —I don't even know why I'm taking them so seriously— she lowered her head and murmured —Zald, Erebus, forgive me— she raised her face and looked at the goddess —I'm counting on you, goddess Bishamon—

Viggo stood up and said —I'm retiring—

—Wait Viggo— Bishamon said, standing up —you can't go home with those blood stains. They can get scared—

Viggo looked at his body, it was two red lines on his chest —no, this is nothing— he said.

—Come on, in the house there are two bathrooms. Take one, I'll bring you some towels—

Viggo looked at the goddess with a kind look, beautiful purple eyes, and long blonde hair. Beautiful and if a beautiful woman took care of you with such kindness, you could not refuse —okay— he said —I will occupy the bathroom on the first floor. —

—Well, go take a bath. I will take Alfia to her room and then bring you the towels—

Viggo nodded and walked out of the library. He walked down a hallway, saw the dining room with the door open, then the kitchen, a room with the door closed and finally the bathroom door. From the silence, it appears that Siegfried and his sister had taken over rooms on the second floor.

Viggo went into the bathroom, took off his clothes and got into the shower. He gave the water and under the cold water of a summer night, he bathed. Ten minutes later, when I had enjoyed enough of the water, someone came into the bathroom.

—I brought you towels— said Bishamon.

—Thank you— replied Viggo, turning off the shower faucet and cutting off the water. However, as he was about to leave, he saw someone's fuzzy silhouette through the screen. The door opened, and a woman with a slender body and long blonde hair, looked into his eyes. She was a few inches shorter than Viggo, purple eyes and a sweet smile.

—It bothers you if I accompany you— said Bishamon.

—I— said Viggo, a little impressed —you'd better not—

Bishamon stepped forward, hugged Viggo and stared him in the eye —I know your secret, you must shut my mouth with something— she said.

Viggo smiled, shook his head, and said —this is not necessary, I already have wives, you'd better find someone else—

Bishamon looked at him sadly and said —I know I don't go into your dress, you don't look at me like others look at me, but that doesn't mean you won't look at me in the future. For now, we will only know each other, nothing more. I will not persecute you or bother your wives. It will be only when you want to see me—

Viggo took a deep breath, thought about it for a few seconds, noticing that Bishamon's eyes became watery the longer he delayed responding. In the end, she could not say no, I invite her to enter the shower, closed the screen, gave the warm water and while the water fell, they looked into each other's eyes. Red hair against blonde. Blue eyes against purple. She had a slender body that could not compete with any of Viggo's wives, not even against the twins who were the youngest. However, something in her gaze and the tenderness of her smile led Viggo to kiss her.