Skadi Still Refused to Submit

'Since that time, people have often seen storms and the figures of giants faintly appearing on the earth, their bodies ablaze with fire. When the unrighteous see them, their souls are taken away by them, becoming followers of the storms.'

'Since that time, the monsters on the land have drastically decreased after the storms and giants' sweeping destruction. Heroes have fewer opportunities to make a name for themselves, but there are also far fewer false and deceitful people.'

' Nibelungen Prologue'

After making a covenant with humanity in the name of God and leading the ' Titan Giants ' away from Jotunheim, Rovi scattered the giants. Having been influenced by Rovi, they set foot on the earth and became thoroughly ' Storm Giants '.

Their existence is both the manifestation and the embodiment of the storm.

They will also, as Rovi hoped, gather the souls of the 'unjust people' and form one storm legion after another.

Like sparks scattered across the earth, but if needed, they will become a raging fire, scorching the entire Norse Age of Gods!

These are the embers that have already been scattered.

It is the power of Atlantis that Rovi wanted to strip away.

As for the Rovi Wei people...

"Excuse me, sir, have you ever seen Fafnir the Evil Dragon that once ravaged this area?"

"No, ever since the King of the Wild Hunt brought a storm to Midgard, the Fafnir the Evil Dragon has fled in panic and no one knows where he has gone."

"That's a real shame..."

"..."

The conversation and the sound of flowing water echoed through the vast wilderness. Rovi bid farewell to the local old hunter, regretting that he had not been able to gain any useful confidence from him.

Snowflakes covered the ground all around, pressing heavily onto the bare, jagged branches.

The old hunter's departing figure moved hurriedly, and he treated this person, who, despite his gentle and polite demeanor, exuded a deathly aura, with complete disdain and awe.

"What do you want with that guy?" Skadi popped her purple head out from behind Rovi, looking confused.

Fafnir is a notorious beast in the Nordic lands, and also one of the ultimate Dragon Kind, much like the ' Hydra ' in Greek Mythology, a monster comparable to a high god.

He was also the target that Rovi sought after after he dispersed the Storm Giants.

Skadi, who could neither return to the Asgardian Divine Realm nor was she ever at risk of being treated as a traitor by the Divine General of Asgard, could only stay with Rovi, but she was filled with confusion.

"I'm the Wild Hunt now, right?" Rovi heard Skadi's question, glanced sideways at the purple goddess.

Skadi nodded.

"How can the King of the Wild Hunt be without a horse? Running on two legs alone would be so unimpressive!"

Skadi: "..."

Despite all her calculations, she never expected Rovi's reason to be so unconventional.

That makes sense.

Legend has it that the King of the Wild Hunt often leads the army of spirits, sweeping across the land with storms. He is a commander and king clad in heavy armor and riding a magnificent horse.

To perfectly integrate into this identity, Rovi truly needs a divine horse—or at least, a divine horse that has reached the level of a god.

This is not about being detached.

It is also a kind of 'playing' to steal power.

"I want to make the ultimate Dragon Kind, Fafnir, my mount, and make it look like a horse." Rovi smiled, turned his head and looked at the vast snow-capped mountains in the distance. "I can sense that Fafnir is hiding in those mountains ahead."

"Then why did you just ask about that hunter?"

"Just checking." Rovi didn't care about Skadi's rebuttal.

"Let's get this over with!" he said, patting his long dress. "The sooner it's resolved, the sooner we can put our minds at ease."

As an ultimate dragon that countless heroes were fully prepared to defeat but could never conquer, Fafnir was described by Rovi as a sparrow that could be dealt with at any time.

Skadi found it difficult to refute this.

Amidst the rustling sounds, the two 'deities' trod through the freshly fallen snow, leaving behind footprints of uniform depth on the ground.

The branches on both sides swayed, and occasionally the accumulated snow was blown away by the wind, instantly filling the sky with crystals, as if another heavy snow had fallen. In this snowstorm, Skadi simply patted her long purple dress and looked at Rovi standing in front of her.

Having shed the heavy armor he previously wore as the ' Wild Hunt,' his surroundings were still filled with a deathly stillness, but without that heavy imposing aura.

Even now, Skadi and Rovi have not had much contact.

But she always had an inexplicable feeling lingering in her mind.

Despite possessing immense power, he always roams the earth in the manner of a mortal. Despite having the fighting strength to rival Thor, he always behaves with exceptional politeness towards people and things.

But the imposing aura emanating from those clad in armor and wearing masks can suffocate everything...

'Hmm? Why does this sound like a lunatic? Is the person next to you really a madman?' Scathach couldn't help but mutter to herself, deep in Skadi's mind on the other side of the magic mirror.

Skadi silently echoed the words of another version of herself, "Crazy?"

"That's right, this term comes from the Aegean Sea, describing a person with multiple personalities... How accurate is that?"

That's true.

Skadi's eyes lit up slightly; the more she thought about it, the more it seemed to fit, and she couldn't help but smile...

Rovi turned his head away, somewhat puzzled.

Then Skadi said, "You're crazy."

"?"

Rovi was somewhat taken aback by this sudden 'insult'.

Skadi, on the other hand, laughed even more heartily.

That's right, this guy is a complete lunatic!

But to be honest, Skadi still regrets it. She regrets provoking this guy and being tricked into entering Jotunheim, where she was forced to 'betray' the gods of Asgard.

She regretted it, but as time went by, she became less afraid.

Because Rovi never relied on his own power to act recklessly, he differed from the Norse gods.

He is like a human being, but even more like a true god.

However, the result...

I still want to go back to Asgard.

Although later legends say that Skadi was originally born as Frost Giants, here Skadi is a god born from the pure Asgard realm, a manifestation of the purest snow mountain in the realm of the gods.

Because of her purity and beauty, she was the most beloved by the gods. Odin doted on her more than on his many sons. The Odin the God of War, regarded her as his closest sister, Tyr even replicated the Great God's Declaration for her.

She is a pure virgin and the most flawless symbol of Asgard.

The goddess, whom he adores, is unwilling to leave her home.

Even though Rovi had forced her into something, Skadi's impression of Rovi wasn't too bad because of it.

But——the fact that he is the 'Demon King' has never changed.

Even the most wicked demon king is still a demon king.

Skadi clenched her fists slightly beneath the sleeves of her long dress; she was determined to seize the opportunity to explain her grievances to the gods.

Rovi glanced sideways.

How could he not see what Skadi was thinking?

I just don't find it surprising.

He couldn't possibly make a goddess completely submit with just a few words.

The Nordic countries are different from Greece.

His legend is gone here, and he can no longer enjoy the same kind of world-famous idol effect.

Anyway, he's just a 'tool god'.

If it works... that's enough.

In the distance, snow-capped mountains stretched endlessly, and wind and snow swept across the land. Rovi raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

Beyond the hills lies a deep, secluded valley.

He could sense Fafnir hiding among them.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder roared. The world, which had just passed through a snowstorm, was struck as if by a thunderclap from a clear sky. Brilliant lightning bolts fell from the heavens, like a heavy hammer striking the void and crashing down on Rovi... behind him!

Skadi was stunned as lightning struck her head-on.