You Won't Even Call Me Father!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The Viking Warships shook violently, and several druids in robes were thrown out of the building, about to fall into the surging waves of chaos.

"Careful!"

In the nick of time, Samael and Brunhilde darted to the left and right, grabbed their limbs, and pulled them onto the deck.

"What happened?"

The ancient serpent mentioned a druid who was relatively emotionally stable, and asked with a frown.

"That lady... she seems to have gone mad!"

The druid's face was pale, and his gaze into the room was filled with terror.

"Boom!"

At the same time, Magic Beam surged out from the door. A figure wearing black dragon-scale armor and holding a longsword wrapped in cypress branches blocked the attack, leaving two scorch marks on the ship's deck before being blasted onto the deck.

Once the man regained his balance, the closed head armor automatically disengaged, revealing a composed and handsome face beneath his disheveled long black hair.

"Sigurd, you guard the outside, I'm going in to check!"

Upon seeing this, Samael's expression hardened, and he became even more serious.

"I will obey your command, my lord!"

The warrior king nodded solemnly, waved to summon the nearby druids, and they set up a barrier to seal off the area. However, Sigurd, standing at the door, hesitated to speak as he watched Samael enter the house.

The moment the ancient serpent stepped through the doorway, a giant wolf, its entire body ablaze with red and black magical flames, suddenly looked up and coldly met Samael's gaze, the atmosphere oppressive and heavy.

One hour... two hours... three hours...

As the ship swayed violently in the surging Tides of Chaos, turbulent Magic Beam scattered in all directions.

"Your Highness!"

Upon seeing this, Brunhilde's expression changed drastically. She immediately summoned her spear and stepped in front of Samael to block his path.

Before the Valkyrie could rush forward, a hand gently pulled her from the shoulder. The spreading red and black magic dissipated in an instant before it could touch the two of them.

"Aww!"

The ferocious giant wolf lowered its head and neck, opened its mouth, and let out a deep, muffled growl.

Just as Brunhilde was on high alert, the wolf howl gradually went off-key.

"Vomit..."

"This...she..."

The Valkyrie stared in astonishment at the giant wolf, which lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, its limbs outstretched, ears drooping, vomiting listlessly.

"What do you mean 'going crazy'? She's just seasick, which is causing her magic to become unstable and leak out..."

Samael, who had already stepped forward, squatted down, and gently patted the giant wolf's back, rolled his eyes and gave a helpless answer.

Scandinavians are a natural maritime people, and most of them have extensive experience of hunting at sea or sailing from a young age.

Seasickness is not common for them. Even if a few people experience it when they are young, they have long since become accustomed to the rocking of the sea through repeated voyages and physical adjustments.

Therefore, the fact that such a powerful being was so seasick on the ship, almost dismantling it, was clearly beyond their expectations.

It was just seasickness, yet it caused such a commotion...

Brunhilde's lips twitched. Were these monsters? She was speechless.

"Tell the people outside to bring some tangerines, mint leaves, and tea."

Samael gently patted the listless wolf's head resting on his knee to soothe it, while turning to Brunhilde to give her some instructions on how to deal with the situation.

And with the departure of the Valkyrie, and the re-closure of the door.

A red and black halo flowed out, and the giant wolf, which had been lying on the blanket like a dead dog, quickly shrank to about one meter in length.

Samael froze, then withdrew his fingers from the smooth back without leaving a trace.

"What? Keep going, we're feeling much better..."

The head that had been lying on the serpent's lap lifted unhappily, its wolf ears perked up, and its amber pupils looked at Samael, its words carrying a hint of arrogance.

"Hey, next time you revert to human form, can you at least put your clothes on first? Stop with the surprise attacks all the time..."

Samael glanced at the long flaxen hair draped over the pink back, and the tip of the tailbone, where a section of brown tail lazily swayed, and rolled his eyes to remind her.

"We are a great and wise divine wolf, why should we wear human clothes?"

The flaxen-haired girl unabashedly sat up, stretching in front of Samael. Her long hair swayed, almost revealing her ample bosom.

"Because this is the human world! Put your clothes on!"

Samael immediately covered his forehead and eyes, his face darkening as he pulled out a prepared Greek-style long dress from the Sorcery Array and threw it over the head of the divine wolf.

"Ha, the human tendency to feel shame is such a nuisance..."

The girl pulled her clothes off her head and threw them aside. Muttering to herself, she shifted to a more comfortable position and continued to lie on Samael's lap to ease the confusion and nausea from seasickness.

"Do you want to be thrown into Asgard and confined, Finsel?!"

Looking down with his Serpent Eyes, which were slightly narrowed, Samael spoke in a chilling tone.

Once the trump card was played, the willful wolf had no choice but to reluctantly get up and stand in front of Samael without any hesitation, hastily putting on the dress.

Seeing this, the ancient snake had no choice but to turn its head and rub its forehead, its face gradually darkening.

A moment later, the werewolf girl, barefoot, stepped forward, hands on her hips, and leaned down. Her cheek, unexpectedly close to Samael's, was only a few centimeters away, and her blood-red eyes held a hint of arrogance.

"Finsil, what do you want to do?"

Samael was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously shrank back to increase the distance between them.

Seeing that her formidable enemy was intimidated by her overwhelming majesty, the werewolf girl nodded in satisfaction, let out a soft hum, and raised her voice with a pleasant nasal tone.

"We were born earlier than you. According to human custom, shouldn't you call out to our older sister a few times?"

Samael looked at the head that had come closer as if listening, and slapped the divine wolf Fenrir on the head, his face full of heartache.

"Fenrir, Fenrir, you and Hela were raised by me from childhood. I've poured my heart and soul into your education, fought for your fate, and negotiated with the gods for you. I have the debt of gratitude for your upbringing. What did I do wrong to deserve this? If we're going by human custom, why won't you ever call me your adoptive mother..."

"Uh... is there such a saying about the central courtyard?"

The inexperienced Finn was immediately taken aback, a sense of guilt rising in his heart. Coupled with seasickness, his mind was completely muddled.

"Is the older sister older, or the younger sister older?"

"Ugh... Honey... But isn't ours Loki?"

Did he ever support you?

"No..."

Did he teach you?

"No..."

"Has he ever groomed you, bathed you, or cooked you a delicious barbecue?"

"No, not at all..."

"So, he's pinning all the parental responsibilities he didn't fulfill on me, right? What's wrong with you calling me your adoptive parent?"

"It seems so, but I have a vague feeling that something's not right. You're not lying to me, are you?"

Finsel was skeptical. After a moment of contemplation, his eyes narrowed, and he revealed his canine teeth, his expression wary.

"You only lie if you suffer a loss. Since you don't trust me at all, let's compromise and call each other by our names. That way, neither of us will lose out."

"Um?"

The werewolf girl stared intently for a moment, then slammed her left fist into her right palm, her expression solemn.

"That makes sense!"