Never a Major Mistake, Always Minor Ones 1/3

"The Wise Wolf... Horo?"

"Hmm, what's wrong? The Midgard humans all call us that, and they even worship us God of Harvest. It's quite interesting."

Samael snapped out of his daze, his eyes flickering thoughtfully.

The legend of Holo, the wise Wise Wolf and Horo of God of Harvest, actually only became popular and widespread in the Nordic regions, including Germany, France, and Slavic countries, during the European Middle Ages.

According to the Druidic Order beliefs, people generally imagine grain spirits transforming into wolves or dogs. Dogs and wolves are considered incarnations of grain spirits in harvest-related customs. In many parts of Mecklenburg, Germany, the saying "the Grain Wolf" is particularly popular. They say that the wolf sits in the last handful of grains, and cutting or binding that handful of grains is considered "getting the wolf," which means touching the God of Harvest and receiving his blessing.

Therefore, people hope for a bountiful harvest and a prosperous life.

However, the idea that the Norse God of Harvest is Freyr of the Vanir and Horo the Wise Wolf is still popular, though it's just something that rural folks talk about casually.

If it comes, that's uncertain.

In fact, as far as Samael knows, the Norse World epics have profoundly influenced the Celtic and Irish mythological systems, and are a product of this cultural influence. There are also variations of the Norse epics in Germany.

For example, Sigurd, the dragon Dragon Slayer appears in the epic poem "Volsunga Saga", is the prototype of the later German heroic epic "Nibelungenlied" and the opera "The Ring of the Nibelungen". Therefore, Siegfried, the Nibelungenlied ", is a character from the same source as Sigurd.

Furthermore, in Norse Mythology, it was the warrior king Sigurd who pulled out Gram, the sword of Odin, an incarnation of the god Odin, which was stuck in a tree by an unnamed old man.

This object, also known as the "Sword in the Tree," has been damaged and reforged, symbolizing both glory and destruction. Theoretically, it is the prototype of the legendary Sword in the Stone held by King Arthur.

In conclusion, Norse Mythology shares many similarities with Celtic and Irish legends.

Who knows, the world- World-Ending Demon Wolf Fenrir before us might one day become the Wise Wolf Horo, symbolizing abundance and harvest.

Suddenly, Samael seemed to remember something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Horo, who had raised her chin, with a slightly smug expression.

"Have you recently sneaked out of Asgard and returned to Midgard again?"

"Staying in Asgard is so boring. Apart from Uncle Tyr, those guys in Asgard flatter us on the surface, but deep down they both hate and fear us. It's much more comfortable to go to Midgard and take a nap in the wheat fields."

"You don't know, after a dip in the lake, you can lie in the fields basking in the afternoon sun, smelling the fresh scent of wheat, or suddenly dash out and scare away humans and wild rabbits. With such a wonderful place, why should we suffer in the Golden Palace?"

Horo's eyes lit up, and as she recounted that experience, her face lit up with excitement.

"It's all because you stole and ate the Divine Sheep from the Thor!"

Samael, his face dark with anger, exposed his older sister's crimes, looking utterly heartbroken.

"I've told you so many times! The chariot of Thor and the Divine Sheep is a creation of the God of Harvest Freyr. It can regenerate infinitely. We will only eat the meat. Afterwards, we will wrap the bones in skin, transfer some ether to them, and wait for them to revive on their own. As long as the bones and fur are intact, these two divine beasts will be fine."

You're something else! You steal food, fine, but you kill both of them, not even spitting out the bones!

What's even more infuriating is that I used to teach you all not to panic in the face of trouble and to remember to clean up the scene!

It happened in less than two days, and I ended up fighting with that violent freak, Thor. My muscles are aching all over now..."

However, as someone criticizes and instills their values, they become increasingly distorted.

"How dare you say that to me? We did all the work, why do you get to eat the most? And then you betrayed us!"

At this point, Horo ground her teeth, revealing her canines, her face full of displeasure.

"How can these be the same? My crimes are at most lax discipline and being deceived, so I can be considered a coerced accomplice."

You're a criminal! You dared to steal Thor's sheep in the dead of night; you could bite Odin to death tomorrow. If you're not imprisoned, who is?!

I advised you back then that things were getting tense, and you should behave yourself and avoid trouble, but you wouldn't listen. Can you blame me for that?!

Samael spoke eloquently, his tone full of "it's for your own good," earnestly advising him.

"Tch, don't think we don't know. The reason things are so tense is because you stole Thor sheep dozens of times, making the sheep malnourished and thinner! That made him wary."

Otherwise, why would he come knocking on your door so quickly?! And why would he directly challenge you to a fight?!

Horo crossed her arms and looked at the man with a cold smile, but the more she thought about it, the more suspicious her gaze became.

Samael instinctively rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes darting around as he avoided Horo's gaze.

In those days, as Thor became increasingly vigilant against thieves and the supply of delicious mutton gradually dried up, a certain guy started to have tempting mutton recipes and safe routes to and from Thor's temple appear on his table.

Even more coincidentally, on the day of the incident, Thor was sent away, Heimdall the Watcher was drunk again.

I didn't realize it before, but now that I think about it, all these factors combined seem too coincidental, don't they?

In addition, the sheepskin and bones have been recovered by Thor, and it seems that he has been locked up for a while.

Suddenly, Horo recalled the look of utter despair on the face of a certain guy when she was taken away. She immediately realized what was going on, raised her brows in a fierce rage, and swung her claws at the handsome face of that wicked creature, scratching and clawing at it.

"Fine! So you're trying to pin all those bad things you did on us!"

"Stop, stop, stop! I stole some food, you still ate some!"

Seeing that his scheme had been exposed, Samael immediately tried to exonerate himself with eloquent arguments.

You eat more than me!

"I have a big appetite, it's beyond my control, there's nothing I can do! I'm the one who has to cook!"

"Jörmungandr, you traitor! You framed me! I'm your sister, your own sister! You even ate my sheep! Spit it out right now!"

"What can you do outside besides act cute and bark a couple of times? I stayed behind so I could help you lobby and clean up the mess. Didn't I just manage to get you out of there and let you get some fresh air? You're not grateful, fine, but how can you repay kindness with enmity?!"

"You filthy snake, traitor! Die!"

Under the fierce onslaught of a certain "evil wolf," Samael fled in panic, scrambling out of the bedroom.

As the door slammed shut, Samael casually brushed the dust off his clothes, showing no remorse for harming his own sister.

It wasn't that he had no one to rely on; by the time the sun rose, the gods of Asgard still harbored some reservations about their role in the prophecy concerning the three siblings.

Overly unusual acts of kindness and good deeds can easily be perceived as having ulterior motives.

Therefore, by constantly making small mistakes but avoiding major ones, Samael adopted a way of dealing with things that reduced the threat posed by the three siblings, so as not to make Odin think that he was planning a coup.

Furthermore, no one would associate the three... well... two guys with Twilight of the Gods.

Just as Samael was lost in thought, Brunhilde, the guard on deck, led three Valkyrie toward him.