"She" Is on My Bed 3/3

After finally traversing that thorny path, Samael, greeted and seen off by the Valkyrie, entered the flagship's main control room. As he closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the golden altar, constructed of ash wood and engraved with three circles of runes, began to shimmer and light up.

Nanyu, is it Odin?

As the ancient snake murmured, it gently rubbed its brow, looking somewhat helpless.

Although he and the Aesir King of Gods had formed an alliance of interests, they would inevitably disagree on some matters.

For example, mobilizing resources in Northern Europe, exploring routes in the Sea of Chaos, enlisting the Aesir, and intervening in foreign wars.

The Third Iliad War is about to break out, and Greece may very well face annihilation!

Several days ago, Samael learned of this information by chance from some Celts and Romans, and without bothering to reconcile with Odin, he asked the King of Gods to lend him troops.

Although this far-sighted King of Gods spared his face by allocating hundreds of Viking Warships, along with many Valkyrie and Heroic Spirit from the Golden Palace, to his command.

However, the continuous large-scale actions by Persia, Egypt, Rome, the Huns, and other regions do not seem to be just a conventional military war; they could very well escalate into a large-scale war of gods!

At that time, this small number of people wasn't enough for him to handle.

Moreover, the cargo in the ship's hold suggests that Odin clearly didn't want to even engage in small-scale conflicts.

Therefore, Samael only led this army ahead, intending to find out the ins and outs of the Greek crisis before deciding whether he could persuade Odin to change his attitude if necessary.

Ultimately, they are merely allies of mutual interests and cannot trust each other completely.

However, as the three light patterns were activated one by one, a flippant voice, completely different from Odin's tone, rang out.

"My dear son Jörmungandr, what are you doing on the Sea of Chaos? You didn't even tell me you were going on a long trip. Come here, let Daddy give you a hug..."

The handsome young man with black hair, green eyes, a Golden Horn-Shaped Hairband, and a long golden-green robe emerged from the pillar of light, grinning as he opened his arms and excitedly embraced Samael.

"Oh? What are you asking me?"

The ancient serpent's blood-red vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and the smile on its face grew even brighter.

"Your Majesty! Have a pleasant journey. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

The God of Trickery's gaze fell upon the parchment scroll swaying in front of the pillar of light in Samael's hand, and his face immediately froze, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, and he shrank back.

"Don't rush off. Activate the Sorcery Array of the Golden Palace to connect the two places. You're not just here to say 'Greetings' to me, are you?"

Samael raised an eyebrow, his tone sarcastic, and then tore open the parchment scroll, casually reading its contents aloud.

"Tsk tsk, he turned into a pigeon to peep at the Goddess of Youth Idunn, while she was bathing, and stole three Fruits of Youth Elf Realm; he turned into a mosquito and bit a pair of dwarf craftsmen named Sindri, making them itch for three days and three nights as revenge for their scolding of you; on the way back, he even seduced a beautiful woman from the Elf Kingdom..."

"These are pure slander!"

Loki, the God of Trickery, whose secrets had been exposed, put on a fake smile, his eyes darting around, and stubbornly tried to explain himself. But under the scrutiny of those Serpent Eyes, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his smile became even more forced.

"What, you couldn't wait to leave after I just left? You've had your fun, and only now you're checking on my whereabouts? You're really not taking me, the King of Jotunheim, seriously! Even if I'm not in Asgard, your little schemes can't be hidden from me, much less from Odin!"

Samael frowned and snorted coldly, speaking in a low voice.

"Alright, I've already figured out how to get Hela and the others to clean up the mess. But, normally it's fine, but while I'm not in Asgard, you'd better behave yourself."

The ancient serpent paused for a moment, then opened a spatial rift, from which thousands of parchment scrolls poured out.

"Besides, you don't want all the messes you've made to end up on the tables of the victims the next morning, do you?"

"Definitely, definitely, my wife is very law-abiding."

Imagining himself being chased across the mountains and fields, Loki couldn't help but shrink his neck, nodding with a broad smile and an air of absolute certainty.

"No need for guarantees, and I don't believe yours anyway. Hela will watch over you for me. If there's a next time, be careful you don't get caught and sent to Niflheim to keep the Fire Giant King Surtr company. He misses you terribly..."

Samael responded indifferently, his face full of malice.

Loki gasped, his body stiffening, and he immediately gave his guarantee again, looking on meekly.

He was the mastermind who tricked Surtr into the Divine Cage; if that monster saw him, it would tear him apart alive.

After listening to the lecture, Loki, covered in sweat, finally received permission to shut down the communication. Only then did he dare to carefully extinguish the Sorcery Array. The God of Trickery, who was completely under his control, couldn't help but shed tears in his heart when facing the new ruler of Jotunheim.

Who is the father and who is the son in this whole mess?

But there was nothing he could do; all his talents were focused on illusion, deception, and escape. Past experience told him that he really couldn't beat this little snake.

What's more, with Fenrir and Hela as accomplices, cheering him on, none of the three unfortunate kids listened to him.

Deception and lying are such a positive and interesting way of life! Why should I be expected to reform? I can't live like this anymore!

After the communication was cut off, Loki in the temple was filled with grief and anger, and went berserk.

At this moment, Samael, having finished reprimanding the God of Trickery, was quite pleased, and the frustration he felt from the dispute with Odin over their differences had completely vanished.

"Buzz!"

Just as the disheartened son was about to leave the control room to go back for a nap, the Sorcery Array behind him started buzzing and lighting up again.

Samael turned his head and looked back, and was shocked to see a magical realm surrounded by seven towering Black Rock Walls, shrouded in lead-gray clouds, and covered by shadows everywhere.

This is the Shadow Realm, a darkness from which sunlight cannot penetrate; Ireland is the realm of the dead, a place for the undead.

Inside the dark and gloomy hall, eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps flickered. A graceful female warrior with purple hair and bloodshot eyes, dressed in a purple bodysuit and with a black veil covering her face, leaned against a grotesque throne made of bones and strange rocks. She held a scarlet thorny spear in her hand, as aloof and desolate as ice and snow, looking down at the king with a chilling gaze.

"Lady Scathach? What brings you here?"

Samael was slightly taken aback and asked casually.

Because of teaching the primordial runes, exchanging spear techniques, and other reasons, he and the Queen of the Shadow Realm had a good personal relationship.

But this voyage should be kept quite secret. How did Scathach obtain the flagship's communication Magecraft?

Moreover, the Sorcery Array that was operating in the hall was quite exquisite. Wasn't she a major in marksmanship? When did her Magecraft skills become so advanced?

Just as the ancient serpent was beginning to have doubts, the Queen of the Shadow Realm in the main hall casually lifted the Black Veil in front of her, a pleased smile curving her lips.

"Hehe, the fleet has been gone for three days, and you still haven't recognized me. It's quite a pity. Even the gods who deceive the gods can be deceived. This role-playing game is really interesting."

"Alright, let me tell you some news. I'm currently integrating the undead of the Shadow Realm and the power of Jotunheim. If you need anything, I should be able to help, my dear husband..."

Goddess of Winter Skadi, sat on her throne and smiled, as if melting away ice and snow. Her eyes, when looking at her husband, held a touch of tranquility and warmth, like the sunshine after a snowfall.

However, Samael's expression was stiff at this moment, he didn't hear a word, his body was covered in sweat, and his mind was buzzing.

If Skadi is in the Shadow Realm, then who's in his bed right now...?

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