"Next time I'll come earlier, if nothing unexpected happens."
"Wait, take this." Cassilius called out to Salomon as he put on his shoes. "I think you and The Venerable One may need it."
Salomon leafed through the black leather notebook in his hands. It contained records of dreams and mutterings. He looked questioningly at Cassilius, but the older Arcanist merely shook his head. "They're my dreams. You know we don't dream casually," he said. "Dreams are vague reflections of the Mirror World. I believe you remember that. My dreams have become increasingly frequent lately. That must be some kind of omen. I've interpreted quite a few images of Ragnarok from them. I'm no professional dream interpreter, but I believe you and The Venerable One will be able to see more in them. The disaster foretold in this prophecy is immensely important to the entire universe. We need to handle it carefully."
"I know." Salomon asked, "Do you think these dreams are because you've been staying by the All-Father's side?"
"Possibly," Cassilius said. "But that doesn't explain every omen in the dreams. Still, I believe you have a major role to play in Ragnarok, kid."
Salomon pursed his lips.
If his plan succeeded, he would usurp the foundation of Asgard and use it for humanity. But he could not tell anyone about it. Even The Venerable One merely understood without being told. Every action left traces behind. As the most powerful spellcaster among the Vanir, Frigga was highly likely to foresee this scene and inform the Golden Palace, allowing them to uproot the spies he had planted. Daughter of the Rhine Lorelei was the first step of his plan. Though placing all his hopes on another person felt deeply unreliable, she was the only person Salomon had who could infiltrate the