Queen Freya was a wise being.
Njord's blood flowed through her veins, granting her the innate support of nature.
God King Freyr possessed great power. He was a magician, but also a warrior.
He had even fought Odin.
Yet Queen Freya, his blood relative, was different.
She was purely a magician, wielding the magic of nature.
So she could see it, and feel it too-the pulsing of magic power.
It was joy.
A joy unlike anything before.
They had found someone who could truly make them great.
Not God King Freyr, nor Odin, but the person before her.
The great Wizard King possessed what it took to make magic power sing his praises.
At his birth, Alfheim had rejoiced.
This world had been waiting for a king.
Not Queen Freya. She was a queen, a goddess.
The king of magic should be majestic and powerful.
John's arrival had given Queen Freya her answer.
He was the one Alfheim had been waiting for.
She recalled her mother, the great Nature God.
A goddess born in Alfheim.
Like her mother, she would find and marry someone favored by magic. The child they bore would become Alfheim's true king.
Amid the joy of magic power's revival, Nason grew anxious.
He had not seen anyone come out.
Whether it was Queen Freya or John, he could not help worrying about them.
At last, after a while, he saw John emerge.
Strangely, John was walking very quickly.
The plant guardians blocking the path did not stop him this time. Instead, they affectionately formed an archway for him to pass through.
Even Nason, an Elven Sage, had never received such treatment.
"Lord Wick."
Nason hurried over to greet him.
His gaze fell on the Magic Power Spring as he searched for the queen.
"Queen Freya..."
"She's