Seven Hundred And Ten

As I arrived at the opulent Ritz Carlton hotel in Picadilly, my head was aching a little, as though I’d forgotten something. However, as I rubbed my temples a tiny thought inside me told me it was nothing to worry about, so with a gentle sigh, I let it go. It’s only natural I’m stressed, as there’s a lot going on. Damn, this was supposed to be a break for me after the Pilgrimage, but somehow I’m as busy as ever, even if nobody else is…

Approaching the two imposing doormen, I introduced myself, and they gazed at me with impressed, almost hero-worshipping looks. I guess I’m very popular in London, for good reason.

After a quick phone call, a smartly dressed member of staff came to escort me, declaring “…my party had already arrived, and was waiting.” I kept silent, pondering that. Party, huh? So it’s not just Dorte Andreassen then. Thinking about it, Constantine was acting strange, and Carrie Sørensen accompanied Adam… but I wasn’t aware they were in contact. That’s…

The restaurant was full of couples and groups, men in sharp suits, women in expensive gowns and dresses, and I was glad I was wearing a formal suit for the important business earlier, else I’d probably have been turned away at the door. I scanned the room for any sign of Carrie or Dorte, as I’d seen Dorte’s Facebook page which had photographs of her, but didn’t see them.

“This way.” my guide insisted. He led me towards a private room at the back of the restaurant, and I wondered just how Dorte had managed to get one, as Ellie had told me the Ritz was usually booked up well in advance. We stopped outside the room, only for the man to knock politely, and then a rich, deep and unfamiliar feminine voice, with a faint accent I vaguely recognised, sounded.

“Do come in.”

That accent, it’s not…

The staffer opened the door and bowed to me, and I stepped inside, to see a small yet beautifully furnished room, floor-to-ceiling windows giving a view of the park outside, with a table large enough for a dozen people to sit at holding pride of place in the centre. Sitting around it, I was only slightly surprised to see Carrie, her medium-length blonde hair styled rather more artfully today, wearing a purple gown, similar in shade to Helmwige’s hair, unlikely to be a coincidence. It was modest though, and the hand on her wineglass displayed her wedding ring proudly. Her eyes, green with shades of hazel brown, were smiling, to match her lips, as if she’d pulled off a prank on me.

It wasn’t her who had spoken, the accent wasn’t American. Nor was it the woman I’d come to meet, who was watching me in troubled silence, though she did give me a nod of greeting. Dorte Andreassen was wearing a tight-fitting, yet humble and austere red gown, a sharp contrast to her pale skin, blonde hair pulled into a single braid, and her sharp blue eyes. Red, huh? Another that’s not a coincidence?

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet the man of the hour.” The one who had bid me enter spoke, her faint Greek accent not detracting from her flawless English. “Oh, don’t just stand there gawping, young man. You should have seen plenty of pretty women, and young Dorte is rather shy.” She then paused, smiling, and with her hawklike nose and intense eyes, she cut a striking figure, despite her age surely being in her fifties. Her hair was a dark brown, which contrasted with her pale pink gown, and with her olive skin and dark brown eyes, which held a different shade to the eyes of Asians such as Kana or Motoko, she was exotic but striking.

“He doesn’t recognise you, Ekaterini.” The man sitting next to her grinned. He was a big man, taller than me, and well-muscled. He’d taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. His suit was black, which was fortunate, as seeing those in the room, I’d half-expected him to be wearing a bright yellow suit, close to blonde, but fortunately it was only his shirt which was such a garish colour, and it didn’t suit him, though it did rather match his hair, which was long for a man. “Guess he doesn’t watch the news much.”

“Don’t be like that, Väinö. He makes the news, doesn’t he?” the woman, Ekaterini… chuckled. “Besides, I’m sure that the news I’m the new President of Greece has been swallowed up by what’s going on in the world nowadays. Even in better, calmer times, the doings of our small country is of little importance to the wider world. Now then… introductions are in order, I think. But first, sit, sit!”

I did so, sitting down across from the last person at the table. She was wearing a pink dress too, and was another older woman, maybe in her forties, with ash-blonde hair and green eyes. She smiled calmly at me, and I had a feeling that I’d been played for a bit of a fool. It must have shown by my expression, as Dorte snorted, sourly amused.

“Some wine?” Carrie asked, and I nodded, and as the crip, white liquid poured into my glass, Ekaterini clasped her hands together.

“Well then, I am Ekaterini Sakellariou. Though perhaps you would find it a little more interesting, if I was to say that I am beholden to Rossweisse, Valkyrie of Divine Frigga, and I possess the grace to see the paths of destiny, and many far-off things and secrets. And yes, I am the new President of Greece, that wasn’t merely a joke. Freshly sworn in yesterday. It was pushed up by that mess with the Church of True Revelation. Though poor young Kyriakos had plans, he was forced to expedite them. But it’s true, right now I’m the woman for the job…” she added proudly. “…after all, foresight and wisdom are needed to steer our nation, and indeed the world, through this crisis.”

As I took a sip of the excellent wine, fruity yet tart, Dorte coughed again, and Ekaterini chuckled.

“Oh, I forgot you are a woman of few words, Dorte. I know you are aware of her already, young Akio, she’s told me of the countrymen of mine you sent to pester her. Regardless, she’s Dorte Andreassen, under Ortlinde, and has the heroic mien of Tyr, it seems. As for Carrie Sørensen here…”

“We’re definitely acquainted.” Carrie chuckled. “But that’s all we’ll be. I may be gorgeous, but I’m happily married!” she giggled. “But yes, I’m called upon by Helmwige, and I sing the songs for Bragi.”

“I can speak for myself.” The big man, who was surely Kraken, from the American Vermillion List, grinned. He gestured, and water from the jug near him turned into thin tendrils, snaking around his heavy glass mug of beer, lifting it into the air, to his mouth, and after gulping down half of it gleefully, he slammed it back to the table with the watery tentacles. “Väinö Järvinen. I guess I’m Njord’s hand on this world.” He didn’t mention Schwertliete for some reason.

“Then that leaves…” Ekaterini took over again. “…my fellow wise woman of Divine Frigga, Astrid Lindberg.”

“Charmed to meet you.” Astrid smiled. “And you need no introduction, do you? You have been busy!”

“Too busy, if you ask me.” Väinö snorted, and Dorte nodded, her blue eyes seeming as cold as the waters she likely worked upon. “Trying to get yourself killed, like that dumb bastard Egil. Yeah, we know all about that.” He grimaced, downing the rest of his beer, before uncorking what looked like a bottle of vodka and taking a hearty gulp. “Damn, if that doesn’t hit the spot… anyway, these last few days, the blonde bitch has been positively talkative, whereas before I barely knew who she was…”

That arrogant… Schwertliete’s frustrated voice rang in my head, and suddenly, after a long silence, Wisdom World was once more full of Valkyries, watching through my eyes and thoughts. The crowd brought Shaeula and the others back to see as well, and soon the atmosphere inside my head was festive, though Schwertliete, at least her cute mini form, was tugging at her long blonde braid furiously. …wretch. He has no manners! If I was there in person, I’d drag him to the sea and give him the Ordeal by Cold Oceans…

But if you do that… Rose giggled happily, refusing to meet my eyes. …he’s going to die. Nobody does that anymore, except in rituals to Njord…

I’d fish out his foul-mouthed corpse and beat him until he coughed up the sea and breathed again. Schwertliete insisted, and it was Gerhilde, the oldest of the nine, who bowed to me, though that made me rather uncomfortable.

Our apologies. We could feel your concern for us, and unwillingness to interrupt us, in case sparing your thoughts any attention led to a split-second lapse in a life-or-death battle. We do appreciate that.

We were fighting, just not in the way you think. Run added cheerfully. It’s damnably hard work, a nudge here, a correction there, and doing it in a way that doesn’t break any of the stupid Compacts…

Careful, Siegrune… Gerhilde warned, and the tiny Run mimed zipping her lips while winking an orange eye at me, which lightened my mood. Just where did she learn such a gesture?

It is as you guessed. Lin spoke up now. We gathered them. Before, it was only possible to access our Chosen via a certain resonance with the Seeds, via the World Tree, and only for brief moments. But now…

I am First Adherent, much as that provokes Lin’s jealousy. Micro Rose pushed out her ample chest pridefully. So I was able to reach through our unshakeable Connection and access your world, since my mastery of Runes has reached new heights. And… this projection…

Lacks majesty, obviously! Small Schwertliete crossed her arms, angry. Otherwise he would not dare to address me in such a manner! Sometimes I envy you, our youngest sister… She grumbled to Lin. …Akio is so polite and well-behaved, and even Dorte listens to you.

Blame Njord… and the stormy, fierce temperament of the seas, which respects few who sail upon it. Rose laughed. My Chosen are both wise mothers of impeccable wisdom. Oh, speaking of the Path… I see we have a new follower.

Yes. Christina. It sort of… happened.

We’re of modest enough scope that I can sense everyone who walks it. Yes, you made a Truesoul connection, in some ways. Though have no fear… Rose chuckled, knowing my complicated feelings towards Christina. …this Path is broad, and not merely about romance.

Back to the point at hand… Lin added. …we did indeed use this opportunity to impart additional wisdom to our surviving Chosen, though unlike with you, we are greatly limited in what we can say. And we asked them to gather here. It is time… time that the surviving bearers of our Favours, of the Seeds, gather as one.

I see. Yes, it’s a shock, but a welcome one, I suppose…

“You might want to be polite.” I warned Väinö, and he laughed, taking another hearty swig of strong spirits straight from the bottle.

“Hey, I speak my mind. She’s got a bad temper, so I call it as I see it. Besides, she’s not here right now.”

Oh, but I am… Schwertliete’s knuckles were white on her braid.

“It would be nice if you were more understanding.” Ekaterini added calmly. “And I know you have quite the alcohol tolerance, young Väinö, but please don’t get drunk before we’ve even eaten. I’d hate to be banned from the Ritz if you cause a scene.”

“Just ask Akio here to intercede…” he snorted. “If he asks his fiancée for help… oh, shit, sorry…” he grinned insincerely. “…that doesn’t narrow it down much, does it?” On seeing my cold gaze, he smirked. “I’m not mocking you. Much, anyway. Hell, as a man, I get it. I’m doing all right for myself too. I was always popular back home anyway… back in Espoo, I was considered quite the catch. Now… well, you aren’t the only one making waves. My own Territory’s quite nice. And granny here…” he waved a hand at Ekaterini. “…she’s just taken over a whole country.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble…” Carrie chuckled. “…but being the President isn’t owning the country. But she’s certainly got a lot of advantages now. But calling her granny… it’s a bit much.”

I nodded at that. “Yes, though I suppose, depending on what age she had kids, they could have a young child at home…”

“And how old would you say I am then?” Ekaterini asked, curious, and I shrugged.

“Early fifties, maybe?”

“To see the work of the man marrying two Princesses and a dozen other women in action. I’m feeling warm inside from the honour. Or maybe just the vodka?” Väinö chortled. “Granny here’s pushing seventy!”

Really? I guess she’s either naturally blessed, or being a Chosen has helped, or both. “If that’s the case, you’re maturing like fine wine.” I took a sip of my own for emphasis.

“Thank you. At least you know how to treat a lady.” Ekaterini smiled pleasantly. “But alas, you can’t sweettalk me. I also must hasten to add, I’m not yet sixty-five. Don’t let Väinö here fool you.”

“So, how old do I seem to you?” Astrid asked, and when I replied just over forty, she was delighted too.

“I wish. But… I suppose this is one benefit of Divine Frigga’s grace. And it’s very valuable for we women.” She then glanced at Dorte, who’s expression was rather cold as she glanced at me. “Of course, some of us have… complicated… relationships with our Valkyries. Though being able to truly talk to Rossweisse was a joy.”

I should say so. Rose added internally. Like I said, Akio, I’d dearly love for you to look after my Chosen and their followers. Their talents will be of use to you, and when you make a push for Astral Emperor… She paused. …it still worries us. Earth should be unclaimable, and to risk doing so is to risk significant, permanent damage or worse, death. I asked some of our older sisters from earlier generations of Valkyries, subtly, of course…

Too subtle, if you ask me. Run needled. We’re already going to end up in a lot of trouble, might as well risk adding more for some rewards.

Hush, you. Rose chided, ignoring her. I also dug through the libraries. Earth’s a complicated world, and those that have been like it are all unclaimed or destroyed, lost or devastated. Even so… we owe it to you, and to ourselves, to believe in you and support you as Divine Taṇhā does. We’re no less supportive of you than her! Anyway… Mini Rose bounced as she coughed theatrically, changing the subject. …you can and probably should support a number of allied Territories for now, and even after. So it’s, as you like, a win-win.

“Yes, Rose is very nice.” I added, and that triggered a twitching of the muscles in Dorte’s cheek. Perhaps seeing the tension rising, Ekaterini clapped her hands together, well used to managing troublesome meetings from her time in politics, no doubt.

“We have much to discuss, but… strangers do business, we eat and drink with relatives and friends. And this is the Ritz. It has two Michelin stars, you know. It would be foolish not to enjoy the meal. Although…” she smiled knowingly at me then. “…it might not be so appealing for someone who is currently staying in Buckingham Palace.”

“Yeah, I wanted to meet a Princess up close.” Väinö added. “Meeting granny President here isn’t the same.”

“Don’t think you’re too young to be put over my knee and spanked, young Väinö.” Ekaterini chuckled, unbothered by his insults, and to my eyes it seemed that they got along quite well. “I may not have the combat strength you do, but the pen is mightier than the sword…” She then glanced down at Tsurugi, who I was wearing at my waist. Damn, I almost forgot. It’s a miracle they let me in the Ritz armed… yeah, my heads a bit… fuzzy. I’ve forgotten something, I know it. But I feel there’s a good reason for it, so…

Relax, Akio. Shaeula spoke up. I too have the same feeling, and that… it is not wise to pry.Since earlier…

I know. It doesn’t feel harmful, so…

“…that sword is likely mightier. Can you…?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” I stroked Tsurugi’s hilt, calling for her, and she woke up, transforming into her Tsukumogami form, her gaze a little unfocussed. In her cute white summery gown and with her blue and white hair pulled into a side ponytail, she looked cute and adorable as she slammed down onto my lap.

“Father, what did you want?” She glanced around, seeing bread and jams on the table. “Oh, is it dinner? Are we eating?”

“Seeing is believing, they say.” Väinö blinked, before shaking his head. “I’ve seen my fair share, Näkki, who don’t have their own shapes, just sentient masses of wicked water, Vetehinen draped in seaweed… most of them aren’t cute at all. Though some of those Utuneito…” He smiled knowingly at me, letting out a sharp whistle. “…you’d like then. You’ve got a Dryad lover, don’t you? And Shaeula’s not human either, is she?”

“I don’t like the term human. I prefer person.” I insisted, before agreeing with Tsurugi. “Yes. Let’s eat. These people wanted to meet you, they said you were very cool when you cut the storms over the Palace.”

“Yes, I was!” Tsurugi sat straighter, delighted, kicking her legs playfully, and I could see Carrie, Astrid, and even the taciturn, standoffish Dorte, melting under her cute charms. “You’re all very nice! But sorry, I’m father’s sword, don’t covet me!”

“Where did you learn language like that?” I chuckled ruefully. Before she could answer, the door opened, and a pristine waiter came in, accompanied by two waitresses. They seemed a little confused by Tsurugi’s presence, but as befitting an establishment with the reputation the Ritz had, they took it in stride.

“Mother Eri told me I had to be careful of strangers, father! It’s only natural they’d want to steal me, and Yata, and Magatama, but we belong to you and the mothers, father!”

At her cute explanation, Carrie giggled, before covering her mouth, and politely ordering her meal. I glanced at the menu, made my selection, then helped Tsurugi pick.

“Very good, sirs, madams.” The menus were retrieved, and more alcohol was brought in. With an arrogant flourish, water tendrils sprang into existence around Väinö, uncorking various bottles easily and pouring the wine and champagne into glasses.

“And what happened to not showing off, like ‘dumb bastard Egil’?” Carrie teased, and Väinö shrugged.

“Things are different now. And I’m not getting abducted by any snatch squads. Trust me, my command of water is second to none. Why do you think the bitchy Valkyrie chose me?”

I tried to ignore the furious Schwertliete, who was being comforted by her sisters, as he continued.

“Besides, I remember seeing that moron Australian on YouTube. I wonder what happened to him…”

I know the answer, and it’s not overly pleasant…

“…anyway, that just reinforced my choices to lie low. Not so hard, in Finland.” he snorted. “Sure, Helsinki’s nearby, but even then, there were only a dozen or so others like me. Sone nasty bastards too. But mess with me, and… well, Lake Bodom is notorious.”

“Yes, lying low was wise.” Ekaterini agreed. “Unfortunately, even without the return of our Valkyries, matters have changed.”

“Yes. That they have.” Väinö agreed, and his watery tentacles twisted violently, as if wringing necks. “I was minding my own business, but those bastards from the Church still came looking. They didn’t leave though. Let the Vetehinen pick over their bones, and the Utuneito dance over their watery graves. It’s all they deserve.” He then nodded sympathetically at me. “It isn’t right, going after your family, no real heroes would do that.”

“I had trouble too, of course.” Ekaterini agreed. “Trouble I would have been hard-pressed to deal with. But I have secretly been working to unify the Chosen of Greece ever since this began, so… sadly, two of my fellow Greeks perished, but I escaped. Yet…” She flushed, suddenly rather embarrassed. “…I had hoped that young Shaeula would be here. Rossweisse promised me she could heal the scars left behind.”

“I’m a decent Healer…” I offered, but she sighed.

“I don’t want a man to see them, if I can help it. We women have our pride, you know.”

“Fine. I’ll call her over when we’re done.” I knew when to be a gentleman. “What about you three?” I asked Carrie, Dorte and Astrid.

“I’ve had no troubles.” Carrie shrugged, leaning back, glass of wine in hand. “Though when I came here with Director White, he seemed to think that was a bad sign.”

“As for me…” Dorte’s tone was clipped and cold. “…I was at sea when such attacks occurred, so perhaps I was lucky. But…” She clenched her right hand. “…I’m not one for holding back against those who do evil.”

She’s quite intense… I can see why you rate her highly, Lin…

She has a good heart too, the heart of a hero. As do you, Akio. Even if you have different styles of heroism… Lin’s reply was rather illuminating.

“I got into some trouble.” Astrid added. “But not from the Church. At least I don’t think so. But I’m quite resourceful. You didn’t get attacked either, did you, Akio?” she asked me, and I shook my head.

“No. They sent a sacrifice to tell me there was no point, but that they’d strike me where I was most vulnerable. And they did. Fortunately…” my expression was now proud. “…everyone’s trained so hard they were able to pull through. And… we’d left a contingency in place for the worst possible scenarios.” Mae. I can never thank you enough for protecting Asha and my unborn daughters…

“It’s all a great nonsense. While most of us Greeks are indeed Christians, as am I…” Ekaterini smiled with gentle self-mockery. “…which is rather difficult to resolve with the truth that Divine Frigga exists and favours me, as you can imagine…” As we nodded, she continued. “…Greek Orthodoxy doesn’t side with such wicked acts. Though some of the populace has been swayed, as you’d expect. Oh, that reminds me…” She fixed me with a piercing, brown-eyed gaze. “…Theodosia, the woman you purchased a Favour from… yes, we know about that. I told you, I’ve been investigating all the Chosen in Greece as much is possible, trying to follow the path of wisdom and unity…”

I nodded, urging her to continue, and she sighed. “A shame, but… not everyone is cut out for battle. A peaceful resolution suits her will, I think. And she tells me you’ve promised her and her family protection should she ever need it.” At my further nod, she finished up. “That’s no bad thing. Though we have been trying to discern how Favours can be transferred… other than by…”

“By ripping down the Anchor of others, granny.” Väinö scowled.

“Less of the granny, if you please!” she insisted as Tsurugi giggled, ignoring his retort that since she had grandchildren, she was, by definition, a granny. “Exactly. You do it differently, don’t you? As your sister did not have gifts and now has that from the poor young man that was spoken about on that broadcast by the Church.”

We fell silent as the doors opened gain, and our first courses were brought out. Once we’d begun to eat, I answered, having composed myself. “Yes, I suppose Yamato is unfortunate. But if I could have saved him, I would. I won’t weep for him though, instead I’ll save my tears for those his hubris killed. As for his father… I understand his grief, but he’s chosen the side of evil and harming the innocent. All I could do was save Yamato’s gift, and it happened my sister could make it work. She’ll do his share, and better. My sister might be… unique…” My lips curled into a smile. “…but she’s got the heart of a fighter, and she’s quite compassionate.”

“You say you could not save him?” Dorte asked, and I nodded. That seemed to displease her. “Oh, so you only fight when you know you can win? Or perhaps, it was because he was not a woman…?” She left that hanging and Väinö winced, pretending he hadn’t heard, swigging more vodka from the bottle, idly making watery tentacles rise from the jugs on the table.

Yeah, that’s not a nice comment. But… “Oh, rest assured I’ve fought against the odds many times. And I’ll do so again, if I must. But the difference is in who I have to sacrifice for. It’s not that Yamato wasn’t a woman. I get that it looks bad for me…” I admitted. “…and to you women who are happily married, and have children…” I nodded at Carrie, Ekaterini and Astrid. “…I probably seem like the world’s most selfish man. And perhaps I am. But everyone chose me, just as I chose them. So long as I never make them cry, so long as they feel loved, so long as I protect and treasure them, it’s our business, and our choices. Therefore any risks, any sacrifices, even if it’s just me involved, aren’t mine alone to bear. So when the time comes to fight, I will, no matter the odds, but I’ll not risk their happiness for someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

“That’s right, father!” Tsurugi spoke into the sudden, pensive silence. “The mothers would cry if you were gone. Like Yata, Magatama and I cried without the Sun! It’s cold and lonely in the dark…” her tone was morose now, and Dorte’s expression softened. “…so don’t go away, father.” Then, as if her smile was the sun coming from behind a thundercloud, Tsurugi beamed winningly, reaching up and patting my head, though the effect was spoiled as she grabbed a mouthful of her soup even as she spoke. “If there are any dangers or obstacles, I’ll cut them for you, father! Nothing will stand in your way!”

“Truth out of the mouth of babes.” Ekaterini quoted, and Väinö chuckled, making silver knives clash playfully as if in a duel with his watery tentacles, amusing Tsurugi, who suddenly watched on, wide-eyed.

“If she’s a babe, then you’re definitely a granny.”

“That’s bad manners.” Astrid chided, letting out a little aether, and the tentacles popped. As water droplets flew down like rain, Väinö clicked his tongue and all the water shot back into the jugs, before Astrid caught the knives and set them down again, winking at the suddenly pouting Tsurugi. “And yes, it seems that Tsurugi here is ancient, by our standards, but if she looks like a child and acts like it, then she is. Just as if Ekaterini and I are young, as Akio so gallantly noted, then we are not grannies, but women in the prime of our lives.”

He waved that away, and the conversation continued, even as we finished our starters.

“Women, yeah?” Väinö smirked at me, clearly trying to get a rise out of the others. “Always so sensitive. Hey, I wonder how old the blonde bitch is? Valkyries, right? Got to be ancient…”

In Wisdom World, Grimgerde and Waltraute were holding the tiny Schwertliete’s arms, stopping her from throwing a tantrum, and I decided to show mercy. “All women are young at heart, and the Valkyries are no exception. Trust me on this…”

There was a clattering sound, and I turned to realise Dorte had leaned forward on the table, her expression intense. “Yes, I’ve heard all about that from those you sent to find me. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that my Valkyrie hasn’t been to see me…”

Lin?

I was handling the other matter. I am very proud of Dorte, as I am of you. She sighed, her expression rather melancholy. Besides, you had already put in place plans for meeting with her, as I had asked you to.

So we simply hopped on those plans to call our own Chosen. Helmwige added, and Schwertliete nodded, though her eyes were still stormy, shifting from blues to greens to tempestuous greys.

It’s a rare event, Chosen gathering. Rose added. I know you wonder why Chosen from the same Pantheons often clash pointlessly. Again, your world is unusual. Such advanced technology for communication and information gathering rivals the higher worlds of the Pantheons themselves. Ordinarily, those Chosen have no such fortune. They are islands adrift on a sea of conflict, whittling each other down until one rules, though obviously others may ally or surrender, becoming Vassals.

Of course, not everyone fights with honour. Waltraute’s smirk, as she helped Grimgerde restrain the angry mini Schwertliete with her whip, was bitterly spiteful. Some have a greater advantage in that regard.

Oh, that reminds me… I released the memories of my tampering with and experimenting on the Linked Angels to the Wisdom World, and Rose looked on with some interest.

Yes, this is what we were talking about. Her pearlescent, glowing eyes were distant as she considered it. Yes, as your First Adherent, I felt what you do. Even so, any interference even with these weakest Favours, seems unlikely to succeed in much. But perhaps… she smiled with satisfaction then, knowing my thoughts. …we do not need to achieve a great deal, to strike a blow. Now then… as I was saying, this priceless opportunity Lovers’ Link and your Path gives us here…

Your Runes too… Lin conceded, and many of us smiled as we detected a touch of jealousy towards Rose in her tone, quite unlike her, and the mini Shaeula patted her shoulder comfortingly.

Oh yes, my Runes too… Rose agreed. …though conversely, we could well argue that my Runic proficiency only grew for the same reasons. The point is… we can now gather up our Chosen. And perhaps even other Chosen from our Pantheon that the elder sisters brought Favours to, who endure. And yes, we will not overlook other potential allies too. This is not just for the World Tree, but for our futures…

We’ve agreed. Waltraute added. We’re placing our hopes in you. So don’t make me wait, else you’ll regret it. She went to flex her whip, and the bound Schwertliete groaned, and Waltraute gave an insincere shrug of apology.

“There are reasons for that…” I replied to Dorte, this mental conversation happening in an instant.

“I am sure there are. Let me be blunt…” Dorte’s gaze was cold as the oceans she sailed upon. “…I don’t deny you’ve done a lot of good, I applauded when you saved those young people in Korea. Defending Britain is noble too. But…” she turned her attention to the other women here. “…don’t you think he’s selfish? Would you like it if your husbands brought home other women? And I daresay…” she glowered at me. “…you’re not the sort of enlightened man who would welcome your girlfriends bringing back another man as a lover with open arms? I can’t bring myself to like your attitude.”

Ignoring Shaeula, Eri and Hyacinth who were all calling Dorte many unflattering names, only my sis and Asha staying out of that argument, I nodded, not looking away.

“Of course I’m selfish. And you think I haven’t wrestled with this? I’m definitely not a fair enough person to share my women. Which is utterly hypocritical of me, I know that. You’re far from the first to point this out and won’t be the last. But it’s also rather arrogant of you to act as though their opinions and experiences don’t matter.”

I was rather tired of this. At least Ellie understood, even if, by her own admission, she was slow on the uptake. I don’t think so. She’s just careful. “You can disdain me, that’s your right, but don’t tell them what should make them happy. Because you asked when I’d fight a losing battle. The answer is for them. I’d risk death a thousand times over just to see any of them smile. But I can’t die, because that’ll break their hearts. So everything I do is to win, while keeping those I cherish, and those within my reach, smiling. Dorte Andreassen, Lin thinks very highly of you…”

“How would you know?” she grumbled, and Väinö broke in.

“Hold on. Not to be a bastard and butt in here, but it’s not like I don’t get it. I’m a man, after all.” He winked at me, and I found the burly man quite pleasant company, actually. He’s not as arrogant or as standoffish as I expected from a Chosen of Schwertliete…

“You really should listen to his advice. Think about it. It’s a world where power could be the difference between life and death. You don’t think a lot of women are happy enough to be safe and secure, even if they have to share? Hey, even before this mess, it isn’t like women didn’t go after rich, married men and become mistresses for wealth and comfort. You may not like it, but it’s true.”

“Even so, as Chosen of Tyr, we should be better than that…” she shot back, and Carrie laughed.

“Dorte, honey, I don’t disagree, but… that’s not the only reason you’re angry, is it?”

“I… just don’t think it appropriate for a noble Valkyrie, Chooser of the Slain, to abandon her duties for a man!”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Astrid frowned, confused. “Are you saying those mighty beings above us aren’t allowed love, Dorte?”

“It’s not that…” she was struggling to put it into words. “…but duty, the higher you are, the more sacrifices you have to make…”

“Oh, I don’t disagree, but you’re also wrong.” I couldn’t let that slide. “The higher you go, the more you should strive so that nobody has to give up what they truly wish for. Yes, the strong should shoulder the burdens they are capable of, but… think about it. If you’re strong, like, say, a professional boxer, should you be forced to patrol the streets every night, stamping out muggings and harassment, just because you could? No, that’s a mistake. I don’t even think Tyr wants that type of sacrifice.”

“And what would you know if it?” Dorte sighed. It looked like she was genuinely concerned, not merely hating on me for my infidelity, so I offered her the same courtesy.

“Me? Only what I’ve experienced, but…” It’s time. I know why you’ve returned to Wisdom World now…

Actually, it’s not just this… Rose insisted, but her hands were weaving Runes out of light, combining them into words. …but yes, time for our grand appearance. Her smile was beautiful yet impishly playful. I wonder, if one day, in the hofar, the churches dedicated upon this world, this scene will be painted…

Maybe stained glass… I returned her joke, as the Runes formed, spilling through Lovers’ Link. Now everyone was watching on as Runes burst into light around me, even Tsurugi, who had switched from glaring at Dorte as she criticised me, to looking unbearably cute and smug, as she smiled knowingly.

“Ansuz. Pertho. Pertho. Ehwaz. Ansuz.” I recited, as Rose did the same. I paused meaningfully, the atmosphere in the room so sharp you could cut it with a knife, and then… “Rose’s Wisdom journeys, but there is never an end to travelling, only new vistas to explore and reach. Raido! Appear!”

“Voi paska…” Väinö lapsed from English to Finnish for a moment, before switching back. “Fuck!” He wasn’t shocked just because Schwertliete, who he’d been badmouthing playfully, was here in an illusory form, but because Wisdom World had unfolded, swallowing up the room, and all the Valkyries, as well as my usual mental tagalongs, were suddenly present.

“Nothing astounds me anymore…” Cassie kept on drinking calmly, though she was eyeing the spectacle with interest. “Not with you, Akio. It’s no wonder Director White’s broken. He’s still living in a world of checkers, but your board is full of chess pieces. Or maybe it’d be Go stones. Since that’s supposed to be the most complicated board game out there.”

Ekaterini had a more unusual reaction. “How does everyone fit in this smaller space? I see… spatial expansion… fascinating.” Her eyes were glowing with a similar radiance to Rose’s.

“Oh, if it isn’t Rossweisse… and… your sisters?” Astrid smiled warmly. “You can do this?”

Dorte remained silent, though her eyes fixed on Lin, who nodded at her slowly.

“Yes, we can indeed, through Akio, my Verr.” With a smile, Rose grabbed my arm. I couldn’t truly feel her, as she was an amalgam of elemental energies, but the holographic image was good enough it looked entirely real. “After all, don’t you think it’s too sad, my brave, precious Chosen, that I serve Frigga, the Great Mother, yet I remain an unwed maiden? No, I am married, Lin too.” At that, still under Dorte’s heated gaze, Lin gingerly took my other arm. “Though we are not so crass as to consummate until our Verr comes to claim his Brúðr.”

“I’m a bitch, am I? Bitchy? Rude?” Schwertliete’s tone was shockingly calm, but Väinö was sweating now. “By Njord, if you wish to see my temper, don’t test me.” She turned to Rose. “Can I use elemental energies through your link other than to talk and be visible? The seas can turn from placid to stormy in but an instant!”

“You could…” Rose laughed. “…but the strain on both Akio and me, and the Connection we share, would be a trial.” She then winked playfully at Väinö. “My younger sister has a temper, but we all have our flaws. Mine is, I’m just too adorable. My Verr says so, don’t you?” Her illusion playfully squeezed my arm, and I rolled my eyes.

Oh come on, you’re just trying to get me in trouble with Dorte.

It’s not my primary goal. Fortunately spiritual communication was still possible, as the Valkyries had no shortage of mental bandwidth, even under this strain. Though I had to admit I was feeling the stress of all of their spirits, but the Path was answering, and the weight, or the analogue of it, lessened to a bearable ache.

Though I have to admit it is quite amusing. But no, I need to help my dear littlest sister overcome her reluctance to profess her true feelings and resolve this matter. It has ben weighing on her, holding back her true feelings. So be her Verr and accept a little discomfort on her behalf. None we chose are bad people, I’m sure. Even if some were sadly more foolish or unlucky than others. But… we still have six. That… eases the ache somewhat…

“I can’t argue. But… Lin’s equally so.” I gave in, not that I needed much enticing to fawn over my wives and fiancées, especially the shyer ones like Lin. “Dorte, you said Lin… and I guess Rose… shouldn’t fall in love with me, because it interferes with their duties? I don’t agree, but if that’s your objection, be patient. Because I’ll forge a world where I can support them, and those they have to defend.”

“This is quite-quite the gathering…” Shaeula, or rather her illusory double, draped her arms around my shoulders from behind, peering over me at Dorte and Ekaterini. “…now, forgive my rudeness, but I can hear-hear and see whatever Akio does. So I know your fears, Dorte.” Shaeula was as straightforward as ever. “And Akio was right, as he often is. Only one female here has the right to complain…”

Illusory Eri stepped forwards, rubbing at her temples, and Carrie blinked. “Whoa, you’re a catgirl? That’s kind of cute…”

“Thank you. I wasn’t always, but I made mistakes. Still, it’s become my nature now.” She lashed her phantom tail. “This is a bad time, I’m trying to talk some sense into father-in-law and mother-in-law, while respecting their genuine misgivings. It’s tough when we actually respect who we are arguing with, if it was someone we didn’t care about, their opinion’s worth less than shit to us.” Eri’s unusual swearword drew my gaze, but her smile was calm, if exasperated. “Are you someone who’s opinion we should care about, Dorte Andreassen?”

“That’s… fair.” Dorte paused for a moment. “So, are you the one who can complain?”

“If I was a selfish piece of trash.” Eri agreed. “But everyone, even these Valkyries, barring me, knew that they would have to share Akio. As for me, I pushed for it to happen. I never believed I could, but… Shaeula here was right, though saying it annoys me…” Shaeula smirked at her triumphantly. “…I live every day fulfilled. Well, apart from days like today, but… It’s not like I don’t get that either. Fortunately, everyone is a good woman. Akio wouldn’t love anyone that isn’t, thankfully. They never agreed to… an addition… never imagined they’d have to, but… what use is power if we can’t use it to make those we love live the life they want? Don’t you think so, Dorte Andreassen?”

“No need to keep calling my full name.” Dorte gave up under Eri’s intense onyx gaze. “So, you’re the first then?”

“Yes. I am. And delighted to be so. But whether or not you believe Akio’s being selfish, whether or not you even like him… I admit, I can’t fathom a woman who doesn’t, but then, I welcome less competition, so by all means, be cold… don’t you dare take the moral high ground on our account. We’ve all seen our share of blood and tears, none of us are idiots. We all know our own minds and hearts, and if we have complaints, we can raise them. Isn’t that right, Ortlinde, Rossweisse?”

“Yes.” Lin said at last. “I… do feel a great deal of guilt, Dorte. You are not mistaken to feel I have committed a grave offence. But… what can I do? In a man who started from nothing, as you did, no, an even greater dearth of power, I now see hope, and that hope kindled a fire in me, and spread… to my heart.” And it is not simple jealousy of you, Rose, no matter what you say!

“As you can see by this gathering… ordinarily, it would not be possible. Soon, the call will come for us to take another set of Favours. They will not be with the Seeds, as you all share… but, through Akio… we have hope they will not die, like so many on our conscience…”

“It’s going to be difficult. Fiendishly so…” Rose giggled. “And I’ll likely need your help, Akio. It’ll distract from your duties here, put a strain on you, burden you…”

“There’s no burden I wouldn’t shoulder for you, Rose, nor Lin, nor your sisters…”

“Us too?” Run giggled. “Be still my heart.”

“That is the man he is. He’s not unlike you, Dorte. Fiercely persistent, and dedicated to what he believes in.” Lin sighed. “He can be a coward, yet when it counts his bravery wells forth like an ocean. He may be free with his love for women, but his honour and kindness are boundless as the skies…” Tsurugi nodded firmly at that. “…and he may struggle to see the right thing to do, but… he is wise enough to see that there can be no justice without compassion and forgiveness. I believe Tyr will like him, as he will approve of you, my Chosen.”

Dorte frowned, before nodding once. “Fine. But I am not so easily won over, and let me be clear… I do not respect hypocrisy. If you wish my respect, you need to earn it. However…” she nodded at Shaeula and Eri. “…you are right. It’s only self-serving hubris for me to force my opinions on you. Assuming you have the will and the wisdom to choose your own life. Not everyone does…”

“Oh, I assure you, I do not-not accept what I despise.” Shaeula chortled, and Eri agreed.

“Absolutely. Everyone is strong-willed. Much as it annoys me, I think it’s better to fight and argue, then come to a resolution, than accept things which hurt us or makes us uncomfortable. We have time… so long as we win. Dorte… join the winning team. That goes for all of you! Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Eri fell silent, only a scrap of attention remaining here.

“Nothing beats someone else’s relationship troubles…” Väinö interjected, enjoying the show.

Astrid shook her head, while Carrie smiled at the quip. “You’re a bad man.” she added playfully, and he merely leaned back on his chair, eyeing the metaphorical sparks flying between Dorte and I.

“Hardly. I got dragged all this way by…” Väinö changed what he was going to say as he glanced at the holographic Schwertliete. “…my benefactor, so at least I’ll get a good dinner and great entertainment out of it.”

“Now don’t be like that.” Ekaterini tried to calm the situation. “Dorte, you’ve spoken to some representatives, haven’t you? Now… I think it’s time we hear precisely what our… benefactors… as young Väinö called them, actually want.”

“Fine.” Dorte backed down, and calm prevailed.

“That’s a wonderful idea. As expected of my Chosen, representative of the Great Mother on this world. One of…” Rose corrected cheekily. “…So, let’s be frank. Can I speak, Lin, sisters?” she asked, and they all assented.

“This is your plan now…” Lin added. “…even if Akio is my Chosen.”

“Yes, but our Verr. We share properly.” At Rose’s words, Shaeula wasn’t the only one to snicker playfully.

“So then… I shall be blunt.” Rose declared boldly. “…we called you here to form a unified front, yes, to prevent further deaths among you… but also to appoint Akio as your leader, and our hope for Astral Emperor.”

The room fell silent, and Ekaterini was the one to speak at last, her tone gentle yet firm. “This isn’t what you told me, nor told Astrid, when you visited us, Rossweisse. Why the change in plans? I concede what Akio has achieved is very impressive, but none of us here have been resting on our laurels…”

“I have been, I suppose…” Carrie corrected. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m no slouch, but… America has it’s… downsides.”

“Yes, I suppose it has. Fortunately, their operations in Greece were mostly failures. I had the position to take precautions. Costly though they were…” Ekaterini agreed. “Anyway, as Dorte is no doubt thinking, your judgement is questionable, since you have clearly begun some sort of… very…” her tone was dry now. “…long-distance relationship with Akio. How does that even work?”

“Exactly! It’s a farce. You barely know him, and can’t communicate…” Dorte agreed, her ire taking in Lin too, who shifted, expression a little guilty.

“Oh, I can hardly believe it myself, but when one knows, one knows.” Rose thrust out her chest and stood taller with pride. Though if I’m honest, I did it to myself with the Runes. But even then, it was simply opening myself to you, and you to me. If you were not worth loving, I would have severed the Connection. And now… I don’t believe I need it to feel this way. And I am committed. Like the Fae you have here, I don’t lie or go back on my promises.”

“As for the distance, it saddens us, but… we can be closer than you think. Now then… there is much we cannot tell you…”

“Yet you’ve told him…” Dorte pointed out, and I found myself nodding, as from their perspective, it was a fair point. “…it seems you both have lost your minds…” Her tone was cold.

“Oh, but Akio isn’t a being from a lower world, struggling as its Boundary fails…” Rose smirked back, enjoying Dorte’s frustrations a little too much.

I don’t particularly like being attacked for my relationship choices, any more than you do. Rose’s thought was sly. Though now, I feel closer to you than ever. We’re going through the same inquisition!

“…instead…” Rose continued. “…Akio is a being who has descended from our Pantheon to Earth. Therefore, the only restriction on what knowledge we can provide is what we are willing to share. And what Brúðr would withhold from her Verr?”

The room was silent. Then it was broken by a chuckle from Väinö, and it was as if that was a signal, as Ekaterini swallowed her wine quickly, before glowering at us. “I doubt that Divine Frigga would look kindly on that joke, or you lying to us, who have tried to carry out your will, with wisdom and compassion.”

“Oh, but the Great Mother also blesses marriage. I would have her in attendance at my Brúðhlaup.” Rose chuckled. “Though no doubt Akio is more invested in after.”

“Less of the jokes. I have done my research, and I’m surely not alone in that.” Ekaterini narrowed her eyes, no longer the kind grandmother, now a Chosen and stern politician, out for her own interests and those of her country. “It’s clear that Akio is an ordinary Japanese man. Even his WTV biography says so…”

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of the Compacts. Or rather, the terror, at least that was the case.” Rose insisted. “We only have to go by the strict letter of it, not the intent behind it. And Akio is indeed from the World Tree, even if for but a short time. So… I can let him speak the truths you cannot hear, for… he is not bound, as he is also from this world.”

“Seems like you can both eat and save the cake…” Väinö nodded. “…I’m curious then. We don’t count?”

“No.” Schwertliete answered him, her tone clipped. “You were only present via your spirits, unable to handle the strain of such a long separation from your Material forms. Hence why your memories are rather incomplete….”

“I’d say blacker than the night out in the mountains.” His answer was playful. “I barely remembered you until you came calling those few days ago.”

“So, Akio did things differently, did he?” Carrie asked. “Looks like Director White’s right to fear you.” She leaned back in her chair as if unaffected by everything discussed here, and Helmwige watched her, a trace embarrassed, I felt.

Now then… here’s what I wish to impart. Though… I’m a little ashamed… Rose then revealed a slew of information I had only guessed at, and my eyes widened. While that was happening, Shaeula’s image grinned at Ekaterini.

“I am not-not pleased at your sudden hostility. It is a great-great thing to be under Akio’s protection. Sheltering under a great Tree…” She winked at the silent Asha. “…Now, I did-did hear you have injuries. Let me attend to those…” Her Mystic Eyes glowed, and I felt a strain on my Connections with her, but Shaeula used Lovers’ Link to stabilise the effect, not merely Wisdom World. “…ah yes, nasty. But no-no match for us! Akio, allow me to draw on your reserves. That way, this female will not-not have the shame of you seeing her wounds. I can manage, even with my Skills.”

Aether surged, and the Chosen momentarily took up defensive positions, before realising it was indeed no attack. In a similar fashion to the sharing of lunar Chakras through Connection, Shaeula drew upon the Path, clumsily, and mostly through me, but managed to connect her Ether Healing that way. Ekaterini shivered, her olive skin suddenly pale, gasping, her lips a narrow line as she resisted the ache, then, when Shaeula’s phantasm here triumphantly grinned, she gingerly moved her body.

“That… the old injuries… they’re gone.” Ekaterini declared.

“Of course they are.” Shaeula scoffed. “But I only did it for Akio’s sake, not-not for yours. So listen respectfully. All the Valkyries do, and even some-some Goddesses yes.”

“I saw the Queen talk about Taṇhā…” Astrid nodded. “A bold move. And an interesting Goddess, if Wikipedia should be believed. Though I’m not sure it should. But then, Divine Frigga seems to be depicted at least somewhat properly. It confuses me as to how…”

“You and me both…” I murmured, before Hyacinth broke in.

“Fooolish. Not just mistress Taṇhā, but Akio has faced dooown other Goddesses and wrung agreements from them. The Norns, yooou call them, yes?”

Dorte blinked at that, unbelieving, and I decided it was time, though… I’m shocked. It’s what I was thinking, honestly, but to have it spelled out…

“The reason we were all tasked to defeat all others to become Astral Emperor is because of the Conqueror Class. You might not understand that…”

“I think I do…” Ekaterini mused. “…on defeating the core of an opponent’s world there, we grow stronger.”

“Exactly. If you destroy a fellow Chosen’s Territory Anchor, and you have enough strength, you not only rip free their Favour, but you also gain another power. It’s hard to explain…”

Väinö shrugged. “Not so hard. We’re not fools. Calling it a Class makes it seem like a game, but… if I take it as you intended, then it’s easy enough to grasp. So, what does this Class do?”

“It’s to raise our League. The very strength of our existence. It’s the surest way. And only with sufficient League can one hope to become Astral Emperor. Trying it without is futile and dangerous, apparently….”

“That makes sense. Like levelling up in a game. You can’t beat the final boss if you don’t have the levels.” he nodded. “So, you’re probably already ahead of the game…”

“Oh, Akio’s already at the point he’s struggling…” Rose proudly declared. “…his League needs to be properly integrated. But yes, Akio has the minimum personal strength to try, though right now, it wouldn’t go well…” Rose’s warning was something I didn’t need. That’s obvious. My Vessel needs to accommodate all I am stably before I try something so stressful and even if I was stupid enough, my Territory isn’t nearly ready…

“…but what matters is, Akio has developed something truly special. That we cannot speak of, but…”

“I can. I have a Path. It’s a unique… way of connecting with the wider world, I guess?” I shrugged. “There are multitudes of Paths, sure, but… each one is singular, and… depending on what I do with it, the potential is limitless.”

“It makes sense, Dorte…” Lin insisted. “…Akio is clearly the best choice to lead. We placed our hopes in you all, and we are grateful yet also deeply sorry we had to risk you all so. Twelve of your brothers and sisters have fallen, and I pray one day they see Valhalla… but in this strange world, Akio has proved he has the drive and the valour to succeed. All we ask is that you all give him the chance he deserves.”

Lin then bowed, as did Rose. Helmwige and even Schwertliete nodded, while Run flitted about, showing her excitement, taciturn Grimgerde clenched her fists, Waltraute flourished her whip, staring at me wickedly…

“I… want to hear more, before making a decision.” Dorte spoke at last. “It still seems woefully reckless to me, and I find your love for him a serious concern. Why, it’s almost as if his gift is brainwashing or enslaving women…”

“If I was here nooow, not merely this image of light and sooound, you would regret that.” Hyacinth’s hologram narrowed her eyes balefully. “If you knew just what Akio has done for Hyacinth, for all of us, you would not slander him sooo.”

“Exactly.” Shaeula’s teasing smile had vanished. “I am not-not so pleasant I would ignore such an insult. We shall talk soon, yes-yes we shall.”

Eri’s claws lengthened too, despite her split attention, she had obviously heard. My sis wisely kept silent, and Asha was the one to try and bring a little calm. “Akio saved my life from certain, miserable, worthless death, my wicked deeds in pursuit of survival rendered meaningless. He gives me love and affection and will make the world my daughters shall inhabit a wonderful place, full of life and nature. To call it enslaving is to deny all I am, we are.”

“Sorry, but you don’t watch enough television…” Eri spoke now, her tone acidic. “…WTV runs some wonderful documentaries on each of us. Though I haven’t seen mine, because compared to everyone else’s love story, I’m ordinary and pathetic…”

“Hardly.” I insisted. “You fought to what you thought would be your death to save the trainees. You’ve never held back, even when outclassed. In fact…” I smiled at Dorte, though it was lacking warmth, as she could criticise me, sure, but not deny everything the girls had sacrificed, everything they’d achieved, by taking their agency. “…Eri’s probably more worthy of Tyr’s Favour than I am.”

“Instead though, she is the night, Nyx, yes?” Ekaterini added, after having listened carefully. “Dorte, please… we should not throw accusations around. I am sure Akio will address your disquiet, if he plans to become a leader?”

“Of course.” I promised.

“Before that then…” Rose’s Runes were draining her, so with another swift set, she dismissed the Wisdom World, instead, only keeping her own, Lin’s, Schwertliete’s and Helmwige’s holographic selves manifested.

How mean, Rose… Run grumbled, back as her mini self in Wisdom World.

You can watch from there anyway… Rose shot back, fatigued. Meanwhile, back in the room, she smiled. “…we would hate to interrupt your dinner. By all means, go ahead and eat. And we shall talk, and listen, and this great meeting of our Chosen, unprecedented an event as it is, shall shape the world!”

Shape the world, you say? I’d be glad if I get out of it without getting stabbed. But… yes, we can talk this out. I’ve done it before, and I’ll have to do it again…

***

After an amusing scene where the waitresses bringing in our main courses had frozen, confused by the appearance of the four Valkyries, we’d settled down to eat, and the mood, which had grown tense after Dorte’s and Ekaterini’s probing, started to relax, helped along by the fact that the Valkyries were feasting too, though their food was obviously back with their real bodies.

“It’s simple…” Rose answered, when Väinö had asked her why they were having a meal as well. “…I’m considering this a meal with my Verr, showing him off to my dear Chosen, and those of my sisters. Isn’t it natural to eat with one’s husband?”

“You’ve got it bad, girl…” Väinö grinned, the whole situation rather amusing him. “Damn, I guess I stand in awe of your talents.” He then nodded at me. “Seducing not just the Valkyrie who came for you, but her older sister too.” He then glanced at Schwertliete. “I bet you’d have steered clear if…” he fell silent at her sudden pressure, the strain on my Connection spiking up.

“Best shut your mouth, Väinö.” Carrie giggled, even as she worked her knife and fork through the medium-rare steak on her plate. “If looks could kill… no, I suppose they can… anyway, you’ve pissed her off…”

“My sister is as stormy as the seas themselves, Carrie.” Helmwige sighed. “But enough talk of the romance of our sisters. It has caused us no end of trouble, why…” Pulling out her Lyre, the wind elemental energies transmitting her voice began to replicate music, as she began a tale of the brave way I’d faced down the Norns, and the wager, though some was rather embellished, and other points she couldn’t talk about skipped. As she concluded, everyone, me included, applauded, and Carrie nodded.

“I’m making a song of that. So…” she gazed at her patron Valkyrie knowingly. “…how did that make you feel? Did your heart flutter?”

“A true skald never colours the tale with her own biases…” the purple-haired Valkyrie insisted primly. “But I trust you see why we all agreed?”

“Hard not to…” Astrid agreed. “Facing down Goddesses themselves, and winning their trials…”

“As it happens, I think they wanted me to win…” I demurred, and Astrid shook her head.

“But you are only guessing that, and even if you’re correct, you didn’t know that. I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m convinced.”

“The benefits are obvious…” Ekaterini agreed. “…I do want Greece to enter into the same alliance as Britain and Japan share. Also, it would be useful to spread some… appropriate and entertaining messaging… after all…” She nodded knowingly at Helmwige. “…your point was well made. In stories of heroic deeds, in romantic tales that stir the heart, and cautionary warnings that fuel our fears, we find answers our logical minds can’t accept. I believe WTV is also running a series on Japanese mythological figures. Expanding that to Nordic ones, and also Greeks… it would be useful.”

“The World Mountain is not an ally, but we share common ground more often than not.” Lin nodded slowly. “Though we have less commerce with the Eight Million Invitations or the Six Paths, but again, we are not foes, just… competitors. Currently, such competition is folly, however…”

“That reminds me…” Väinö had been thinking about something. “…this Astral Emperor thing, I get it, we have to beat the planet into submission by the sound of it…” I winced at his inelegant phrasing, and he punctuated his point by summoning his translucent, watery tentacles and waving them around. “…but even our golden boy here…” He’d heard enough of my deeds from Rose and Lin as we ate to start mocking me playfully. I think this guy would get along just fine with David… “…is far weaker than you all? So why don’t you just come down and seize a world yourselves?”

“It is far from that easy.” Lin explained sadly. “No Astral Emperor ever speaks of their victory, and no failure of their defeat, if they survive and are even capable of it, yet…” She glanced at me and gave me the reason mentally, so I could share it.

“…it seems that while it’s not a hard rule, as certainly, worlds have been claimed by outsiders, the success rate is significantly higher by those from the world to be claimed, though nobody knows precisely why. And it’s not something that can be overcome by already having a world. Few would risk trying to claim a second world, as… apparently the difficultly seems horrendous, and who’d risk what power they had for more at such poor odds?”

Hmm, second Boundary worlds are considered unclaimable, and second worlds are extremely difficult to successfully capture, even by someone as powerful as an Astral Emperor themselves… there’s definitely a pattern here everyone’s not seeing. I can sort of see a shape, but… it’s like looking through fog…

“No kidding. Though I bet some fools do try.” Väinö shrugged. By now he’d emptied a bottle of vodka all by himself, yet due to his strong constitution and doubtless high stats, he was barely tipsy. “It’s like blackjack, yeah? When you win big, lifechanging money. Most would walk away. But some always like to gamble, and lightning doesn’t usually strike twice…”

“Just content yourself with supporting Akio to victory.” Rose insisted. “If you do so, while you won’t be Astral Emperors, my dear Verr won’t mistreat any of you, and having a strong Territory and a connection to the Astral Emperor… your futures will be bright.”

“So, you have no intention of joining the World Tree, despite receiving such support?” Dorte asked, though it seemed an honest question, even if she was still quite grumpy.

“Allied? Absolutely. But simply joining them, or the Six Paths, or anyone else? Not until we have a proper understanding of what’s going on up there. I trust Rose and Lin. Their sisters too…” I added, not wishing to leave Schwertliete and Helmwige out. “…and my gratitude is deep, and I’ll repay it tenfold…”

“You already have…” Rose winked, tapping her eye and where Lin had absorbed her seed and my Foehn. “…and as Verr and Brúðr, what’s yours is mine, and mine yours…”

Dorte snorted at that but listened to my explanation.

“…but while it’s hard to go it alone, we don’t get anywhere following the paths that lead to the usual failures. We need to walk a new one, our own one.”

“And it’s that boldness which has led him so far…” Rose chuckled.

“Yeah, well, I’d say I’m not following a weakling, but even if your feats are exaggerated, I can tell you’re no pushover. So spill it, what’s your Favour then, man?” Väinö leaned forward eagerly. “My water control allows me to create great tentacles which can crush tanks and slice through battleships… or so I’d guess. Not had to try, yet, but the monsters who call the otherland of Finland home all get wrecked, trust me!”

“I’m able to control the wind and both attack and enhance myself and those who hear my songs…” Carrie added. “…so honestly, I’m not the best alone… so I’ve had to work with some of the other Americans, I’m not really free to do my own thing, or at least I wasn’t…”

As their expectant expressions started to sting, I shrugged. “Uh, I haven’t unlocked my Favour yet, so I don’t know.”

“Oh sure, Ja lehmät lentää, man.” At our confusion, he pointed to the window. “I’m sure I saw a flying cow out there. I mean, I bet you took the harder path… I didn’t, so I can see why you outmatch me, even if I’m plenty strong, but you’re getting nowhere without your Favour.”

“It is true. I took the harder way too…” Ekaterini agreed. “…but then, Divine Frigga’s gift was not so suitable for direct combat. I awakened it rather quickly. The clairvoyance I possess also gives me an edge in battle, though how, I shall not disclose.”

“I didn’t take the harder way either, Carrie, Väinö.” Astrid added. “As for what I can do… I can give birth to automatons of mud and roots… no, not that way, Väinö, have some respect for your elders!” She blushed charmingly, and I found myself chuckling.

“I thought, like our old Greek granny here, you weren’t old?” Väinö retorted, and after a little bickering, everyone fell silent, before Lin spoke up.

“Most who chose the harder way are dead. Even those who took the Favour directly perished. The contest, the... Kodoku, as Akio calls it, poisonous insects trapped in a jar, feasting until only one bloated, lethal insect is left, is deadly… but Akio…” her expression was solemn. “…I feel guilt. I supported as best I could, but in terms of harder paths, Akio walked the hardest. He took almost nothing…”

“And you still got to where you are?” Väinö was impressed, waving his tentacles for emphasis. “I don’t mind falling in behind someone who can make something from nothing.”

“I didn’t do it alone. I’d almost certainly be as dead as Egil and the others, if I didn’t have a fortuitous meeting with Shaeula, and then many others…”

“Yes, but… mercy stayed your hand there.” Lin added. “And compassion, bravery, sacrifice… each opportunity you won through struggle and honour. Tyr would be proud, not that we dare approach him…”

“Else we’ll have to talk about what we did…” Rose chuckled.  “…it’s bad enough that the Divine Norns know, but at least they promised to hold Akio to his word and give him the chance. Proud Sigrún is a more pressing obstacle… yet…” She glanced at Lin, her pearlescent eyes glowing with profound light. “…you didn’t have high hopes for your future husband, did you, littlest sister Lin?”

“No.” Lin’s expression was bitter. “Dorte, I felt you had greater potential, and you also took the harder path. Not… as hard, yet… you overcame it with dignity and bravery, and now…”

Dorte clenched her right arm. “Yes. I can give up a portion of what I gain for the power to endure loss and to capture and bind my opponents, rendering them helpless. It was far from easy, I believed I would die many times, but… I’m stubborn.” Her cold blue gaze took me, Rose and Lin in, while Tsurugi, who had fallen asleep after eating, slept on my lap. “…but I’m also fair. I’ve listened, and… I think I understand.”

“Oh?” I asked, and she nodded.

“They expected us all to fail. Even with these Seeds, which have clearly given us greater power than we should have expected. And yet you defied those expectations. While we all have, the world is still dangerous, and…”

“I think if you and yours had not drawn the attention of the followers of the Church, more would have been sent against us and others. Perhaps I might not have survived…” Ekaterini suggested.

“I would have…” Väinö boasted. “…I’m sure I would. Near water, I’m unstoppable, and in Finland, you’re never far from a lake or the sea. But then… that probably wouldn’t get me to Astral Emperor, would it?”

 “No.” Lin agreed. “So yes, I persuaded my sisters to take the Fruit and strip out the Seeds for you all. But I never expected that he who I thought was stony soil would bear his own fruit so magnificently… yes, Dorte, I felt saved, from my shattering heart. Though that you live, that the six of you still endure… please, none of you perish. Make our choice worth it.” She bowed, and Dorte’s expression changed to one of troubled regret.

“I can hardly promise that. The seas are dangerous, the land… more so, it seems. And yes, I took the harder path, but… I was capable of fighting the creatures of the shallows and grew stronger. You…”

“Guilty as charged. I nearly got killed by a damn zombie with a knife, then again by some of Shaeula’s weaselkin, then again by Shaeula… after that, it was a struggle. Don’t get me wrong, what you gave me, Lin, was enough to grow stronger with… information cheats are legendary for a reason, but what I didn’t have was time. Kondou Kazuo was expanding too quickly. No, if left to my own devices, I’d have eventually created a Chakra network that fully functioned, and probably even attained some elements, though my power would be a far cry from what I have now. But that’s the problem with this Kodoku. The slow end up as food for the swift. Even so, you weren’t wrong, and I chose. Like an idiot, but… a lot of my choices have been made like that.” I smiled self-deprecatingly. “But every choice led to this place. And now…” I held out my hand to Dorte. “…I don’t want Lin to weep for you, Dorte. So join me, and together, let us make her proud.”

After a long moment of consideration, Dorte took my hand. “I still have concerns…”

“Which I’ll address. We’ll address…” I promised.

“…but I suppose a husband not wishing his wife to suffer is laudable.” She shook even as Lin’s image reddened slightly.

Väinö grabbed our hands next, grinning. “I’m in! Though I’ll still need to you show me what you’ve got, even if you don’t know what your Favour is…”

“I’m not sure what help I can be, as I’m going home to my family…” Carrie added, but after we shook, I explained about the plans to establish Ring Gates, so we could come and go and defend each other easily, and then she chortled, impressed. “Director White best not find out…”

“I will set aside suitable land in Greece, once relevant treaties have been worked out.” Ekaterini shook, and lastly, Astrid took my hand.

“I’m not as important as Ekaterini, but…” she glanced at Rose. “…I’ll do my duty, for Divine Frigga, and for your wife. I want a wedding invitation though, for me and my whole family…”

“I’m sure when we finally meet in person…” Rose blushed too, making a perfect pair with Lin, while Schwertliete snorted and Helmwige played a gentle accompaniment.

“This day shall be one for the history books. Perhaps Arisu Arisugawa should make a documentary on it…” Ekaterini suggested, half in jest.

“If I give her more work, she’ll kill me…”

“Oh, something else should be recorded about this day.” Rose giggled. “If you will all accompany us to the Boundary?”

“Is that wise?” Dorte asked. “Leaving our bodies unattended, even here in such a place…”

“Akio can be present in both worlds at once.” Lin explained, and that perplexed them.

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t take advantage.” I insisted, and Dorte snorted.

“You had better not, else I’ll show you what your senior can do. You Japanese are all about respecting your senpais, yes?”

“It was only like a day, but sure.” I materialised in the Boundary and stepped outside, the projections of the Valkyries, fuelled by Runes, following. One by one the others appeared too, and joined me, only to look up, as Rose pointed.

“Ordinarily, we’re not supposed to do this.”

“Yes. And it would not even be possible anyway.” Lin added. “The distance, the swirling tides of the Astral, the fact that planets move… but we have an anchor, and more than that, a strand to follow… like the spider thread the Eight Million Invitations speak of.” I felt Lovers’ Link between Lin and I swell, and as Lin turned to Dorte, her face was apologetic. “I do feel shame, that I chose my heart over duty, but… I trust that decision to be the correct one. Because Akio promised me he would put an end to the pain…”

“What’s up there?” Väinö squinted. Indeed, the usually dark, aurorae-streaked skies were shimmering, a faint silver streak visible, and growing rapidly.

Lin ignored it, even as she addressed Dorte earnestly. “…so, just as Tyr gave up his hand… I will give up my pride, and…” Her lips locked with mine. It was just an illusion, but I saw Rose’s hand weaving small Runes, helping Lin replicate the soft and wet sensation of a kiss. “…unlike Tyr, I shall be the one in chains. For that is what a Connection of…” …the heart is. Is that not true, my Verr?

Lin’s voice echoed, and this time I didn’t believe it was through Wisdom World or Rose’s aid.

You beat me to it, to a genuine Rank Eleven… Rose tapped her Eye playfully, even as she gazed up at what was now a silver smudge on the skies, growing rapidly. …but have no doubts, I hate to be left behind. And I won’t be. Now then…

As Dorte watched Lin’s hologram and me kiss, the skies suddenly erupted in a surge of silver lightning, a crack momentarily forming above, rainbow snow falling over London, the Ether density spiking for a moment, and then an object came falling from the sky, trailing etheric fire.

“Now then… Isa! Be slowed!” Rose wove a Rune, and the falling object’s velocity was reduced significantly. It was still coming down fast, but as she wove a second Rune, Raido, it changed course and then slammed into the ground beside Lin and I as we embraced. Dust and dirt were thrown up in a massive mushroom cloud, and in the Boundary around us, the large structure of the Ritz and the surrounding terrain were shattered.

“Voi paska! A meteorite, here?” Väinö cursed, and Dorte shook her head.

“No. This is clearly from up above… why else would they bring us here at this time?”

“Why yes…” Rose chuckled. “…and what wonderful timing, as our littlest sister was finally able to release the guilt holding her back. Thank you for accepting her selfishness, mine too, young woman. Now then… Isa!” Another rune, and ice surrounded the boiling crater, steam rising as it melted, but soon the object was cool enough to touch, and with another rune, Ehwaz, it lifted free, revealing…

Huh… it’s a treasure chest, maybe? A wooden box the size one would see in a pirate movie appeared. It floated through the air, then dropped down beside me.

“It is rather late for your Christmas, and too early for your birthday, but on behalf of Lin, me, and our seven sisters, as well as the Divine Norns… you’re most welcome…” Rose stuck out her tongue impishly. “…consider it thanks for helping our stubborn little sister to find purpose, and… for our futures together, long though they shall be!”

As Lin’s image stepped away from me, I bent down and lifted the box. Heavy… Seeing eager eyes around me, and even more curiosity in Wisdom World, I reached for the lock. All right, let’s see just what the Valkyries have managed to send down, scamming the Compacts and bypassing the Ninth Heaven’s watch…

As the lid flipped open, everyone crowded around in wonder, while overhead, colourful aurorae and lightning raged, while more prismatic snow fell around us, melting away as it touched us…