All Chapters of Auden’s Blessing: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sif looked down when she heard the voice. After a long pause, she finally jumped off the dragon’s back. Seeing this, Gulveig immediately tried to stop her, but she waved her off, gripping several vials of restraining solution in both hands as she moved downward slowly and cautiously.However, the moment she stood fully before us and our guarded gazes met, I suddenly realized something I had been overlooking all along: her hair was blonde, and her appearance was no different from that of the gods before the world’s rebirth. More importantly, she was with the Vanir.“Ina…?” Sif frowned, then glanced at Yansa beside me, whose expression was complicated. “You… actually went back to the Aesir tribe.”She was dressed in a snow-white alchemist’s gown. Paired with her radiant golden hair, she looked utterly out of place in the dark and somber Aesir realm.“I belong here—and so do you. Have you forgotten that you are a native goddess of Asgard?”She let out a cold laugh, her crimson lips curvi

I turned back to look at him. Though the tenderness of the previous night had been nothing more than drunken murmurs, it had truly existed. I could still feel the vulnerability in his embrace. But all of that vanished with the new day; the man standing before me was once again the indomitable figure he had always been.“I’m truly sorry about last night. Can I make it up to you?”He seemed to have forgotten how irresponsible his actions had been. He was about to marry Lind, and yet he could so easily leave his seed in another woman. If I were to become pregnant, what then? Even his apology now carried an air of arrogance. Unable to bear it any longer, I repeated flatly:“Make it up to me?” I slapped him hard across the face. “This is your compensation.”He wiped his cheek, paused for a moment, and then suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed me.The emotions I had suppressed for so long finally broke free. Tears burst from my eyes without warning. I pounded my fists against his che

It had been more than ten days since I moved into the Golden Palace, yet the number of times I had actually seen Odin could be counted on one hand. I had long heard that, since the war began, all twelve temples had been overwhelmed with work, but I had never known what time Odin went to sleep—because every night, when I went to bed, the lights in his office were still on.Even so, the quality of life in the Golden Palace was beyond reproach. Meals were delivered three times a day by lines of attendants, so punctual that the margin of error could be measured in seconds. In over ten days, not a single dish had been repeated. At lunch, aside from the steaming, fragrant fresh soup, there would always be a glass of freshly squeezed juice kept at a constant 25°C—each meal a different variety. The only constant was a cup of Hydrun milk every morning and evening.Whenever I returned from outside, a demon warder would already be waiting with carefully refined Uda spring water at a constant 25°

Vanaheim—the place that was nearly buried under a thousand years of memory—has once again come into view. And yet, the city that was once merely sunlit and exquisitely built has changed so much that I can hardly recognize it.The Hœnir Palace rises like a tower of gold into the sky, while the buildings below are gradually dyed in golden hues under the rising sun. Massive whales and flying wyverns drift through this vast capital, reduced to the scale of slow-crawling insects. The clouds are thinned by the wind, and through the pale mist above the palace, three statues emerge: the sun god in priestly robes, the fire god holding a magic orb with flowing garments, and at the center, the god of light raising a divine sword.In the labyrinthine streets, a mixed crowd of different races bustles with life. I tie my hair into a ponytail, sling my bag over my shoulder, and rush into a small shop along the busy street. The craftsmen and their assistants inside all pause their work, looking at me

At some point, heavy clouds had pressed the sky unbearably low, like a crumbling wall on the verge of collapse. The occasional falling snowflakes were like dust from that wall—sparse and fine—whipped up by the freezing wind, almost tearing at the skin of my face.Lind’s expression was dark, a green light flickering in her eyes, like a lone spirit risen from a wilderness grave.After meeting her gaze for a moment, I said, “Don’t you think everything you’re doing is ridiculous?”She didn’t reply, but the green in her eyes deepened. The raging wind tangled her hair and tore up the withered grass on the ground, fragile blades ripped from their roots, shattering in midair and dissolving into the snow.“Lind, no matter who the child’s father is, what you’re doing won’t do him any good in the future.”“…So, you heard everything.”“Of course I did.”“Sister, you really are just like your mother—crude, brainless, always pretending. No wonder you can never keep a man. And your damned father lef