You and me under the world tree

If it really comes from the heart...

Thinking of this, Nanna suddenly felt a little pain in her head.

"Marriage is a major event. Although it is a level of interest for the royal family, if this level of interest must rely on marriage to maintain, then this marriage must last."

So what does it mean to have a long marriage?

That is naturally a harmonious relationship.

How to live in harmony?

"Think carefully, Nanna, can you bear this kind of thing?"

Bear?

endure what?

Nanna didn't even think about it when she heard this, because she really hated this kind of thing.

In the entire atrium world and even the entire Nine Realms, marriage is sacred.

Ordinary people's marriages will be protected by the Queen of Heaven. If there is any betrayal between husband and wife, the other party will be cast aside.

Not only that, Tianhou will even personally punish those who still don't love themselves after marriage.

Of course, this is the traditional saying, but this rule is another matter for those kings and nobles.

After all, marriages between nobles have always been tinged with interests. Regardless of men and women, there are not a few people who have colorful flags fluttering outside and red flags at home.

But others are others, and those so-called people who have seen the reality are one thing, but Nanna obviously has her own requirements.

"When I was an old man, I must have been abandoned." Finally, Nanna laughed at herself.

Of course, this is in fact her own corner. After all, it is still a long time before she is old. As a young princess, she still has a lot of time.

After all, there are quite a few people who develop relationships after marriage.

Griple, however, would not point to that.

Not because of anything else, just because of Breda's identity: a god.

He knows this, but this identity cannot be asserted, because it is inevitable that some people will have unrealistic fantasies.

Griple knew the virtues of those gods, and the promise of marriage was a joke to them, so allowing Nanna to fantasize would be to push her into the fire pit.

Griple couldn't do this kind of thing, and his purpose was to bring Nanna out of this pit.

That's why there is such a layout and planning.

"I can't bear it, so I can't accept this marriage." Finally, she said, "I will continue to stay here, and I will wait for Hilda to come back."

Became...

After hearing what Nanna said, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Gripal's mouth.

"I think Hilda will be very happy to hear your answer."

For Griple, this answer from Nanna was all he needed.

Because as long as she made her own decision, he could temporarily stop the marriage.

Only in this way can the next layout be continued.

Chapter 99: Night War 20

In fact, there are not many problems with the so-called incident between Mr. Breda and His Royal Highness Nanna.

And it comes down to one problem: race.

After all, the human marriage relationship is established on the basis of equal racial status, because even if the two parties are somewhat different in terms of status, they are at least the same in terms of other status.

But gods are special.

It was one thing for Breda to like Nanna, but quite another for his attitude towards humans.

You can't expect someone who grew up in that group atmosphere to have other good thoughts - maybe, but it's a fool's errand to hope for.

Although the gods would never declare this in front of humans, Gripal knew that humans were nothing more than ants to the gods.

Created by God and ruled by God, this status is even lower than that of the slave class in Midgard.

And slaves are naturally enslaved.

Some of them were defeated captives, some came from other races, but in the atrium world, most of the slaves were still humans.

Some of these people are gladiators for entertainment in the arena, and some work in all walks of life.

They seem to be no different from ordinary people. They get up early and work late every day, but they do not have their own personal freedom.

Ordinary people are paid for their work, even the maids who work in the homes of princes and nobles or others are paid.

However, slaves did not.

They belong to the master's private property, and of course the physical and mental freedom belong to the master.

Even if they go to work somewhere else, the remuneration they get from other places does not belong to them.

Does it sound a bit similar to one of the previously described occupations?

Yes, the shield girls who belong to the royal family and heroes actually belong to the slave class, and they belong to the royal family that raised them physically and mentally.

However, due to the detached status of the royal family and the heroes themselves, the status of the shield maidens working in the palace is also theoretically extremely high.

However, this status is only relative to civilians.

A slave is a slave and nothing will change about that.

In the tradition of Midgard, although the marriage between husband and wife does not tolerate betrayal, it does allow the existence of slaves.

As long as the master permits or orders, the slave must bear the lust that the master vents.

Well, of course, if it arouses the jealousy of the master, then be prepared to die.

Slaves have no human rights, just like goods, the master has the right to smash everything in his house, and of course he has the right to kill slaves at will.

The relationship between gods and humans is generally similar, but slave owners generally don't kill slaves because of a little 'trivial'.

In order not to arouse the anger of the same enemy, they generally find a reason, and this reason is the 'rule'.

Slave owners will make rules for slaves. After all, people prefer to obey certain customary rules than a specific character.

The same is true of gods and people.

Although Nanna didn't know this, Griple understood that Breda was just a habit of life.

However, what is the promise of the gods to human beings?

Whenever he thought of certain things, Gripal couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

For the old king who is almost calm now, there are very few things that can arouse his anger, but things related to his wife are his eternal pain.

Even, if he hadn't been old, the tide of anger that hit him like a tsunami and completely swallowed him could make him lose his mind.

His sanity faltered like a grasshopper in a storm.

But in the end, he persisted.

"call……"

His Majesty the King in the study held the armrests of the wooden chair tightly with both hands, and he finally calmed down completely.

At the same time, the maid outside the door also knocked on the door.

"His Majesty."

"come in."

Then, the door opened slowly, and the maid walked in slowly.

She first looked up at the place where His Majesty the King was, and then quickly lowered her head.

Because she could tell that His Majesty the King was not in a good mood at the moment.

Although Gripal's usual attitude is very gentle, he is a person who has experienced war after all.

When he was angry, the kind of power exuded from all over his body even made the little maid unable to lift her head.

"Your Majesty..." Finally, she whispered, "Her Highness Nanna has fallen asleep."

"are you asleep?"

After hearing what his maid said, Griple couldn't help being taken aback.

But at this moment, he subconsciously turned his gaze out of the window, only to find that the sky outside was extremely dark at this time, and the sun had already set for a long time.

Thinking about it this way, he seemed to have been sitting quietly in the study for a long time, about four or five hours.

"Didn't she say she was having dinner?"

After all, Gripal would not vent the anger lingering in his mind on other people, so in the end, he returned to the gentle attitude familiar to those around him.

After that, some timid maids finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that she has become bolder, it's just that after His Majesty returned to the gentle elder attitude she was familiar with, she felt that she could speak more fluently.

"She asked us to get some dessert and snacks, and she didn't say we were going to have dinner."

When she said this, the little maid couldn't help but paused, and then showed a somewhat sympathetic expression.

"It looks like it was hit hard."

In fact, before that, she and some other maids were quite envious of Her Royal Highness Princess Nanna.

After all, Mr. Breda, who claims to be his fiancé, is extremely handsome and has a very elegant conversation.

For these maids who often work in the palace and have limited contact with men, the handsome and elegant Breda undoubtedly has a fatal appeal.

His every move exudes an eye-catching gentle temperament, like a warm glow.

However, there is a difference between humans and animals after all.

His pure natural temperament really makes people feel good about him, even well-trained shield girls will blush and heartbeat when they see him.

But good feelings belong to good feelings, they were also influenced by the atrium education.

For such women, Breda's behavior is also unacceptable, because it means that he himself is not a person worthy of entrustment.

"It's okay, let her realize it clearly, after all, marriage is a lifelong event." Gripal said, and he tapped his fingers on the table slowly.

Amidst the rhythmic tapping, the maid gradually relaxed.

Quietly, her previous tension disappeared.

"How is Monsieur Breda?"

"He seems very drunk and has fallen asleep now."

After all, the maid who came to report was a little young, not even an adult, so when she said this, her face turned red.

After all, Mr. Breda made a lot of noise before, and the heavy breathing could be heard through the wall, and at the same time, there was the coquettish moan of the maid who worked with her.

"And what about the others?"

"Ok?"

"How many times did he get on?"

For a little girl, King Griple's question was really irritating, and she didn't slow down for a while, until finally, she took a deep breath.

"20..."

"Are they still strong?"

"Taking supplements and medication and now panting."

"Let them come here, I'll give them a check."

"???"

After all, this maid was too young, and she didn't realize what His Majesty the King was saying for a while, but at this time, His Majesty the King had already got up from the chair.

"I'll go there myself."

"His Majesty?"

"You are all my handmaidens, the 'Daughters of the Shield' of Iceland, and I need you to be healthy at all times."