You and me under the world tree

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"Phew." After waking up from a short sleep at night, Griple began to wash up.

For a wizard like him, there is no need for the maid to do anything at all, and hot water for washing his face and hands appears with just a few spells.

Toothbrushes made of tooth powder and bristles are in the room.

He used to be an adventurer who went out and traveled, and this habit of doing it himself has always been retained.

Even when he became king, he rarely asked others to serve him.

What he likes most is dressing and washing with his wife after getting up every morning, and then looking at each other for a long time, until the maids at the door remind him of this and remind him that as a king, he should do something, then he will take action .

The layout of the room had remained unchanged all this time, which sometimes even gave him the feeling that his wife was still alive.

But thinking about it carefully, his wife has been gone for 20 years, and the girl Hirudana is also 20 years old.

So it can't help but seem a little deserted here.

"Your Majesty the King!"

Finally, along with the sound of knocking on the door, the maid's voice came from the door.

And from the sound of her voice, she seemed quite impatient.

But in fact, there is probably only one reason why the maids are so anxious.

"Don't worry, is Mr. Breda awake?"

Then, Griple's light words made the maid who had something to say inevitably get stuck in her throat.

"right……"

All the situations that wanted to repay were turned into such a word in the end. God knows how uncomfortable this maid who quickly sorted out her words was.

"Mr. Breda is awake."

"Well, don't worry about this aspect, you go and prepare breakfast first."

"understood."

Under the king's order, the maids began to work in an orderly manner.

At the same time, Breda, who was lying soundly asleep on the bed, finally opened his eyes.

In fact, at this moment, his own consciousness was also drowsy. After panting subconsciously for a while, his drowsy brain regained a little sobriety.

what happened……

The moment he woke up, he couldn't help but start to look around.

Originally, he subconsciously thought that his surroundings were the environment inside the Guangming Palace that he was familiar with, but when he took a closer look, he found that this was not the case.

This is completely an environment where mortals live, and it doesn't have the kind of glow that the Bright Palace has. Because the sun hasn't fully risen, everything here looks extremely dark.

But Mr. Breda didn't have the time to think about it at this moment. He just closed his eyes, used his dull brain to think carefully and rummaged through his memory.

He still remembered what he did, and he really met his beloved Princess Nanna.

But later, he took advantage of the opportunity to eat together in this palace. After all, he was not afraid of any attack, neither assassination nor poison.

However, he ended up having a little accident.

"I am drunk?"

Finally, Mr. Breda woke up and started to question himself.

"Why am I drunk?"

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When thinking of this moment, the drunkenness still lingering in Breda's mind quickly disappeared, replaced by a natural vigilance.

His mother often warned him about the dangers outside, so he was alert when he came to the atrium world.

Although nothing can invade his body, no weapon can penetrate his skin, no harmful thing can cause him any harm.

However, he still retains the most basic vigilance.

Because he believed what his mother said, even if he came to this atrium world, he would rarely sleep so dead like before.

As for getting drunk or something, that's even more impossible.

On the one hand, it is because Breda always controls the amount of drinking-he will judge the quality of the wine based on the performance of the people around him, and further control the intake.

On the other hand, it is because the wine that humans drink is really not very good, and the gods will not get drunk no matter how much they drink.

In the Nine Realms, the number one brewer is actually a giant.

Next came the dwarves, and lastly the gods.

So if this is the case, why is he drunk?

This is obviously the country of human beings!

At this moment, Mr. Breda was plunged into deep self-doubt.

In the end, the memory in my mind was frozen at the last scene when I was conscious.

That's over the dinner table.

Facing her Highness the Princess, she smiled and toasted, and His Majesty the King also took a big sip.

Her Royal Highness has her own wine glass and jug, because she is a girl, so of course she should drink more delicately.

But what about the old king?

Breda remembered quite clearly that the wine in his glass was from the same flagon as himself.

It was precisely because he drank a large glass of wine in one gulp that he preconceived that it was human wine and it was no big deal.

Plus Nanna's smile fascinated him physically and mentally.

In order to show his dignity, when he was showing elegant conversation, although his drinking posture was not heroic, it definitely did not look like a woman.

Then, after a few big glasses, his consciousness became blurred.

"That's not human wine..."

Because he was drunk, he forgot that this was the kingdom of other people, and regarded this as his own palace of light.

So after the maids brought him into the room, he casually vented fire on those maids while maintaining his drunken excitement.

This is his habit, and it is a habit he has developed since he was an adult.

"Tsk."

Hope nothing happens.

Vaguely, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

But thinking about it carefully, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

After all, no matter how you say it, he, a god, was born with a different way of thinking from humans.

It's as if his understanding of human beings is limited to clothing, but he has never understood the culture of war between them.

How could an existence like him understand the traditional customs of human beings?

So in the end, he didn't think about it, because the maid had already brought in the hot water.

"Mr. Breda, wash your face. Besides, the bath is not far from here. Personally, I can suggest you to take a bath first."

This is normal, after all, just experienced a 1vs20 battle, Breda certainly does not smell good, and his clothes are also extremely messy.

"We have prepared the clothes, you should wash them well before the princess wakes up."

Although there was something wrong with the atmosphere, Mr. Breda was still 'inexperienced' after all. He could hear that the maid's tone was not right, but the maid herself was also well-trained, so he couldn't hear any major problems.

So in the end, he still nodded.

"I understand."

At this moment, the young Breda probably hasn't realized what happened that he absolutely doesn't want to see.

So he just took a bath in the palace's bathhouse while the sun was just rising.

After washing off his fatigue with hot water, he changed his clothes directly.

According to the maids, the clothes belonged to His Majesty the King, and were worn by His Majesty the King when he was active as a prince.

Does this seem like a big deal?

It is true from this point of view alone.

But what Breda didn't know was that since Gripal met Gonglu and got married, she sewed all his clothes by herself.

And in the 20 years since her death, he hasn't had new clothes for a long time.

As for the clothes I used to wear, they are just old things at the bottom of the box.

But Breda didn't know this, he just put on those clothes casually, and then came all the way to the restaurant under the guidance of the maid.

And there were two people sitting quietly.

King Griple sat quietly on the main seat, and Her Royal Highness the Princess also sat on the side.

They enjoyed breakfast in a leisurely manner, and their every move revealed the unique demeanor of a human royal family.

But at this moment, Breda felt something was wrong.

Regardless of the maids, the most important thing was that when he walked in, only His Majesty the King looked away at him.

But other than that there is no other performance.

As for Her Royal Highness, who had a good chat yesterday, she didn't even look at him, as if she was a stranger.

Even though the seat chosen by Mr. Breda was not far from her, it could be said that he was sitting opposite her, she didn't raise her head, she just focused on the bread and cod soup in front of her.

Although it is not good to eat something with strong spices for breakfast, the air in Iceland itself is cold after all, so it is normal to drink some thick soup to warm up.

What the hell is going on?

Mr. Breda may have a hunch about this in his heart, but the hunch is still a hunch after all. He is completely confused about these and can't grasp the clue at all.

"What happened, don't you know?"

Just when Breda said nothing but had doubts written all over his face, His Majesty the King finally spoke.

Gripal's voice was full of the unique richness endowed by that age, but at the same time, more importantly, there was deep disappointment in his voice.

"I asked you yesterday what Nanna means to you. You said she was your wife, but how did you do it?"

how do i do it

"Following with my maid in front of my wife? Do young people have so much energy?"

His Majesty the King said so, and these words were like a heavy hammer hitting Breda's head.

Although it wouldn't cause him any harm, it made him feel dizzy.

Oops……

Although from the perspective of the gods, he certainly couldn't understand the specific meaning expressed by the king's words.

However, he at least understood one thing: things that were supposed to go smoothly are probably going to turn out badly.

He spent a lot of time trying to please Nanna's father, now King Gevarus of Norway, and yesterday seemed to be going well.

Although Princess Nanna didn't acknowledge anything positively, judging from his performance, he should be able to take her back to Norway soon.

At that time, live in Norway for a period of time, find a suitable time to confess her identity to her, and then find an excuse to leave Norway and return to Asgard.

He had already thought about all these things, but now something like this happened.

"Please go back, I will write to my father."

Just when Breda's head was a little confused, Nanna's words completely knocked him down to the bottom, and never gave him a chance to get up again.

"I really can't trust someone like you."

marriage……

This kind of thing was a lifelong event for Nanna.

"I can accept 'marry first and fall in love', but I absolutely cannot accept a purely profit marriage, let alone a husband who can never control his lower body."