You and me under the world tree

'boom'

Just when Nanna said that, Breda's brain roared like thunder.

"So, please leave, I can't accept you."

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Nanna is a very ordinary woman.

It has nothing to do with appearance or anything, her psychology and personality are not as brilliant as her best friend.

I have had no assertiveness since I was a child, and the learning level is even more passive.

A happy family is happy, so there is nothing that must be done.

She is in a carefree environment, and she doesn't have the pressure of her girlfriends, let alone her ambitions.

So it was too late when she understood the shackles brought about by her status as a princess.

She has learned nothing, let alone made any achievements.

Probably all she can do is to accept the path arranged by her parents: marriage and engagement are just the first step.

She knew it herself.

However, even if she herself has accepted such a thing, she even wants her best friend's father: King Gripal to do a divination for herself and prepare for it.

However, acceptance does not mean that she does not have any requirements for this.

Even an ordinary girl whose path has been arranged by her parents still has requirements for this.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't have that kind of romantic love story, that kind of earth-shattering love story, and she can just get married.

However, she just wants a husband who is more loyal to the word 'marriage'?

Feelings can be cultivated slowly, which is no problem, but if you can't even achieve loyalty to marriage, let alone cultivate feelings.

And thinking of this, Nanna couldn't help but feel pain in her heart.

What happened to my father, to find such a fiancé for him?

How can parents in the world hope that their children's marriages will be unhappy?

Even if it is based on the interests of the kingdom, then shouldn't you entrust your daughter's most important love and marriage to such a person?

"So, please leave, I can't accept you."

After saying the words of refusal, Nanna felt that all the strength in her body was drained. She just lay down on her chair and did not make any other unnecessary movements.

What should be said has been condensed in the previous words.

After all, she is just the princess of a country, not some hooligan.

Although she and Hilda went out of the palace if they had nothing to do, they were there to play after all, to find delicious food on the street.

For such women, even when they are extremely angry and out of breath, they can't say any vicious words.

The tone can become very rude, but those vicious words can't be said anyway.

After all, they have never been exposed to this kind of thing.

But this is enough, after all, no matter what, her extremely firm rejection attitude has been passed on to Breda.

And this is almost unacceptable to him who can be said to be spoiled since he was a child.

He is very popular among the Protoss, and his personality is usually friendly and docile.

Such a god usually does not say a word, but once there is a request, other people will give it a helping hand.

From childhood to adulthood, no one around him would reject him, and he would never fail to get what he wanted.

It can be said that this is the first time that he, who has been going smoothly all this time, has encountered rejection.

It shouldn't be...

When he heard the words of the woman he admired so much, Breda's entire face was only bewildered.

Then, there was a touch of anger on his face.

How can you refuse?

How dare you refuse?

His anger is not without reason, because his self-esteem is agitating this negative emotion.

At this moment, he even felt that the people around him were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Those gazes that once revealed longing and admiration flashed sympathy and sarcasm at this moment.

There are only women in the inner hall of the palace, either ordinary maids or shield maidens who grew up in the palace.

They are all women, and Breda's identity and his deeds are enough to make these women ridicule him.

After all, no one has a reason why their other half will be such a person.

As Princess Hilda's close friend, Princess Nanna of Norway also has a very good relationship with these maids, and they themselves would not be happy to have such a fiancé.

And now, Breda has only anger lingering in his heart.

He has no way to get her?

Looking at Nanna's weak and disappointed face, Breda's mind was filled with these thoughts.

At this moment, he put all his attention on Nanna, as if he wanted to see some turning point from the girl who no longer looked at him.

However, the result disappointed him a bit.

Nanna just closed her eyes tightly, and didn't even move after eating half of her breakfast.

The cod bisque was warm and spiced, and half a slice of bread was there.

The atmosphere of the entire restaurant seemed quiet, and the surrounding maids and shield maidens who had the intention of onlookers glanced here from time to time, which made the atmosphere even more heavy.

At this time, Breda didn't notice the old king's movements at all.

At this point, Griple had given his full attention to him.

Although his hands seemed to be pressed generously on the table, his fingers were pressed on the wooden table. This action seemed to be nothing, but it could help him draw runes.

As for why the runes were drawn, it was of course related to the guy in front of him.

God...

For Griple, the identity of a god makes him feel uncomfortable and even disgusted, but no matter from which angle he looks at it, the gods are not something that a "human" of his level can underestimate.

Not to mention the power of calling the wind and rain that they carry, their physical fitness and the power they can display and explode are much stronger than ordinary humans.

The runes that Gripel arranged in the palace, which he was proud of, were 'no attack, no magic'. It seemed quite powerful, but it was nothing more than a god.

In case the guy in front of him gets angry, he has to find a way to suppress him.

heart, emotion...

This kind of thing has always been the most difficult to control, because this thing is never fixed, and often depends on the other party's thoughts.

What's more, Gripal couldn't think that the other party was also the kind of wise man who took every step and counted a hundred steps.

He's just betting right now...

If the other party explodes in an instant, can he find a way to use the magic left by his wife to drive the other party out.

Anyway, he is not afraid of the other party flipping the table, because even if the other party flips the table, not to mention the reaction of the gods, the magic left by his wife in Iceland alone is enough for him as a king to contend with a god.

However, it is one thing to be able to compete against a god in theory, but it is another thing to actually compete against a god.

It can be said that Gripal's mood is quite complicated now.

He didn't have a good impression of the gods, and the vigor left over from his youth gave him the idea of ​​beating up the guy in front of him.

However, reason told him that now is not the time for conflict.

Yes, no conflicts at all.

From the perspective of interests, it is his hope that the other party will retreat.

After all, once the opponent erupts with strength beyond human level, it is difficult for him to explain here.

And in the end, under this almost silent atmosphere, Breda closed his eyes.

In fact, at this moment, a set of things that his father likes to do directly emerged in his mind: revealing his identity as a god, and then intimidating and luring.

This approach is of course in line with the style of the gods, after all, many of the gods do this.

However, perhaps because he usually has more contact with his mother, he has always been resistant to this kind of behavior.

"I...understand." Finally, he said slowly, "I'm leaving now."

Then, without having breakfast, Mr. Breda got up from the table and left slowly.

"I'm terribly sorry about these things..."

When he turned around, he still said this to Nanna.

"Nanna, you still look better when you smile."

Finally, Breda's figure slowly disappeared into the corridor.

He looked a little lost.

This loss is not the kind of momentary disappointment, but a feeling from the heart.

People like Gripal know his state very well.

Back then, he didn't make Gonglu agree in one go, that girl rejected him many times.

And when he was rejected for the first time, he did the same.

However, gods and humans.

Is this possible?

Thinking of this, Gripal couldn't help clenching his fists.

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No wonder Griple was skeptical.

Because since becoming the ruler of the Nine Realms, the Asa Protoss's behind-the-scenes deeds really made those who knew it feel uncomfortable or even indignant.

He himself is not a guy who is kept in the dark.

When others blindly worshiped the gods like that, he gave up the good life in the court early, and turned his attention to the world of Guangbo.

Of course, the initial impetus was actually ridiculous, it was just a yearning for the heroic stories narrated by the bard.

If possible, who would not want to write a song of praise for heroes?

The young Gripal did have such thoughts in his heart. Even though he was not too interested in worshiping gods, and he was absent-minded every time he offered sacrifices, it didn't mean he wasn't interested in the Valkyrie.

After all, no matter who you are, you will always have and experience that kind of restless years when you are young.

Whether it's vanity or simply wanting to have sex with the Valkyrie, in short, during the time when he was young and frivolous, he thought about everything.

But it turned out later that he wasn't that material.

Although he has learned martial arts, he is nothing compared to others, he is just a third-rate fighter.

So in the end, the desire to 'become a hero' in his heart faded away.

But even so, he still didn't stop his footsteps, and just wandered through the atrium step by step through his own efforts.

For a naturally skeptical man like him, there has always been a doubt.

Why do mortals worship gods?

He traveled around the atrium with this doubt, and finally left the atrium world in a daze, and met the three goddesses of fate on the edge of Midgard.

Whether it was coincidence and luck or some other conspiracy, Griple didn't want to think too much about it.

He just learned magic from the Noren goddesses there, and relearned magic based on his superficial knowledge of magic.

After that, he felt that the Atrium was boring, so he used his magical powers to go to Jotunheim.

In fact, in his era, the east of the atrium could be said to be in chaos, far more dangerous than it is now.