<h4>Chapter 165 God of Death</h4>


    Loptr sneaked a nce outside her royal coach, only to realize that they were now back on ground. And far away from Asgard.


    They were at the edge of the cliff.


    ''The maw of death that will lead us towards Svartalfheim... why here?'' She wondered, a bit too calm for someone in her situation.


    All three of them were far too rxed. True, their hearts were roughly tugged at their circumstance, but each one of them seemed used to this.


    ''Well, Loptr''s misfortune never negatively affects her. In fact, the misfortunes she brings others, brings back fortune for her.'' Frieda thought as well, sighing in defeat.


    ''This time''s misfortune befell the guards we had. All of them are probably dead by now. Then, from now on... she will have a fortuitous encounter.'' She added, barely a smile forming on her lips.


    "Allow me, mydies." Hyro stood up as she took the lead to open the door of the coach, leaving first before she could be stopped. No fear, nor hesitation felt within her actions.


    "...Well then, I''ll go after." Frieda followed after, being the second to leave. They had to scout thend for Loptr, their princess.


    "..."


    And with a sigh, Loptr was thest to leave. She took a step out of the carriage, shading her eyes with her hands as the sunlight was a tad bit too bright for her.


    After a few seconds of adjusting, she finally stood outside of the coach, with both her hands sped before her waist. Frieda on her left, and Hyro to her right.


    And before them, was an extremely handsome man who had a strange mixture of tinum blonde and silver hair, as well as an attractive pair of clear blue eyes.


    On his side, was a ck haired youngdy, who was of a shorter stature than the man. She was extremely beautiful, with her sses adding more to her beauty.


    Her body stood out amongst alldies here, as she was well blessed and endowed in all areas. The three presumed that the one to speak before, was definitely her.


    "...Uhm, I''m sorry for being unaware, but you two are?" Loptr spoke first, taking the reigns of leadership.


    For some reason, the oldest of them all here was strangely silent. ''For someone who talks a lot, you sure are silent, Frieda.'' She thought, her clear blue eyes gazing at Damien.


    She had never seen a man so handsome in her entire life before. Not even her beloved was close to matching this level of beauty, and he was one of the most handsome she knows.


    This man seemed so beautiful, it felt like a sin just to interact with him.


    "Don''t stress it, your highness." Damien responded, his voice a bit too charming. Even without trying, he was just too much.


    Loptr thought, a bit dissatisfied.


    Howe there was someone more handsome than her beloved? That could not be tolerated. "In that case, I will not. But I''d still like to know of your identities, please." She responded as well.


    Her words not matching her thoughts at all.


    And Damien, not caring much about the thoughts of a sixteen year old girl, he chose to jump straight to the point.


    But just as he was about to speak, Frieda, who was extremely silent besides Loptr, suddenly trembled as she uttered out. Her wordsid with pure disbelief and shock, "Exalted... exalted, g–god... god of death..? The cold reaper of lives, sessor of David, and prince of assassins... my, my lord, is this..."


    ...!!!


    She did not even finish her words, as without a second thought, she crumbled down to her knees.


    Her legs immediately gave up, and she found herself lowering her head in fear, "Frieda Sigyn greets his exalted grace!!"


    She fervently greeted out, fear still evident within her tone. Yet aside it, was excitement of equal magnitude. If not greater.


    And hearing her words, almost everyone within the area was shocked beyond belief. Even Be was a bit shocked.


    ...!!!


    Loptr subconsciously took a step back, as her heart slightly wavered. Hyro quickly stood before her, yet her body was trembling in fear, despite the zing determination to die swimming within her gaze.


    She was a being ready to die for her princess. Life mattered not,pared to the joy and happiness of herdy.


    But right now, she was afraid. She found herself fearful, despite the determination to die.


    Loptr herself was also shocked.


    She was revered as a goddess, and so was the man standing before her. He was revered as a god. And one that was far more powerfulpared to her. With more followers.


    He hunted down so many lives, he earned the moniker of "god of death". He was also called "the cold reaper of lives" due to the extreme apathy he showed to his victims.


    Why was he here..?


    She wondered to herself, not even being bothered by Frieda''s actions before her. She expected as much from a fanatic meeting their ''god'' first hand.


    Her followers reacted as such too. Some even sacrificing their children and loved ones to her.


    Though obviously, they attained nothing, since she was not truly a goddess, and could not receive the sacrifices.


    ''Frieda Sigyn. I had forgotten about the obsession this troublesome fly has towards Damien. But for her to recognize him even with such a change... how perceptive.'' Be also thought, her shock only reaching to that extent.


    "Calm down. I am not hear to start up a fight." Damien waved his hand before him, releasing gentle waves of Mana that calmed down everyone.


    His Mana, that was thousands of times purer than theirs, forcefully ignited their Mana to smoothly alleviate the stress on their nerves.


    Once they were all rtively calm, to an extent, he continued, "I am here for work, a favor, and finally, to give you a chance." He concluded, his gaze set on Loptr.


    "A chance..?" And now calm, the princess frowned as she inquired. She wondered what the ''god of death'' would want to give to her, a vault of living misfortune.


    As for work? She cared less about that.


    "I''d like to find a better ce to discuss, but it''s fine either way. Firstly, Frieda..." Damien called out to the still kneeling woman, amidst his response to Loptr.


    "Yes, your excellency? What can this mere servant do for you?" Frieda responded, the pride and attitude she had even before a princess, another false god, thrown away.


    "I''d like for you to grant us identities within your family''s influence. Be it as guards or servants, it doesn''t matter. You can do that much, can''t you?" Damien ignored her attitude, and responded to her.


    This... identity of death he was bestowed. He nned to keep it, and in fact, make great use of it in this region.


    "...Yes, as your exalted grace deems fit. I will do as you say." Though she trembled at the presumptuous idea of having her ''god'' act as a servant, she still nodded in response.


    Her obedience superceded her feelings.


    "It''ll be for three weeks, to a month at most. Then for the favor. Your highness, I''d like to make trade with the residents of Svartalfheim and the other regions, concerning their specialties. But as trade cannot be done without the supervision of a royalty, would you like to help?" Ignoring Friedapletely, Damien turned to Loptr.


    And though the princess was physically weakpared to him, status wise, they were both equals. Potential sessors to their parents, both special born third gen, and beings revered as deities.


    She frowned and inquired, "Trade? I wonder what you would be trading, and what I would get in return for helping you."


    She said, holding her breathe in anticipation of Damien''s response.


    "..."


    "..."


    Be and Frieda also remained silent, waiting to hear from Damien. The former was not so short minded to let something like this bother her.


    Damien did not like to act all high and mighty, hence she saw no reason to intervene for him, when someone his age spoke to him informally. They were both kids to her.


    Meanwhile, to Frieda, this meeting was one between two deities. After all, the fact that she believes Damien is the god of death, she had no choice but to acknowledge the existence of other special born third gen children.


    And Loptr, was one of the more influential ones. She and Damien could be said to be chaotic ''gods'' who bring about fear just by mentioning their names.


    As for Hyro? She was just a personal maid.


    "..."


    She had no right to intervene.


    "A reward, huh?" Damien finally responded, causing Loptr to tense her muscles. "Alright. I''ll supply information concerning the love of your life, and his wellbeing. I will also promise to do everything within my power to help him when ites to it."


    "I can also help you achieve your goals of trying to supply aid to him. As for how? Don''t stress it for now... Is that satisfactory for you, princess?" He concluded, causing the tense Loptr to frown even more.


    For this reward, he wouldn''t be losing out anyway. He was already in support of her so called beloved, and wouldn''t let him easily die.


    He also came here to create domains that will be added into the fusion of Adonis and Fiona''s domains. So a win-win situation for him.