I Became the Guild Leader in Exile

94 – 4# The God of Thunder and the God of Mischief (2)

Thor.

The God of Thunder.

He was a battle enthusiast, but at the same time, he pursued justice. He hoped that his battles would always be helpful to the law and the gods, Odin. And indeed, it was true that many people had been saved since the establishment of the law.

Many people admired Thor and took up arms. Thor fought alongside them. He still remembered all his comrades who had fought alongside him. But sometimes, he had doubts.

Was this really right?

Valhalla.

The paradise created by Odin, where brave warriors went after death to feast on the meat of the immortal boar and drink wine, continuing to fight eternally.

To him, it was like a paradise on earth. And he had thought so from the beginning. But after establishing the law and protecting it, he had met many people.

And among them were those who didn’t like fighting but took up arms for their families. They were also excellent warriors. Did they continue to fight even after death?

[Stop, Tialfi. The opponent is already dead.]

When Thor went to Valhalla to meet his disciple Tialfi, who didn’t like fighting, he saw Tialfi wielding a sword and going berserk.

He was already dead, lying on top of a corpse, hacking at its head and chest with an axe. Thor was so shocked that he directly intervened to stop Tialfi.

“It’s okay! Thor, I won!”

“What?”

“Am I a useful warrior now?!”

“You’ve always been an excellent warrior, Tialfi.”

Tialfi’s eyes were filled with madness. Thor had thought that Tialfi’s weak personality was annoying when he was alive. But this was too much.

“Why do I keep thinking about this?”

Thor opened his eyes. The memories of the past were erased, and only the cold reality remained before him. Somehow, he was now lying on the ground like a rock. What had just happened?

Thor slowly recalled what had happened earlier. Just a moment ago, he was gaining the upper hand in the battle. But he was gradually being pushed back, and now he was on the ground.

“How can you be so strong?”

The strength of the White Knights was, in a word, unfair. It wasn’t just that they borrowed divine power from the gods; the gods themselves possessed human bodies and used their power.

Of course, they were stronger than ordinary humans. But this person was different. No matter how he looked, he wasn’t a god. He was just a human who borrowed divine power.

So why could he be so strong?

Even I, the strongest god, was filled with anxiety and doubts.

Why could he have such confidence in himself?

I don’t know, and I don’t need to know. Thor forced himself to get up. His body, which had reached its limits, screamed in pain, but Thor ignored it.

“Use all your strength, Isaac Silverter.”

“But I said it before…”

“It’s not about killing or being killed. It’s just that I want to know the truth.”

“…”

For Thor, what’s strong is justice. It’s very simple, yet beastly, and it’s the correct principle. The stronger one is justice. Then, we can only collide and prove it.

“Is what you say right, or is what I say right? I want to know that.”

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Hanshin

A powerful lightning bolt from the sky stopped above Thor’s head, giving the feeling that it was staying by his side. Soon, a massive hammer appeared before him.

Mjölnir

Isaac sensed Thor’s anguish easily. He was struggling now. Which justice is correct – the one Odin established in the law country or the one I, Gideon, am pushing for?

“If you say so, then fine.”

A battle between men. If we exclude that, can we still call it a battle between men? Isaac finally placed his hand on the sword at his waist. There’s no reason to hesitate anymore.

One swing to sweep away the bloody mountains and rivers

He’ll just clash with all his might.

* * *

Loki.

The god of mischief.

He always makes a mess with his lies and tricks, but he’s a god who can’t be hated because he solves the problems himself. When did he start to drift apart from the other gods?

Fenrir, Jörmungandr, and Hel.

He still remembers the day he first met those kids. They were born on different days, and the way they clung to him was also different. But one thing was the same.

The fact that they were treasures that couldn’t be exchanged for anything in this world.

The other gods didn’t particularly dislike him either. Especially Fenrir, with whom he played various tricks. It was after they heard the prophecy of the end that they changed their attitude.

He cried and begged, holding onto Odin’s feet. He tried to persuade each of them, one by one, to change their minds. But they had already made up their minds.

[Loki, understand.]

[It’s for the justice of this world.]

[We didn’t want to make this decision either.]

While pretending to be comforted, he swallowed his bitter hatred and anger. My precious children, whom I couldn’t even put in my eyes without hurting, were being bound because of a single prophecy?

However, unfortunately, his brilliant brain wasn’t controlled by his emotions. Unlike his burning heart, Loki’s cold head was thinking of the next plan.

It’s impossible for me to defeat Odin and his powers with my current strength.

I can’t even save my children.

I’m the most incompetent father in the world, a god.

There was no room for self-pity due to guilt. I had decided to do anything to save my children. So Loki wore a mask. A mask that always smiled…

“How ridiculous. The one who bound their children is giving them important tasks. Is it because they’re short-sighted, or is it because they’re arrogant, thinking everyone knows?”

The law country.

Odin’s fortress of pride, built on his obsession. He believed he could control the world and win the end with his knowledge and wisdom. But unfortunately, I remained.

“I had to build trust. I never let go of my hatred and anger, not even for a day.”

The guilt of not being able to protect my children. When I think of my children, who are still suffering, I feel an urge to destroy everything in front of me right now.

However, I gritted my teeth and endured. Moving impulsively wouldn’t change anything. With a heart that swallowed bitter resentment, Loki followed Odin’s orders, his eyes bloodshot.

Thanks to this, Loki finally managed to reach this place. The center of the law country built by Odin, the existence that creates the law and the heart of the law country. Up to the front of the god of light, Baldur.

[Someone must be sacrificed to establish an ideal law country.]

It’s almost impossible for even a god to control and censor everything in the law country. Currently, the law country governs about 3 to 4 tenths of the continent’s territory.

Gods who borrow human eyes can barely keep an eye on the world, and it’s impossible for them to directly intervene and govern all territories. However, Odin used a trick even for that.

That’s right, by sacrificing one of the gods loved by many, including himself. Exactly, it’s called a duty. The law country, and the manifestation of the gods.

Loki looked up. The huge sphere of light was wrapped in a golden ring, and that was Odin’s trick and the source of the law country. It’s called the brilliant heart of light, Baldur.

“Lo, Loki-nim. Why did you…?”

“That’s the wrong question, god-nim.”

Kwajik!

“It’s not why, but it’s obvious.”

Loki mercilessly trampled the knight’s head, which was crawling on the ground, pleading. Blood and brain matter spilled onto the floor. But Loki didn’t even flinch.

Finally, the goal was within sight.

If Baldur is destroyed, Odin’s trick will be broken, and the foundation of the current law country will collapse. Then, my children will be free forever.

“This is the only gift I can give to those kids. So…”

Kwaang!!

“Don’t interfere!”

As expected, Loki easily dodged the flying fist from behind. In that short moment, he realized that if he touched it, his defense would be useless.

‘Tyr and I only differ in influence, but our physical strength is similar. Yet, she was able to defeat Tyr and come here?’

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m not going to let you do it.”

In front of Loki stood a girl with black hair and red eyes, holding a sword. Despite the fierce atmosphere, Loki calmly came to a conclusion in his mind.

‘No, even if you’re a genius, that’s impossible. Moreover, there are only three knights who know this place, so Tyr must have sent her to me.’

This is interesting.

Did you choose ‘Heimdall’ as her?

A cruel smile crept up on Loki’s lips.