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Really, Maria and Julia had expected a much more formal conference, but this place felt like pure indulgence with nothing serious ever being discussed.
"Bread and circuses for the mortals, so they never question or worry about anything, huh, Odin?" Maria thought, gazing up at the ceiling painting of Odin and his children, the Aesir, enthroned above the clouds.
She quickly realized the entire "super important conference" was nothing but a farce. The nobles arrived claiming to shape the future of the continent, yet it was only a den of indulgence and depravity—where slaves were sold, connections were forged, and wealth was greedily pursued in every twisted way.
Maria was utterly sick of it all.
But then.
"Yes, my dear husband, for the future of Midgard… no, of Yggdrasil!" his wife said, offering a gentle, loving smile as she caressed his chest with adoring eyes.
