Chapter 1345: Mysteries of the Feast (Part 12)

After the concert ended, Shiler did not return to his room but said to the goddess who guided him, "I was a bit hurried when I came last time and didn't visit Her Majesty the Queen. I think that was a bit impolite. May I ask if Her Majesty is free now?"

The goddess responsible for guiding Shiler had clearly seen Loki, but she knew how important Shiler was, so she paused and said, "Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a moment. I need to confirm with the maid of the Queen's bedchamber whether Her Majesty is in her room."

Shiler nodded. The goddess smiled at him and turned to leave. A few dozen seconds later, the goddess teleported back, nodded to Shiler, and said, "You may proceed directly to Her Majesty the Queen's bedchamber. She said she is very happy to see you. Please follow me."

Thus, Shiler followed the goddess to Frigga's bedchamber. Calling it a bedchamber, it was actually a separate building located on the side of the main hall of Xiangong. There was also a throne here, a symbol of the Queen and the King governing Asgard together.

In fact, Frigga was indeed governing Asgard, except that Odin managed the male gods, and Frigga managed the female gods.

Don't think this is unimportant. Although there are relatively few Valkyries in Asgard, the goddesses of Asgard each have their own duties. Frigga's twelve maids each hold different positions, maintaining the operation of Asgard and providing logistical support for Odin's conquests in the universe.

For many years, Frigga had almost never made a mistake in her own duties, which is also the reason why she is almost the perfect Queen in the hearts of the Asgardian people. It can be said that the logistical support provided by Frigga is also an important reason for Odin's invincibility.

Before Shiler could enter, he heard Frigga's voice coming from the throne hall of the bedchamber:

"Sif, I am not saying that honing your own martial arts is wrong. After all, you are also a Valkyrie. But you must know, it is precisely because I gave up the title of the First Mage of the Nine Realms, no longer specializing in personal magical skills, but focusing on governing Asgard and becoming the perfect Queen in people's hearts, that I have the prestige and status I have today."

Frigga paced before the throne and said in a steady tone, "Many people feel it's a pity that I gave up the magic I had practiced for so many years, including my original instructor. But I know that to truly fight side-by-side with King Odin, and even stand on equal footing, I must make the people of Asgard respect me enough."

"My prestige does not come from Odin, but from every Asgardian who has been cared for by me, from every Asgardian warrior who has received proper treatment and protection under my arrangements."

"They love me more than they love Odin, because the King is the thunder that whips them, while the Queen is the drizzle that soothes them. This is the reason why I did not become an appendage of the All-Father, but his respected and beloved wife, and the perfect Queen of Asgard."

Frigga looked at Sif and said, "I know you are very repulsed by people seeing you and Thor as one, and you hate bathing yourself in the radiance of the King's powerful strength. You feel that you are independent and should never be attached to anyone, living for someone else."

"Since that is the case, you should understand even more that compromising with Thor in some aspects is not submitting to him. If your goal is to make Asgard better, then all of this will be seen by the people of Asgard. They will know what kind of sacrifices you have made, and will therefore give you enough respect, just as they respect the King."

"One day, the authority you accumulate will send you to a position where you can stand side-by-side with Thor even without powerful strength, just like me today."

Sif looked at the Queen somewhat blankly. She had to admit that Frigga was right, because now, there is a slightly ridiculous scene in Xiangong, which is that whether it is Odin's three children, or the servants, stewards, and guards living here, they all listen to Frigga more.

When people mention Odin, they are respectful but slightly fearful, and they are tight-lipped about the name of the All-Father, talking about it as little as possible, for fear of angering this great monarch. But whenever Frigga is mentioned, ordinary Asgardians have a child-like attachment.

After Odin lost the most important power in fatherhood, clearly, he failed to manifest enough fatherly love to make Asgardians love and attach to him.

It was Frigga's motherly love, meticulous for thousands of years, that made everyone moved like children when mentioning this Queen.

Among all these people, even Odin is included. He needs Frigga's love more than others. He already knows that he is a failed father, so he especially needs his wife to affirm that he is still a good husband.

Sif felt a bit sad. After all, she wouldn't have much time to hone her martial arts in the future. Giving up the martial arts she had polished for so many years would inevitably make one feel a bit reluctant.

But she also agreed with what Frigga said. If she wants to stand side-by-side with the King and not become anyone's appendage, she must establish her own prestige in Asgard, exert her talents as much as possible, build Asgard, and take care of all her kin.

In this process, it is naturally inevitable to cooperate with Thor, so compromising with him on some matters is almost something that must be done.

Sif thought of the group of annoying relatives behind her again. Thinking of having to humble herself to Thor because of this group of people made her feel irritable.

This future Queen was not yet able to hide her expression well. When that trace of impatience climbed onto her brow, Frigga keenly read the frustration in her daughter-in-law's heart.

But the Queen did not point it out directly, but smiled and said, "Children of your age are like stubborn little calves. Not retreating a step in an argument is a basic skill. Even if you understand it in your heart, you are absolutely unwilling to admit defeat, thinking that losing face is the most terrible thing in the world."

Sif bit her lip. Clearly, being exposed made her feel a bit ashamed. She had expected to hear Frigga's words about persuading couples to reconcile, words like tolerance and understanding, but she didn't expect Frigga to blink and say:

"Actually, I agree with this point. If I take a step back, I must ensure that the other party also takes a step back. I don't want to hear his triumphant victory speech after I take the initiative to make sacrifices to cooperate with him."

Sif's eyes widened. Frigga stood before the throne, smiling at her daughter-in-law, and said in a light tone:

"Therefore, I often create a scene. When I express my attitude of willingness to take a step back to him, there will always be some accidents to keep him from having time to be triumphant, pouring a bucket of cold water on his state of self-satisfaction after successfully making the other party compromise during an argument."

Sif was a bit dazed. She said somewhat uncomprehendingly, "Create a scene, how to create one?"

"Odin is always fighting, so I will pick a moment that is not so urgent, let my maid stop the messenger of the battlefield news for a while, and I will take advantage of this moment to express my willingness to compromise to him. Just as he is about to laugh, the messenger will send the latest battle report. You also know that once he hears about fighting, he can't care about anything else."

Sif blinked. She didn't expect that the details of the King and Queen's interaction were like this. She had thought they had always been harmonious and complementary.

Frigga seemed to see Sif's thoughts again, the smile on her face became thicker, mixed with a little helplessness. The Queen shook her head and said, "Most couples in this world are constantly fighting wits and courage, but this does not mean they are enemies."

"In other words, being able to fight means that the two sides are evenly matched. Only a mutually balanced relationship can go further. On the contrary, if one side completely suppresses and controls the other, the relationship will be very fragile."

"I quite agree with your words, Her Majesty the Queen." Shiler walked in from the door. He bowed to Frigga and said, "Loki often tells me that Asgard does not have the discipline of psychology, but I also often say that he is an excellent psychologist."

"I often wonder where he learned his psychological techniques, but I didn't expect that the real master of psychology is here."

Frigga immediately showed a brilliant smile. Sif knew from this expression that the Queen was truly happy because of this compliment. The flattery was just right.

"It's like this, because there is one more day of free time tomorrow, I want to walk around in Xiangong, but I also know that it is very impolite to walk around in Xiangong without permission." Shiler said.

"Oh, so that's the matter. Originally you asked the wrong person, but it just so happens that Sif is also here, and now she manages the internal affairs of Xiangong..."

Hearing Frigga's words, Shiler turned to look at Sif. Sif was still a bit dazed. Frigga coughed lightly, and Sif suddenly woke up.

She looked at Shiler, waved her hand, and said, "This is not a big deal. I will tell the guards and the steward, and you can walk around in Xiangong alone. But I still want to ask, do you have any important business?"

"Nothing much, just that a prince of a federation in the Centaurus constellation found me to talk business earlier, and the concert started halfway through. We still have some details that haven't been discussed yet. I want to go to his room to talk to him."

Sif nodded, not thinking otherwise, and Frigga said at the right time, "Alright, it's time for my nap. You go back first, we'll see each other tomorrow."

Thus, Shiler and Sif walked out the door one after the other. Shiler, walking in front, had just stepped out of the bedchamber door when he heard Sif behind him muttering to herself in a low voice, "Create a scene..."

The moonlight of Asgard was still bright. When it shone on Shiler's face, it made the color of his gray eyes even lighter. Shiler, standing in the center of the dance floor, lowered his head and looked at the Queen's corpse on the ground.

Shiler's gaze followed the blood on the corpse's chest all the way to the blood droplets splashed at his feet. After calculating the distance in his heart, Shiler looked up.

The ceiling above the dance floor ran through the entire building, with a total of seven floors. Except for the lower three floors used to entertain guests, the upper four floors were not open to the public. Only internal staff such as guards, stewards, and waiters could move freely.