Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Her indifference was merely an outward appearance.

Actually, she's quite oblivious.

Actually, she's quite confused.

Actually, she also has warmth.

As your relationship with her deepens, sooner or later she will show her non-queen side...and reveal her true personality.

She is not a god, not a ruler, but a somewhat lonely girl with a soft heart who is easily persuaded. She claims to refuse contact, yet she doesn't dislike being close to a girl.

As night deepened, wolves ran across the snow, while the goddess and the serpent rode together on a chariot, their figures gradually intertwining and merging into one.

The young snake glanced at the Asgardian palace in the sky, where the lights seemed so close yet so far away, before turning and nestling against Skadi's cheek.

Since I can't escape from her, then... I should try my best to love her.

Several years later, at dawn.

Awakened by the cool, sweet aroma, Skadi looked at the ice cubes on the plate on the table, each filled with honey and fruit slices, stuck into a skewer.

"what is this?"

"Popsicle!"

The cute boy in the room blinked his snake-like eyes, smiled, and handed her a cigarette.

Skadi took it naturally, curiously tasting it in small bites. Her beautiful eyes lit up, and her weariness was instantly washed away.

Cold, sweet, and delicious.

"How?"

"Use magic to infuse some flavor into the ice."

"So simple?"

"Okay, let's try making it together next time."

Although the mountain goddess did not give a direct answer to the boy's suggestion, her expression of pleasure as she picked up the plate was already a tacit approval.

After enjoying the newly made dessert and the invigorating popsicles, Skadi promptly got out of bed.

The snow boots that were muddy yesterday have already been washed and dried, and the clothes are dry and have a pleasant fragrance.

While washing up, the water in the copper basin was neither too hot nor too cold, and flower petals were sprinkled on top.

When it was time to eat, Skadi thoroughly enjoyed the soft bread and thick, juicy smoked meat, and the broth in her bowl was especially delicious.

After enjoying the meal, use mint leaves to cleanse your mouth, remove food residue and bits of meat stuck between your teeth, and chew on a few dried plums for a lingering fragrance.

Even the Asgardian palaces had never experienced such an exquisite lifestyle, yet Skadi had long since grown accustomed to it and gradually succumbed to it.

Of course, all of this was the work of the little guy in front of us.

The sweet taste of the popsicle between her lips and teeth made Skadi feel a little dazed, and she subconsciously looked at her nominal husband.

Since that night, the barrier between the two has been broken, and Skadi has tacitly allowed the little guy to roam freely and misbehave as he pleases in the castle.

Unexpectedly, the chaos that was anticipated did not occur.

What followed was a series of ingenious ideas and various changes in life.

Gradually, the more Samael interacted with Skadi, the more surprises he brought her.

No matter how troublesome the matter, he can make it orderly and efficient.

He has a keen intuition for hunting and learns very quickly;

He has a very good understanding of food, and the meals he creates are quite delicious;

The mountain goddess never imagined that her little husband would be such an interesting person.

"By the way, when did he transform into a human?" Skadi shook her head, somewhat confused.

I seem to have forgotten it myself, but I don't feel any sense of incongruity.

It was as if everything had become a habit.

After the meal, Skadi stood in the room for a long time, her face conflicted.

Samael, who had just finished directing the Frost Giants to tidy up the yard, came over.

"What are you looking for?"

"My snow boots are gone..."

"Oh, I washed it for you and dried it outside. I've prepared another pair for you."

"Huh? Why is it for mountaineering..."

"You forgot? A dragon-like creature came to the caves in the north. Weren't we supposed to get rid of it?"

"Oh, then..."

"The chariots and dire wolves were both parked outside the door..."

"mine……"

Skadi instinctively clenched her fist, her expression blank.

"Wand, hunting bow, or javelin? You left the wand in the closet yesterday, the hunting bow is in the stable, and the javelin, let me think, it's in the yard."

"Okay, I understand. Then..."

"This is just a poisonous dragon. Remember to bring antidote, and we're having baked pies for lunch today. Come back soon."

"..."

When Skadi groggily picked up her weapon, groggily walked out the gate, and groggily boarded her chariot, Samael watched as the mountain goddess, who had cleared away the threat to her territory, officially set off for war. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

She seems like a cool and aloof goddess, but who would have thought she'd be so unreliable in real life?

But the more it becomes, the more authentic and charming it becomes.

To be honest, the more Samael got to know her, the more interesting the truth behind the mask became, and he secretly wrote down all sorts of "crimes" about Skadi in his notebook.

Actually, Skadi's sleeping posture isn't very elegant...

Samael, who successfully rolled onto the bed in snake form and was hugged as a pillow all night, can attest to this.

In fact, even though she was very reluctant to admit it, Skadi had to accept the fact that she sometimes drooled while sleeping.

After all, Samael's scales hadn't dried all night...

In fact, she also loved beauty. Samael designed a dress for her based on his memories from the future, but she outwardly disdained it, thinking it was too revealing and frivolous, so she hid it deep in her closet.

Unfortunately, one time when she secretly took it out to try it, Samael caught her... and for a long time afterward, she avoided Samael...

Actually, she gets jealous sometimes.

One day, in order to design clothes and hunting tools for Skadi, Samael chose a female giant guard whose figure and appearance matched as a model, but unfortunately Skadi bumped into her.

Since then, the guards in Samael's courtyard have all been replaced by men, all of whom are ugly and deformed.

Actually, she cares a lot about what others think.

For example, when Samael was chatting, he casually mentioned that animal ears were cute (Tama-chan is the best!). Skadi, who was eavesdropping nearby, found out and even went out of her way to get animal ear hair accessories. After pretending to be a cat in front of the mirror for a long time, she suddenly realized—how could she have done something so stupid?!

What no one expected was that Samael, who was delivering the food, was right outside her door, trying his best to suppress his laughter as she imitated cat meows for half an hour.

So, the next time she sulked with a pout, she turned her back to Samael, secretly fuming, when a series of extremely familiar cat meows came from behind her...

That was the first time Skadi blushed with shame and felt utterly humiliated. Then, she chased Samael for half a day…

Actually, she is quite easily satisfied.

When Samael offered to learn hunting from her, to accompany her to see more scenery, and to share common interests, Skadi, though outwardly unaware, felt an overwhelming joy that made her feel like she was floating on air that day.

Actually, she is quite tolerant, especially towards animal cubs that symbolize new life and vitality.

Often, Samael preferred to fall asleep on her lap after hunting training, and Skadi tolerated this habit.

This way, I can observe my young husband's sleeping face up close—like an innocent child.

Actually, she really enjoys singing.

Skadi sometimes basks in the moonlight and softly hums Nordic folk songs; these are among the few opportunities to hear her ethereal voice.

However, the singing seemed a little off-key.

For this reason, Samael learned to play a musical instrument and was responsible for silently accompanying her.

By the way, let's tune the song to save it from going off-key.

Actually, she really enjoys being close to people.

In a sense, Skadi treated him like a pet, indulging him quite a bit in many ways.

For example, when he rested his head on her lap, his forehead gently against her lower abdomen, she liked to slowly stroke his soft hair, like petting a gentle orange cat, without caring about the distance between them.

However, they would often fall asleep while touching each other, until they snuggled together in this noisy and cold world.

In the midst of ordinary times, she, dressed in a gauze dress, sat quietly against the headboard, with Samael sleeping soundly in her arms like a child. The warm afternoon sun shone on his face, and the afterglow gently added a touch of orange to his features. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In a daze, she felt a little tired, so she slowly closed her eyes and, accompanied by the comforting warmth of the embrace, quietly drifted off to sleep.

These little moments of companionship have quietly taken root, sprouted, and blossomed into beautiful flowers.

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Chapter One: Sadness, truly sadness.

On Mount Bashan, dark clouds hung low. The flames of the burning boulders launched by catapults gradually died down, and the flesh and blood clinging to them were charred black, emitting a pungent smell of burnt protein in the wind.

Around the craters, broken spears, discarded shields, and scattered arrows lay strewn about, while soft soil was scattering across the area, covering a mass of mangled, bloody corpses.

The once lush green grass is now covered with scorched marks, a withered yellow expanse, and thick black smoke from the scorching damp vegetation rolls upwards like a dragon.

"Zheng!"

The smoke of war had not yet cleared when, accompanied by the melodious sound of a zither, a sharp, piercing sound shot from a distant gentle slope, carrying a shrill whistle that pierced through the battlefield.

"puff!"

In an instant, a figure with painted face, crawling on a branch, was carried away by an arrow from the bushes on the side and fell heavily to the ground.

Even as he died, the sentry's face still held a trace of bewilderment, without a trace of the pain of his dying struggle.

Clearly, the archer's marksmanship was exceptional; he not only accurately hit the barbarian scout hiding under the leaves on a high slope a kilometer away, but also killed him instantly.

"So sad, so very sad..."

On the gentle slope of the high ground, the handsome young man, riding a warhorse and exuding a melancholy aura, with his red hair flowing down his shoulders, involuntarily murmured to himself, closing his delicate and expressive golden eyes, as if he couldn't bear to watch his target fall to his death.

"The melody that brought happiness has become a tragic song that takes lives on the battlefield..."

With a soft sigh, those slender fingers gently plucked the strings of a long bow, resembling a harp, playing a mournful note for the departed.

However, after this battle, he was finally free to play his music without having to perform it for the sake of killing.

This guy's acting up again...

But the dozens of armored knights lined up beside them were used to this and didn't bother to listen to their colleagues' sentiments. They immediately drew their swords and roared.

"Our king commands: Attack!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of infantrymen, carrying shields and wielding longswords, crossed the hills and surged towards the fortress atop Mount Bashan like a tidal wave.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Without the sentries' watch, it wasn't until the enemy army emerged from the thick fog and approached that their off-key shouts came from the few watchtowers built around the city.

Immediately, the piercing sounds of hammering and the desolate, murky tones of horns rose and fell in waves.

Amidst a cacophony of noise, one after another, Anglo-Saxon barbarians with their faces painted with greasepaint climbed onto the city wall, shouting and yelling.

Whoosh whoosh!

However, just as the barbarians inside the city began to react, a series of sharp whistles filled the air, the sky suddenly darkened, and powerful arrows pierced through the smoke screen, raining down on the heads of the Saxons like a meteor shower.

Puff puff puff!

Due to the limited productivity of the barbarians, their weapon forging and metal smelting techniques were quite primitive. Coupled with their habit of exposing their chests and shoulders, even with the support of their ally, the lowly king Vortigern, their armor coverage remained low. As a result, they were shot down in droves, and cries of agony filled the land.