Trondheim, Norway.
That
nordic sweater in the end was wore by Lyre. She wore it with a brown coat, long
skirt and a light brown boots. Actually she wanted to wear a Victorian era gown[1],
but... nevermind. At least she wore a norwegian local clothes, and not being
the main attention on the street. Unlike the flashy Hades who didn’t wore a
coat even in this snowy day, if he was a human then that would be akin to
seeking death. He’s been the main attention of people walking on the brige on
top of Nidelvein river.
“I
told you,” Lyre mumbled. “Master look like a groom.”
“They
are looking at me because I’m handsome,” Hades said calmly. “Not because I’m
weird.”
Lyre was startled. That’s right. Why didn’t she thought about it? If she knew
about it sooner she wouldn’t have to walk while lowering her head in
embarassment.
Trondheim,
that very Scandinavian place are covered in snow. It looked more futuristic
than London or Paris and arranged neater than New York, and it looked like
there are no vagabond in this city. There
are a lot of wooden cottage selling souvenir and sea food near the shore. Lyre
several times tought about entering one of the wooden cottage. But she didn’t
attracted by human’s food anymore.
It’s
hard to believe that n this snow covered beautiful city there are a mad
murderer lurking around.
“Pick
me a good name, Lyre,” Hades said to her when they reached the end of the
bridge. “People will be afraid of me if I tell them my real name or think that
I’m crazy.”
“Thor?”
Lyre teased him.
“Not
a chance, other suggestion,” He bluntly refused. Hades is a god who always felt
that he was above every other god.
“Hel?”
“Are
you joking? Is there any difference?”
“How
about Halstein[2]?”
Hades
thought about it for a while. “I don’t like the meaning of that name, but it’s
okay. And what name you’ll be using?”
“Solveig,
Master.”
“I
thought you never finished reading ‘Peer Gynt’. Why did you chose Solveig[3]?”
“Because
I really liked ‘solveig’s Song’ created by Edward Grieg,” Lyre replied.
“Yeah,
but Grieg was inspired by Ibsen.”
“Is
there a problem master?” Lyre pouted.
“Nothing,
it’s alright,” Hades replied. “Then I’ll call you Solveig while we still in the
human world.”
“And
I’ll call master as Halstein.”
“Yes,yes”
“Then
where do we go now? Master Had... I mean master Halstein.”
“One
of the victims family house’s.”
“What
is your plan master?”
“You
can just wait and see.”
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