The Celebration and the Beginning of an Affair (6)

Odin.

She was the creator of runes and the supreme deity of Germanian mythology, bearing countless names and titles.

‘Wasn't she the goddess of wrath worshiped by the Berserkers, one of the Three Great Barbarian Tribes?’

Thinking about it that way, some things started to make sense.

In my dream, Odin had been a psychopathic woman curious about everything in the world—in a way, the very model of a mage.

‘That much, I could call normal.’

As a scholar, I could even respect that attitude toward life a little. That kind of curiosity was what contributed to the advancement of civilization.

‘But normally, not having your curiosity satisfied doesn't make you snap and feel irritation welling up from your gut, does it?’

And then she came up with the amazing conclusion, ‘I'm hungry, so I'll cut off some of my own flesh, roast it, eat it, and recover with a potion!’

‘Maybe she didn't want to receive human sacrifices, so she offered her own life instead...’...