Angel Monarch-Chapter 525: Date in Asgard

They discussed the plan late into the night. The sound of celebration echoed from the streets below as the entirety of Asgard came alive with lights, colors, music and the telltale sound of fighting.

Both Sera and Bea felt tired from the conversation, so they decided to continue the talks tomorrow.

Odin was gracious enough to let them both stay in a prepared room inside one of the castle's towers. However, before that, they wanted to explore Asgard!

From the Allfather they learned that while most of the city's population loved fighting, it was actually forbidden in the streets surrounding the castle. In reality, it wasn't allowed anywhere in Asgard other than the specially prepared Arena, but this rule was only enforced near the castle.

With calmness and excitement burning in their hearts, Sera and Bea leaped from their balcony. The magnificent woman disappeared into Sera's golden petal dress, while the Angel spread her pristine white wings.

She cruised down on gentle winds, safely landing near the castle gate. Reluctantly, Bea turned back into her humanoid form... She would've preferred continuing to hug Sera's naked body, but exploring the city with her didn't sound bad either...

The guards stationed near the castle greeted the Last Angel. They were both Valkyries, but not the usual riff-raff that Melinda and their friends fought in Valhalla. It seemed these two actually took their guard jobs seriously.

They stood with straight backs, clad in glowing golden armor. Their golden feathered wings stayed close to their bodies, but they would snap in motion if anyone with ill intent approached. They held golden spears covered in Runes, which meant Odin must've gifted them.

Sera nodded in greeting, while Bea bowed from her waist, mocking their stuck-up posture. However, neither Valkyrie even glanced at the World Tree, which made her annoyed.

A large garden surrounded the castle, which would've been beautiful at night, but the city's constant noise spoiled the serene mood. Not like either woman wanted tranquility. Instead, they thirsted for chaos and fun!

They left behind the garden after a few minutes of exploring and ventured onto the main street. A long cobblestone road stretched for kilometers, with large buildings opening on either side.

Most were taverns or places for gambling, but there were also elegant restaurants and high-grade cocktail bars.

The night began a while ago, so most people walking along the street weren't sober, and Sera spotted many stopping in alleys to vomit or connect deeply with other drunkards. The sound of their moans got drowned out by the constant shouting of drunken joy.

Sera and Bea walked down the main street for a kilometer before deciding which establishment they preferred visiting first. Their stomachs rumbled as the fragrant smell of freshly cooked food reached their nostrils, pulling them towards a street vendor.

It had a snaking line, but since it moved fast enough, they decided to wait it out. The drunkards stumbling in the line glanced at Sera's wings once, then turned away without care. In fact, a lot more people were interested in Sera and Bea's backsides and cleavages, then the pair of Angelic wings.

They also might've mistaken its pristine white color for the gold of Valkyries. Either way, Sera felt relieved that nobody would bother her or Bea.

"Hey, aren't you the Angel who beat Thor's ass?" said an excited voice from behind Sera.

A sad sigh escaped the Angel's lips as she cursed under her breath. The hopes of nobody recognizing her vanished in an instant.

However, the person who called out wasn't prepared for Bea's angry reaction, as she whipped around. One glance from her fierce greenish-gold eyes was enough to deter any other curious bystander.

The fast-moving line soon disappeared, leaving both women standing before a tiny man with a long beard... A Dwarf.

His stand offered many to-go meals. Strangely, there was modern food mixed with more ancient dishes, but Sera and Bea preferred to try something more exotic.

Sera ordered a deep-fried whole fish with a side of cooked potatoes, while Bea got herself a paper plate full of meatballs covered in a light brown sauce.

Strangely, the Dwarf didn't ask for payment, but still Sera minted a tiny, fingernail-sized silver coin with a pair of angelic wings printed on each side. The poor Dwarf nearly passed out as his trembling hand lifted the invaluable material.

However, before the vendor could've thanked the Angel, they'd already disappeared. The people waiting in line began pushing forward, trying to get a glimpse of the coin. The Dwarf kept his new prized possession away though, which caused quite the commotion.

Luckily, the guards soon intervened and fixed everything... They beat up the troublemakers...

Bea and Sera, unaware of the disturbance, walked to a quieter part of Asgard, where people played live music on the street. Some bystanders clapped and sang along to whatever song played, while others danced in the middle of the road.

The Angel and her date partner sat at the edge of a beautiful, carved, white marble fountain. It depicted two figures dancing. One wore a majestic long dress; the other was covered in an elegant suit.

Neither figure had a face, but judging from their bodies and appearance, their genders were easy to guess. The statue didn't have any color, except for a strange pink pocket watch, which dangled from the woman's pocket.

They stared at the intriguing statues for a few minutes while eating their tasty meal. This time they held their desires under control and didn't feed each other in a sexual fashion.

Instead, both women leaned on each other's shoulder and listened to the peaceful violin player standing only a few meters away. It was a young girl who played. Her face was glistening with sweat and smeared with dirt. The long skirt, her shirt and stockings all had holes, revealing her frail, weak body.

But while her clothing and body were filthy and weary, the violin she played masterfully looked perfect. It didn't have any nicks or dirt on its surface, which created a sad contrast.

Her vibrant melody filled the air near the fountain. It carried deep elegance mixed with undertones of playfulness. However, while her music's artistic value was far above the regular fast-paced slop every street performer made, it drew little to no spectator attention.

After ten minutes of constant playing, the young girl sighed. She stopped playing and glanced at the violin case spread out near her legs. Barely a dozen golden coins gleamed at its bottom, which could maybe buy a day's worth of meals.

She bent down to put away her instrument when a gentle clink echoed through the air. A lonesome silver coin flipped around its axis and landed cleanly in the violin case.

The young girl, confused, reached out and lifted the coin. The nearby streetlamp shone onto its surface, which depicted a pair of angelic wings.

Her eyes gradually grew wide as she recognized the material. She wasn't imprisoned in Dark Prism, like many others, but she heard the stories about Aerin. Even she could recognize a coin made of Divine Metal!

With evident excitement, she jumped to her feet and glanced around to thank whoever had given her such a precious treasure. However, to her disappointment, the small square with the fountain remained empty.

After finishing their meal and paying for the live music, Sera and Bea continued exploring.

Next they entered a fancy, less rambunctious tavern with only half a dozen regular customers. They all took second glances at Sera's Angelic wings, but nobody bothered the pair, and the barkeep served them like any other customer.

They both sat on barstools and ordered non-alcoholic meads. Strangely, the customers and the barkeep were more surprised by the order than the Sera's wings.

"Not many people order something alcohol-free, I assume," said Sera with a small, kind smile while taking a sip of her mead. It tasted amazing, but she couldn't help but feel it missed a vital ingredient, which would've truly elevated the drink to divine levels.

"You're quite right, Lady..." the barkeep stopped talking while staring at Sera with an awkward expression.

"My name is Seraphine, but you can call me Sera," she began, but as her eyes moved towards Bea, a mischievous idea popped into her head. "But you should call her Queen Bea. She'll get angry otherwise."

Bea, who was currently chugging the golden mead, slammed the wooden mug on the bar. She coughed a few times after the drink went down the wrong pipe, then gave a death glare to Sera.

"If anyone dares refer to me with a stupid title, I'll gut you!" she declared, her booming voice echoing throughout the tavern.

Sera chuckled and took another sip. Bea also couldn't hold a straight expression, and soon both women laughed together, which calmed the terrified customers' and barkeep's nerves.

A few seconds later, while refilling Bea's cup, the barkeep continued...

"La—... I mean, Sera... Nobody really orders non-alcoholic beverages in Asgard. We only came out of the Pocket Realm a few weeks ago, so everybody is still celebrating our newfound freedom... Anyway, when did you come to visit our city, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Only this afternoon. I haven't seen much yet... Do you have any suggestions or recommendations?"

The barkeep chuckled for a second, then glanced towards the ceiling with a thoughtful expression.

"Well, if you want a peaceful night, I suggest finding a different city. Asgard is known for its great food and drinks, but what it truly excels at is the parties!... I suggest visiting one of our many underground dancefloors, where the music is loud enough to rattle even a Transcended's bones and the mood is always high!"