Chapter 674: Goal: True Depravita (I)
"I know what you wish to do, but it will not work," Angelo said gravely, not leaving Vlad in suspense. Seeing Vlad’s eyes narrow sharply, the Viking leader immediately continued his explanation, "The tournament will begin in two years. There’s no immediate deadline for inscription, but only Vikings of the younger generation are eligible to participate."
Vlad’s heart sank slightly as a deep frown creased his brow. Even if he managed to reach Valhalla, it appeared the tournament would not accept an outsider like him.
The rage that simmered within his heart began to burn brighter and hotter, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. A cold fury radiated from him, dark and foreboding.
Angelo sensed Vlad’s burning hatred, and his own expression darkened with profound shame. The mighty Viking lowered his head, feeling dishonored by the behavior of his people.
Vikings were supposed to embody uprightness, honor, and straightforward strength, yet the way his homeland was handling Freya’s case was clearly unjust and deceptive—utterly unworthy of their proud traditions.
Angelo stared at the young Depravita for a long moment before finally speaking again.
"There is, however, one silver lining," Angelo offered, his voice heavy with reservation. "Since the rules stated that all young Vikings could participate, Freya herself is also eligible to compete in the tournament."
Surprise momentarily flashed in Vlad’s eyes at these words, and for a brief instant, hope sparked anew within his heart. If Freya could secure victory, she might regain control over her destiny.
However, Vlad quickly suppressed this optimism, his expression growing colder once again. He sneered bitterly, eyes narrowing in disdain and disgust.