Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 772: Surprise!

"By the way uncle I've brought the cold flame oddity that you requested." Finally broaching the topic that originally brought him here Frost retrieved the partially sealed earth rank cold flame oddity that he had won during the first family gathering.

"Thank you for allowing me to study it for so long, it's been very helpful in my training." Though reluctant to part with an item that could still help improve his strength it was not his to keep. His father had only borrowed the flame.

Shivali stared at the still partially sealed cold flame in Frost's hand, its silver lustre reflecting in his eyes. He did not move to take hold of the flame, instead he blinked several times as though confused.

"Your father didn't mention anything?" Shivali's nose twitched slightly, a sign of him becoming irritated.

"….He did mention that something had to be discussed, a choice that would eventually be up to my own discretion, but he strangely avoided giving any information on it saying that it was a surprise." Frost remembered the brief interaction he had with Dark when they 'discussed' his visit to the realm of Niflheim.

'He had a weird expression on his face as he spoke but stressed repeatedly that it wouldn't be something bad and if I agreed to it I might be able to keep the cold flame oddity and or perhaps receive something even better.'

"That damn bastard!" Abruptly Shivali smashed his fist against the armrest of his throne and loudly cursed, losing all decorum as a King and Primordial God.

"He hasn't changed in all these years. Avoiding issues that he finds awkward and irritating while enjoying watching others clean up his own mess." The entire throne room shook as Shivali's anger rose. He should have expected as much, his damn friend probably looked forward to his son's surprised and shocked expression when the bomb dropped.

'Dark you mischievous brat! You're already so old and still you enjoy playing this little game….Fine if that's how you're going to play then I'll make damn sure you pay a high price.' Shivali gradually calmed himself, promising to plunder Dark's treasure vault sometime in the future as compensation.

"Uncle?" Frost however was left puzzled by the whole situation, oblivious to the reason for Shivali's anger.

"Sorry about that Frost, I lost my composure for second there." Shivali took some deep calming breaths; his divine power quickly mending the small cracks and damages that his outburst had caused to the throne room.

The Primordial Ice King looked down at his nephew with a mixture of pity and expectance. Though he wasn't quite as bad as his friend Dark he too had a playful side. One didn't live for as long as they did without picking up a few eccentric quirks.

"If we're going to discuss this now then I'll have summon another person." Shivali's eyes lit up again, his divine energy spreading throughout the palace until honing in on a large training room on the east side.

Here the walls were formed out of 50,000 year old ice mixed with metals and crystals to provide an incredibly durable finish. Bodies of A-rank spirit soldiers lay on the floor out of breath, riddled with bruises and the occasional broken limbs.

And in the centre of these defeated soldiers was a valiant young woman standing with a spear resting across her shoulders. She appeared disappointed with the results before her, outnumbered yet still she hardly broke a sweat.

Such training had now grown pointless and dull.

"Khione please come to the throne room immediately." As the young woman was sighing Shivali's voice entered her ears causing her to suddenly jump in fright.

"Fucking old man how many times have I told you not to do that!" She hated being caught by surprise, it made her feel weak and vulnerable.

Unfortunately Shivali didn't speak again forcing her to come to him if she wanted to scold him.

"Trainings over weaklings, those with serious wounds make your way to medical before returning to your duties." Khione slammed the butt of her spear against the training room's floor, gave her order and left the defeated soldiers to recover on their own.

"The young Princess has advanced leaps and bounds….we can no longer provide her a proper challenge." One of the A-rank spirit soldiers injured by their recent training spoke with a mixture of shame and extreme pride.

To see their Princess surpass them in strength despite her young age brought them great joy, she was the shining glory of their realm. But with her current rate of improvement they were quickly becoming nothing more than a hindrance to her, too weak to protect her from danger and too weak to bring out her true strength in training.

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Khione was in need of stronger opponents, ones that fought differently than what she was used to and more importantly ones that weren't bound by a duty of protection if she wanted to continue her rapid rate of improvement.

The Primordial Ice King being the doting father that he was knew of his daughter's growing predicament and had devised a possible solution.

"Frost have another drink and relax; my youngest daughter will be here shortly." Said Shivali with a warm smile, focusing on the positive points of what was about to occur.

"Your youngest daughter?" Frost was quite intrigued at the possibility of meeting another child of the Gods, yet he was still in the dark about the why.

"Khione, the apple of not just my eye but the eyes of all her elder siblings and my many wives." Shivali spoke with obvious affection.

'Khione huh.' Frost had to admit he was quite curious to see the young woman that made his uncle radiate such parental pride. Given who her father was he wondered if they'd have a lot in common.

Frost thus did as requested, he sat back against his chair, enjoyed the luminescent beverage summoned by Shivali and patiently waiting for Khione's arrival.

Several minutes later the sound of loud stomping could be heard coming from beyond the throne room's doors.

Shivali visibly twitched as did the many statuesque guards residing in the throne room upon hearing the familiar gait of the young Princess.

'She's pissed.'

'When is she not.' The guards telepathically talked to one another, hoping that the damage this time would be minimal.

Khione was known among the guards by a certain title, The Raging Valkyrie. A name that highlighted both her beauty and her crazy personality.

Boom!

The thick ice doors were flung open by a forceful kick revealing the visage of a young woman with a spear in her right hand.

Upon seeing her, Shivali brought his left hand to his forehead and started massaging his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Just why was his youngest daughter like this?

Frost stopped sipping his drink, his gaze landing squarely on the young woman.

'She's beautiful.' Although he had grown somewhat numb to beauty given his own appearance and those of his two lovers, he found himself unable to avert his gaze. While Maya held a gentle almost ethereal beauty, and Daki was of the seductive and bright variety Khione was colder, valiant and perhaps closer to handsome.

She bore the air of a fierce and honourable warrior, a nature similar to Frost's but deeper ingrained. Her form didn't appear as soft as Maya's nor as shapely as Daki's instead she shared a similarity with the amazons who had passed through his territory recently but much, much stronger. Every inch of her body was like a perfectly forged weapon, bursting with strength.

Even her large breasts seemed to have the power to easily crush steel between them if she so desired. This was not a woman you'd want to get on the bad side of.

Frost's charmed state was unfortunately broken a moment later by the woman's aggressive words.

"The fuck do you want old man!" Her journey from her training room to here only fuelled her irritation. Khione unlike the majority of her siblings hated the throne room, seeing it as nothing more than a boring place filled with old farts.

"Khione we have a guest." Shivali was moment's away from bursting a vein. How could his daughter speak to her father in such an aggressive way especially in front of Frost, did she even respect him at all.

"Hmm good looks, decent physique but weak so who cares." Khione briefly glanced at Frost, his looks were certainly appealing, even her beautiful father failed to match him in some areas. If she was one of her elder sisters then she'd likely be swooning right now, but she wasn't. Khione's prime directive when it came to the opposite sex was strength and Frost failed miserably.

"Ow, words hurt you know." Frost seemed to be more sensitive than usual to being called as such.

"So does my fist, care to see which one of them hurts more pretty boy." Khione cracked her knuckles and showed a clenched fist in his direction. She was serious in her threat but at the same time rather curious.

'He's got balls I'll give him that.' Few ever dared to look her in the eyes let alone complain to her face.

"A little." Frost responded honestly and without any forethought, his lips instinctively forming into a wild smile filled with 'desire' something he immediately regretted.

Khione was clearly at the A-rank and not entry level either, she could therefore easily destroy him with a single blow.

Luckily for him she was so blown away by his audacity that she didn't react immediately giving Shivali time to intervene before things became too chaotic.