In the secluded cottage of the dragon tamer Selwyn, an unexpected guest quite literally dropped in from the sky.
The visitor, covered in wounds and clearly exhausted, had not a single truthful word to say. He claimed to be the divine heir to the throne and insisted that with just a little help, he could return to the divine realm to reclaim his rightful place.
Loki: "I, the heir to Asgard, swear to make you a high-ranking official if you help me reclaim my throne—"
Selwyn: "Hold on a second. These kinds of scam texts aren't popular anymore."
——
The God of Mischief opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in a bubbling cauldron. His first thought? He was about to be cooked and eaten by some uncivilized savage.
But after a moment of silence, the other person calmly explained: "This is a cauldron filled with dragon blood that can heal wounds."
Loki: "…"
On closer inspection, this person had rare spell-casting materials scattered all over the place!
It was time to regroup and make his triumphant return to Asgard!
