Tribal Chief: The one in your arms… Is that my child?
Servant: Yes, this is your daughter, but madam can’t hold on any longer…!
Tribal Chief: What, what do you mean? How’s my wife doing?
That night, the chief of a Northern tribe lost his beloved wife. Looking at the baby girl in his arms, he recalled the good old days when he and his wife hoped for a child while always being there for each other…
Unfortunately, all these memories became a part of the unrepeatable past. Even though his wife died while giving birth, he did not put the blame on his daughter. Instead, he saw her as a treasure left behind by his wife and swore that he would adore and cherish her as much as possible…
Young Gondul: Father, I want that old man’s hat!
Tribal Chief: Alright. I’ll get it for you.
Young Gondul: Father, I want her necklace!
Tribal Chiefl: Alright. I’ll get it for you.
Young Gondul: Father, I want that apple on the table!
Tribal Chief: Gonny, sorry. I can’t give that to you.
Tribal Chief: It’s an offering to the heroic spirits. It's not something we can eat. I’ll ask a servant to help you get your hands on a tastier apple...
Young Gondul: No! I want that one!
Tribal Chief: Gonny, don’t be like this…
Gondul made a fuss about the offering for half a day. Later that day, a female servant’s hairpin caught her attention. Even though the hairpin was the servant’s heirloom, the tribal chief still ordered her to offer it to his daughter. He thought this could pacify Gondul and help she forget the offering…
Tribal Chief: This morning I found one of the offerings missing from the altar. Who did it? Mercy will be bestowed upon those who are honest!
Young Gondul: Father, I know who the culprit is…
Young Gondul: The servant who gave me the hairpin yesterday stole the apple.
Tribal Chief: Gonny, how do you know that?
Young Gondul: She knew I wanted to eat that apple, so she stole it last night and gave it to me in exchange for her hairpin.
Young Gondul: But I knew it was wrong, so I rejected her offer. However, I didn’t expect her to eat the apple…
Female Servant: No, that’s not what happened! I did put it back… How could this be…
Young Gondul: Father, she committed a serious crime and even profaned the heroic spirits. What should we do with her?
Tribal Chief: Gonny is a good girl. I'll take it from here. Servants! Take her away!
The female servant disappeared since and as the day went on, people gradually forgot about the incident, all except Gondul. That night, after the servant carefully put the apple back to its original position, Gondul seized this opportunity to steal it again. She could never forget the satisfaction and the sweetness of the apple she enjoyed at the moment she took a bite of it...
Gondul: This mead is excellent. Compared to this, everything I drunk in the past is rubbish.
Elder: Lady Gondul, you have a very good taste. However, nothing except Lord Odin’s divine wine can be called the best wine in the world.
Gondul: Lord Odin’s divine wine?
Elder: Right, but I’ve never had the chance to taste it. I’ve only heard rumors.
As years passed, Gondul grew into a beautiful and elegant lady. On the outside, she was the tribal chief's perfect pearl, but underneath her perfect image, she was an alcoholic who always had a glass of wine in her hand. Abusing her identity as the chief’s daughter, she often forced the elders to offer her their precious wine, but would then throw it away after taking a single sip. Her next target was Odin’s divine wine and there was only one way to obtain it…
Elder: Lady Gondul, it is going to take us two more days before we arrive at Asgard. Let us put up at this inn for the night.
Gondul: Did you finish the task I gave you?
Elder: Yes. I have already bribed the residents to guide all the other processions toward the wrong direction.
Elder: We must pass through this area while heading toward Midgard.
Elder: If they head toward the opposite direction, all the other princesses will have to spend twice the time to arrive at Asgard…
Elder: By then, the selection of valkyries should have ended already.
Gondul: ... Then what about that procession?
The elder turned his head to look at the direction Gondul was referring to. He saw a beautifully-dressed maiden, who was riding a horse while accompanied by a few soldiers.
Gondul and the elder assumed she was a princess; it seemed that a fish had escaped from Gondul’s “net”. Just as the elder thought about bribing the innkeeper to poison their food and water to prevent them from advancing, Gondul smeared soil all over her body, dashed to the march and pounced on a handsome soldier…
Gondul: Help my tribe, please!
Soldier: What, what happened? Please stand up first…
Gondul: My tribe is being attacked by Demons and we are heavily outnumbered. I sneaked out from the tribe with this elder to seek help…
Gondul: But no matter who we asked, no one was willing to help us, not even the valkyries…
Soldier: Not even the valkyries? How could this have happened?
Soldier: Unity has been established among parties in the Northern Alliance. Allies should always offer help to each other, especially those in danger.
Gondul: I also don't understand why no one is helping us… boohoo…
Soldier: Your Highness, what should we do? Your Majesty will not send reinforcements to help them without Your Highness’ request…
Princess: This is troublesome… I never would have thought the valkyries wouldn’t be helping those in need…
After contemplating for awhile, the princess's kind nature urged her to give up on joining the valkyrie selection and head home to ask the king to help Gondul. Gondul claimed that she had to find more people to help her tribe, so she declined the princess’s offer to join their march back to the princess’ s country. After the princess’ procession left…
Elder: Lady Gondul is shrewd as always to come up with such a brilliant idea.
Gondul: Stop fawning and do your duty. I don’t want to see another princess in my way again.
One day before the selection of valkyries, Gondul arrived at Asgard. She hoped to be the only candidate, but as she entered the hall, she noticed that there were already two princesses standing in the hall. The two princesses had set off earlier than everybody else and even arrived at Asgard on the day Gondul set off, avoiding Gondul’s trap.
As the sun set, the hall was enveloped in afterglow. The candles were flickering, their lights shining unsteadily upon the three candidates. Giallar the Hornist then slowly walked into the hall and announced the beginning of the valkyrie selection.
There were three sessions in total. The candidates would compete against each other in fighting techniques, military strategies, and loyalty. In the first session, Gondul lost to the hunting country’s princess; and in the second session, Gondul was no match for the fishing country’s princess.
After the two sessions finished, it was already night time. Giallar announced that the third session would be held the next day. The three candidates were allowed to rest before their final battle they even stayed in the same room. Then, they began chatting…
Princess of Hunting: If I become a valkyrie, I can use the granted power to help my father fight off Demons.
Gondul: What a lofty ambition! I hope you succeed.
Princess of Hunting: Thank you. We are rivals; I did not expect you two to be this friendly.
Gondul: It does not matter who the valkyrie is as long as she can protect the North.
Princess of Fishing: That is very kind of you to say.
Gondul: And I think, as a valkyrie candidate, I should not have any secrets.
Gondul: Listen to this: I have already tried Odin’s divine wine. To avoid being discovered, I concealed my true powers in the previous competitions...
Princess of Hunting: What?!
Gondul: Everyone in Asgard has drunk the divine wine. I found out about this after coming here.
Gondul: And I have asked an elder to give me a bottle of it. I got it right here. Let's drink it to obtain the power together and fight off Demons!
Princess of Fishing: Is this… true?
Without speaking another word, Gondul handed the two princesses a glass bottle. It was half full with honey-colored liquid that shimmered in the candlelight. Gondul then grabbed two wooden cups nearby, filled them with wine, and passed them to the princesses.
Gondul: Cheers to the future of the North!
Giallar: Gondul, where are the two other candidates?
Gondul: I do not know… I have not seen them since this morning.
Giallar: Lord Odin, only Gondul is present. Please decide how we should handle this matter.
Odin: Gondul, I know everything you did, but I still chose you. Do you know why?
Upon hearing Odin’s words, sweat broke out on the back of Gondul’s neck.
There was utter perplexity in her expression as she stared at Odin. Gondul recalled every step to her plan last night, trying to figure out what she had done wrong — adding poison into the mead, persuading the princesses into drinking the poisonous mixture, leading them into a forest miles away from the hall when they were drowsy, and leaving their unconscious bodies there… It was a flawless plan.
Odin: Valiancy is not an absolute quality for valkyries, while ruthless ambition is necessary.
Odin: Desperate times call for desperate measures. I hope all valkyries can understand this principle.
Odin: The divine wine will help you understand your responsibilities. Gondul, do not disappoint me.
Gondul lowered her head without answering. She took a sip of the divine wine she had been longing for and thought to herself: ‘mead is way better than this…’
Crown Prince: I am respected by the people and courtiers. In the past, I have led the army to fight against Demons and have returned victoriously…
Gondul: My decision represents Odin’s will. How dare you disobey my order? Lord Odin thinks you only possess bravery and that you lack wisdom.
Gondul: You are useless to the Northern Alliance! Guards! I now sentence him to permanent exile!
Crown Prince: You devil…!
Before the crown prince could finish cursing her, Gondul lifted her scepter and asked the soldiers to pull him out for execution. She then summoned another prince, who was young and handsome, and announced his succession to the throne along with his absolute loyalty to the Northern Alliance…
After drinking the divine wine, Gondul became a valkyrie whose main responsibility was to crown the kings of northern kingdoms. At first, she selected kings according to Odin’s set criteria. However, she gradually realized that she was only Odin’s pawn.
She, the chief’s daughter who could always do whatever she wanted in the past, was with no doubt discontented with being controlled. Her godly power also allowed her to see how a new king seized the throne through usurpation. Her heart began to fill with rebellious rage…
Gondul: I have the right to appoint someone king. Anyone who disobeys me shall be deemed rebels, where death is the only punishment.
Gondul: Your Majesty, you have just witnessed the fate of a disobedient rebel.
Gondul: Now I ask you: are you going to pledge your loyalty to me, Gondul, or the faraway Lord Odin?
New King: If it weren’t for you, I couldn’t have seized the throne from my brother.
New King: I hereby swear my unswerving loyalty to Lady Gondul. I will always believe in Lady Gondul for your pure and wise decisions.
Gondul: Always keep those words in mind.
Gondul pointed her scepter at the new king, as an implicit order where he must kiss the scepter as a ritual of promise…
By then, there were more than ten crown princes and tribal chiefs who had already kissed the scepter and swore their loyalty to Gondul. However, as the scepter’s power originated from Odin, Gondul was unable to completely control the kings' will and mentality. When the kings had to make critical decisions, they never betrayed the Northern Alliance...
Gondul: Offerings, divine wine, men… I have possessed them all and this scepter allows me to get even more…
Gondul: But I can never truly possess its power! As long as Lord Odin is alive, I am always his subordinate, always restricted by his powers…
Gondul: To annihilate him… Well, I guess I know what I need to do.