Transportation within the Reich had evolved tremendously since Berengar first came into contact with a supernatural being all those years ago. The journey from the Tyrolean Alps to the Black forest was a brief one. Travelling via high-speed rail before transferring to a five ton truck, Berengar was able to complete the journey in a matter of hours.

Here in the woodlands of old Germania, Berengar was completely free from all his concerns. There were no worries that plagued him regarding ongoing proxy wars with Japan, nor was he concerned about the internal development of his nation or even important matters of the state, such as managing the economy.

Instead, the Kaiser stalked through the forests of his homeland, desperately searching for his prey. What was this prey? The Germanic Goddess of beauty and fertility, known most commonly by the name of Freyja. Who surprisingly enough had made the ancient woodlands her home.

This was not the first time that the man had encountered a divine entity, and he was most certain it would not be his last. However, this time was different. This time, Berengar had come alone. Perhaps it was because of his brief interaction with the goddess within the depths of his dreams, but he knew deep within his heart that Freyja meant him no harm.

Despite walking through the vast terrain of the Black Forest, which had been named a national park via an act of Parliament. Berengar had still yet to find his target. Ultimately, the sun began to fall from the sky, and in its place the light of the moon shone down upon the lone wanderer. As a result, Berengar had no choice but to establish camp. Which he did via a lightweight backpacking tent meant for two people.

After eating a healthy serving of military rations, Berengar took a swig from his flask, and laid down for the night, expecting to begin his search once he had woken up at the next dawn. It was only after he had finally fallen asleep that his fire extinguished itself, and a great fog had taken over his campsite.

An alluring smile appeared on the lips of a naked redheaded beauty, who slowly walked through the camp without leaving the slightest footprint. She approached the small backpacking tent, and reached through its barrier as if she were nothing more than a spirit, silently invading the Kaiser's retreat, and entering into his covers beside him. It was only after the goddess was clinging tightly to the man that her physique became corporeal once more.

The sleeping face of the German Kaiser was far too tempting for Freyja to resist, and thus with a flushed expression she leaned over and kissed the man, who was entirely unaware of the goddess's presence. After sucking on his lips for several moments, Freyja broke away and pouted, realizing that her prey had entered a deep sleep and would not easily be woken up.

Although after several moments of thought, she thought this was perhaps a good opportunity, spurring her to reach under the covers and remove the man's undergarments. The material was foreign to the goddess, as his shorts were made of spandex, but she did not struggle to remove them.

It was only after Berengar's naked body was exposed did Freyja lick her luscious lips. Just when she was about to taste her prize, the Kaiser's mismatched eyes opened wide and gazed upon the sight of the ethereal beauty attempting to lick his cock. With a slight sigh, Berengar pushed the goddess away, and sat up, causing her to pout once more while she muttered a single phrase beneath her breath.

"So close..."

Berengar sighed in a similar fashion before shifting his stern gaze onto the goddess's naked figure, which was virtually identical to his favorite wife's, but with one exception. The Germanic runes were tattooed across her body, giving her a more primal sense of beauty than the sophisticated nature of his most beloved. With a hint of disappointment in his voice, Berengar lectured the divine woman, as if he were scolding a child.

"I find it hard to believe that you enticed me to come all this way just so you could suck my cock. If you don't explain your reasoning for summoning me, I will be leaving."

Freyja had been completely astonished by this brief interaction with this man. There was no mortal on this planet who could resist her charms, and yet despite giving herself away to Berengar, he still refused to take part in her flesh.

There was one thing she had instantly become certain regarding the Kaiser: His will was superhuman. With an alluring tone in her voice, the goddess began to explain her reasoning for summoning Berengar, no longer willing to test his patience.

"I asked you to come here for two very important reasons. The first of which is that the God who summoned you into this world desires to speak with you in the land of ice on the day of the winter solstice."

Berengar was stunned. For some time he had wanted to meet with the man who had brought him into this world, and gave him a second chance at life. However, he had not been able to find any trace of the divine entity.

He had heard previously that the allfather was responsible for his transmigration, and was easily able to guess by that title that Odin was the god behind it. However, Berengar never expected the deity to be hidden away in Iceland, a region that was completely out of contact with the rest of the world. Hell, it was very likely that the secluded island was entirely unaware about the power shift that Europe had undergone throughout the past decade.

After hearing this, Berengar was certain that he would make the voyage at the appropriate time, however, after reflecting on this for a few moments in silence, he recalled that Freyja had said there were two reasons why she had summoned him, and was quick to ask about this.

"You said there were two reasons you dragged me here. What is the second?"

Freyja instantly licked her luscious lips in the most seductive way possible, before leaning in close to the man and whispering in his ear the words she thought for sure would break his resolve.

"The gods have decided that I am to bear your child. What do you say, champion? Do you not desire to bring a demigod into this world?"

Berengar was stunned when he heard this enticing offer. Who was he, a mere mortal man, to deny the will of the gods? However, he had made a promise to the woman he loved that nothing would happen between him and Freyja, and despite being overwhelmed with an intense lust at this very moment, Berengar merely sighed in defeat, and whispered back to the divine woman who was doing her best to seduce him.

"It is a pity... Though you take the form of the woman I love, you are not her equal. In fact, you are inferior to my dear Linde in every imaginable way... I'm afraid I'm going to have to reject your request."

A hideously twisted expression formed on Freyja's pretty face when she heard such a brutal rejection. At first she could not believe her ears, but the stoic expression on the man's face, and the lack of a reaction from his lower body, proved that his words were true. She, the Germanic goddess of beauty and fertility, a figure whom all gods lusted after, had been rejected by a mortal man. To add insult to injury, Berengar made another statement that thoroughly outraged the woman.

"Perhaps if you were Nerthus I might be tempted, but alas, this is not the case..."

Upon hearing this, Freyja could no longer contain her rage. With the clench of her fists, the mist in the air suddenly turned into a chilling hailstorm, which fell at such a high velocity that it tore through the protection of the tent and pelted the man who lie naked beneath.

Blood began to pour from the wounds which had accumulated over Berengar's chiseled body, but he did not make a single move. Instead, he stared down at the madwoman while she screamed obscenities at him.

"Nerthus!?! Nerthus!?!? That old hag!?!? You desire her over me, the great Freyja? Have you gone mad!?!?! No... if it was just a matter of preference for another deity, then I would not be so enraged, but to think you dared to say that I am inferior to a mere mortal woman!?! I should hang you from the world tree with your own intestines for such a grave offense!"

Freyja's eyes suddenly glowed the color of frost, as an icy aura spread across Berengar's body, and began to freeze even his own blood. Yet there was still not the slightest look of concern on his face as he patiently waited for the goddess to vent her fury. Just before his heart froze over, a loud but aging voice echoed throughout the entirety of the forest, in doing so shattering whatever power Freyja had commanded.

"If you dare to lay your hands on my champion, I will bury you in the lowest pit of Helheim!"

The old, but gruff, voice immediately instilled a sense of dread inside Freyja's heart as she fell to her knees and bowed in the direction of Iceland with reverence. With tears flowing from her eyes, the enraged goddess was practically kowtowing as she pleaded for forgiveness from the allfather.

"Odin, I apologize. I did not mean to offend. But this mortal, he has rejected the will of the gods. Surely he needs to be punished!"

Bitter, enraged, and hopeless, Freyja continued to bow on the floor, awaiting a proper decision from the man who stood at the peak of her pantheon. In the end, Odin's voice was as authoritative as ever as he released Berengar from his constraints.

"My champion is free to go. He has deemed you unfit to carry his child. If it is Nerthus he desires, then it shall be arranged at a later date."

These words stung Freyja's already wounded heart, but she did not dare to speak up any further. Instead, she merely glared in silence at the first man to ever reject her in her entire life. Berengar cupped his hands and bowed with respect in the direction that Freyja was kowtowing too before thanking the benevolent deity for his interference.

"I thank the Allfather for his assistance in this matter. I promise to visit you at the appointed hour. Until we meet again."

After saying this, Berengar quickly dressed himself, and packed up his belongings before hiking his way out of the divine domain, no longer wanting to be anywhere near the enraged beauty whose gaze was filled with murderous intent.