"The only reason I didn't acknowledged your correction that your soul will be going to Valhalla is simply because there's also Freya's realm of Folkvangr and according to the poetic Edda poem Grimnismal, she chooses half of warrior dead, and then the other half of warrior dead go to Valhalla," Arawn stated. "My familiarity with the Norse pantheon death realms is the poetic edda, as translated by Benjamin Thorpe, well as Hel's facts," the God added.
As for his qualifications, that was what outraged him massively. The comment about his students not being able to trust him and he could walk around saying what he wants and people will believe him ecause he's the boss and the teacher, outraged the god. That was an insult to his entire being and who he was. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"The previous headmaster was a disorganized chaotic God who spent a lot of his time avoiding all work and at the time I was already doing all the work for him. When he departed, I simply stepped up since i was already doing all the work," Arawn stated, his tone cold and calm. He refused to show the other that he was outraged. Arawn was rarely questioned about his skills, but he was genuinely impressed with the other. The God was amused partially. As he watched the other place the one document out of place back into place, Arawn resisted the urge to say something.
"And as for my qualifications, there's centuries. Bold to just immediately think that one thing I said incorrectly that I am unqualified to teach or lead. You forget, Vitas, that I am the ruler of the Annwn, the Celtic underworld. I've commanded the realm of the dead for centuries. I am more than qualified to lead as headmaster. A lot of the improvements you see around the university campus were implemented in the time that I've been headmaster, a mere two years.As a teacher here for the past six years, I saw what worked on campus and what needed adjustment. It is how I approached ruling my realm," he stated. His tone grew colder and colder as he spoke, soon matching the same monotone as Vitas.
"The fact that you see me unsuitable is rather admirable. Who would be more suited to lead than a ruler himself? Would you rather I leave my posts and do absolutely nothing at all?" He asked, laughing without amusement.
As vitas coldly declined his invitation for tea and dessert, Arawn crossed his arms in casual nonchalance. "That's fair. I did say it was your choice. Can't say I'm a bit disappointed, but to say that you'd rather dine with the pigs than share a meal with me is extremely cold. But the invitation is always open, should you decide that a 'lazy usuitable god' is someone worth talking to," he said. He then turned on his heel, still outraged that the other had the audacity to say something like that.
Arawn had put in a lot of effort in his work, how he taught and even as headmaster, how he supported everyone. He was a former council member, a death God with immense power. To imagine that he was brought down so low by a mere demigod who had no idea what went into what he did. As a professor, he always made sure that his students passed the class and knee what they were doing. As a God, he ran his domain and realm with little interference and little to no incidents. As headmaster, he ensured that the campus was safe for everyone. He rarely meddle in the way the others taught, only occasionally dropping into classes just to see what they were studying.
Arawn left the archives and first headed to his office to drop off the notes before grabbing a book and heading to the Cafe he mentioned. He needed to de-stres from the partially traumatizing encounter and a good book and a cup of tea would be perfect. He settled in a corner, next to the window and took a deep calming breath.
