Chapter 358.2. Ashtaroth’s True Identity

“Hmph, you, after losing your body, seemed to have enjoyed playing in the Demon God’s costume. Was it fun?”
“Hehehe. I can say it was reasonably enjoyable. I’d say it was a more clever use than how you use me, foolish old man.”
“Whatever. You fool.”
The two exchange banter. Grandpa Odin looks displeased. Now, it’s probably time for Mii-chan to introduce herself. She’s the only one meeting him for the first time.
“Hello, Just a Head-san. I’m Takano Miu, a 2cond-year middle school king starting the day after tomorrow.”
She bows energetically, displaying a Mii-chan smile with a little nod.
“Well, well. That’s a polite greeting. My name is Mimir. I’m the well of knowledge that knows all things. The wise Mimir is what they call me. Uhyahyahya.”
The severed head responds with laughter, enjoying itself. Its true identity is Mimir’s head.
Mimir was originally an ancient giant sage living in Mimir’s Well. Legends say that his wisdom and knowledge comprehended all things, and there was nothing he didn’t know.
Odin sacrificed an eye to Mimir and gained wisdom. Mimir’s head alone was returned to Odin, and his companions because the giants had cut off his head.
Odin resurrected Mimir with magical power and consulted with him constantly. However…
“You seem to know about me, and that’s correct. That old fart there revived me, but it was only my head. He just used me to create the Mimirpedia!”
“That analogy is quite modern. Well done, Mimir.”
“I know, right? I grasp everything in this world. Everything is in the palm of my hand. Observing and predicting all phenomena is what this Mimir does!”
Mimir answers proudly. He seems confident in his knowledge, but I have one question, so I ask.
“You couldn’t predict being just a head, though?”
“…You must predict carefully. See, you have to search… you understand, right?”
Mimir mumbles awkwardly. It turns out that even with an information-gathering artifact, there are limitations to utilizing omniscience.
Grandpa lost to the preparations for the Ragnarok. It seems that no matter what power you have, there are limits.
“But still, think about it. Helheim used Mimir’s omniscience as a core to overwrite the world, right?”
“I-i-i-indeed. If it’s Mimir, he can comprehend everything from a single raindrop. If wishes cause a world overwrite loop, there’s no better divine tool.”
Frigg-oneesan, who returned from being a hamster to a goddess, holds out the now-empty plate. No more refills!
Freya looks at Mimir with a complicated expression, speculating on everything that has happened until now.
“As the  Frigg and Freya lassess say, I was disguised and sealed as Astharoth. No, I should say I pretended to be sealed .”
I see. We’re of the same knowledge system. No one noticed the deception.
“Even though it was for the looping the world’s sake, she did well. Helheim had guts.”
“Thanks to that, the world is in shambles. Mímir, it’s partly your fault.”
The gods’ plans usually span thousands of years, so Mii-chan finds it overwhelming. She flop down on the sofa, feeling exasperated.
“Hmm? Destroy the world? Oh, you mean Helheim’s plan?”
“Huh? Is there something different?”
In response to Mimir’s words, Grandpa Odin furrows his brow. Indeed, there’s something about his wording that’s intriguing.
Getting up from the sofa, I turn towards Mimir. Unconcerned with the attention, Mimir responds.
“What Helheim did wasn’t about world destruction, you know?”
“She doesn’t intend to descend and rule when the world collapses?”
In response to Grandpa Odin’s words, Mii-chan also agrees, nodding along.
“Mii-chan thought so too.”
“Hmm, I see. Certainly, part of that is correct, but it’s not entirely accurate. Helheim, with her power, can’t control this world. At best, she can become the chief god. She can manipulate only a part of the Golden Threads.”
“Being the chief god is good enough. Besides, Niflheim is on the brink of collapse. If one reigns as the chief god of the new world, wouldn’t that be satisfying?”
What more is there to ask for? You’re becoming the king of this world; there shouldn’t be a problem.
“…No, Helheim has experienced the Ragnarok. She probably thought she would experience a Ragnarok again.”
Grandpa looks bitter, and Mii-chan agrees, nodding.
“That’s right. So, what they came up with was complete domination of this world. A method to manipulate all of its power. For that, there was something they needed to obtain.”
Grandpa Odin looks bitter, and again clicks his tongue, as if realizing something. He’s frustrated that his guess was off.
“What is it?”
“It’s, well… that.”
I’m surprised by what Mimir reveals. To think she was considering something like that. I see.
“Whoa, is the story over? I’m not sleeping, not sleeping at all, okay?”
After hearing Mimir’s revelation, Heimdall’s voice echoes in the now-silent room.
I thought he wasn’t joining the conversation. But it seems he was just asleep after all, this Neetdall.