In a sealed room, a man and a woman sat across from each other.
The woman was none other than the glamorous Ivanka Trump, while the man sitting opposite her was not Balder—but a stern, imposing middle-aged man.
He was the true master of the estate beneath their feet—Ivanka's father, Donald Trump.
Trump studied the daughter he valued most, both as blood and as heir.
"Ivanka," he asked gravely, "are you certain all of this is real?"
The descent of a divine Apostle, the revelation of impending calamity, the whisper of wars between gods—
Even for someone like Trump, a man who had long stood at the top of power and wealth, it was not easy to accept.
Ivanka shook her head slowly. "Father, whether I believe it or not doesn't matter. That's something you taught me."
Her eyes gleamed with calculation. "That being showed power—and I saw opportunity in it. That alone makes it real enough."
If profit existed, then "truth" was secondary.
But, of course, if that profit never came to fruition, the backlash would be just as severe.
That was how a family ruled by capital viewed the world.
Trump nodded, a trace of pride crossing his face. "Ivanka, you've grown. You're becoming my perfect jewel."
"Thank you, Father."
Ivanka smiled, a bright, practiced smile that blended beauty and intellect perfectly.
Trump lowered his gaze to the file in his hand.
It contained every scrap of information they'd gathered: the blazing sun that had torn through the night sky, the Apostle's arrival, the "divine revelation" depicting two superpowered figures—and, more importantly, every known detail about the so-called Apostle himself.
Even trivial things—like the brand and flavor of the coffee he drank—had been recorded.
After reading through everything carefully, Trump finally looked up.
"Ivanka, based on these findings, which god do you think this Apostle serves?"
Ivanka frowned slightly. "Father, there are far too many gods of light."
Indeed, light was one of the most symbolic divine powers—nearly every pantheon had one.
The Greek Apollo, the Christian God, the Japanese Amaterasu, the Chinese Heavenly Emperor…
Too many to count, and each one a supreme being in their own mythology.
But one thing was certain: no god of light had ever been weak.
Trump chuckled softly. "Ivanka, my jewel, you've matured—but not quite enough. You're overlooking something."
Her brows arched. "What do you mean, Father?"
"First, his appearance. The man has features similar to ours. That rules out the Eastern pantheons—and the black or tribal ones."
He continued,
"Among the Western pantheons worth mentioning, only four remain—
The Monotheistic system, the Roman, the Greek, and the Norse."
"You said this Apostle denied our Christian God, so that eliminates the Monotheistic path.
As for the Romans and Greeks, their light god is the same—Apollo.
That leaves only two possibilities."
"The Greek god Apollo—or the Norse god Balder."
Ivanka's eyes sparkled, and she smiled sweetly. "Just as expected of you, Father."
Of course, she could have reached that conclusion herself. But as a daughter, it was only polite to let her father have the spotlight.
Sure enough, Trump laughed heartily. "Excellent, Ivanka. You already know how to handle yourself. Then you know how we must treat this Apostle."
Whether he served Apollo or Balder, both were top-tier deities.
Their Apostles were not something to be treated casually.
"I understand, Father," Ivanka replied smoothly.
"I'll deliver the findings to him right away."
Trump nodded approvingly.
As Ivanka rose, her movements deliberate and poised, his gaze lingered thoughtfully.
"Ivanka," he said suddenly, "before you go—learn more about the Greek and Norse pantheons. Especially what they have in common."
Ivanka stiffened slightly, but her sharp mind grasped the meaning immediately.
The Greek gods were notorious for their chaos and lust.
The Norse gods were less indulgent—but Odin himself was well known for his… appetites.
As for Balder, the god of light—there were no clear records of such behavior. Yet even he had a wife, the goddess Nanna.
In short, neither pantheon shied away from beauty or desire.
And as the Trump family's most dazzling jewel, Ivanka's greatest weapon was her allure—her sensual, commanding presence.
If she could use that to forge a "connection" with a god…
If she could even bear a child of divinity—
Then the Trump family would ascend beyond the mortal world.
Not just rulers of nations, but participants in myth itself.
A glint of ambition flickered in Ivanka's eyes.
"I understand, Father."
Elsewhere, Balder was savoring a glass of strong liquor.
In his previous life, he'd never been fond of spirits—but his divine memories, shaped by the rough-and-tumble Asgardians, had left him a taste for it.
Knock knock.
A measured, rhythmic knock came from the door.
"Enter," Balder said calmly.
The door opened, and Ivanka's elegant figure appeared, her every step deliberate.
"Your Excellency, the information you requested has been gathered," she said smoothly, handing over a file.
Her eyes flicked—just briefly—toward the bottle and the half-filled glass in Balder's hand.
Liquor.
A subtle spark lit in her gaze.
If the Apostle served Apollo—the Greek god of light, music, and art—he would likely prefer refinement and grace.
But strong drink? That was far more in line with the Norse gods—warriors who reveled in battle and mead.
And since an Apostle often reflected the nature of the god he served…
Perhaps this one's allegiance leaned toward the Norse side.
Dozens of thoughts flickered behind her poised expression.
Balder noticed that glint in her eyes and couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at his lips.
Of course he'd done it on purpose.
He would never declare his identity outright—that would be far too crude.
But letting clever mortals piece it together themselves?
That was far more convincing.
After all, the truths people discover always outweigh the ones they're told.
"Not bad," Balder said approvingly. "Your efficiency exceeds my expectations. When the divine power descends from the Realm of Gods—"
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, expression shifting slightly, as if he'd said too much.
But Ivanka's mind was razor-sharp.
The Realm of Gods… divine descent!
So that was why no god had ever shown true miracles.
That was why even the richest and most powerful families on Earth had never found proof of divinity.
Because the gods themselves did not exist in this world—
They dwelled beyond it.
In the divine realm itself.