— A student, you say? — The King raised an eyebrow, rubbed his chin with a finger, and looked suspiciously at the stranger. — So, perhaps it would be better if you married Vergil? Then my Clefbert won't be left without a wife, and everyone will be happy.
While preparing her answer, Gulveig realized that she didn't know whether to take this as a joke or seriously, and whether she would be executed on the spot for attempting to contradict the king. Without raising her head, she hopefully looked at Gungnir (meaning a quick glance).