Chapter 56 – The Goddess of Beauty… Rejected!
"I am… beautiful, aren't I~?"
Freya's gentle whisper flowed through the air like a spring breeze drifting through a quiet valley—soft, seductive, and capable of shaking anyone's heart to its core.
Even Akira found himself almost swept away by her allure for a brief moment. But just before he fully succumbed, clarity returned to his gaze. He pulled himself back from the edge of her irresistible charm.
Freya—the Goddess of Beauty and Love. Even though the gods who descended to the Lower World had sealed away their divine powers, her charm remained overwhelmingly potent.
As the very embodiment of Beauty, Freya's presence was beyond mortal comprehension. Even other gods had fallen in love with her at first glance. That was the true power of a goddess who ruled over beauty itself.
"You're… indeed very beautiful," Akira admitted softly, his eyes calmly observing the divine figure before him.
There was no denying it—Freya was the living manifestation of elegance and desire. From the tips of her silver hair to the curve of her legs, every inch of her exuded perfection and temptation.
"How adorable. I feel like spoiling you already~" Freya purred, her smile playful and inviting.
Yet she didn't seem flattered or surprised by the compliment. To her, such reactions were routine—utterly predictable.
Freya Familia was one of the most elite factions in all of Orario. Every single member was an extraordinary talent, shining like stars in a crowd. They were the chosen ones—the celestial children.
And the only reason such talented individuals could be gathered under one banner… was Freya's charm.
Behind closed doors, the Familia wasn't exactly harmonious. Each member carried a proud, stubborn personality—typical of geniuses. Even Ottar, the captain, wasn't universally respected. The only reason they cooperated was because of Freya's will.
But the moment Freya gave a single command, the entire Familia would move as one. Disputes were forgotten. Egos were shelved. Because to them, Freya was everything—their goddess, their faith, their reason for being.
If she asked them to end their own lives, they would do it without question. That was the sheer gravity of her presence.
With the grace of a blooming lotus, Freya stepped closer. Her elegant dress slipped slightly off her shoulders, revealing skin as smooth and pale as porcelain.
"I'm sorry, Lady Freya, but I think you've misunderstood me," Akira said abruptly, his tone polite but firm. "Yes, I do acknowledge your beauty. But… I already have a goddess who holds my heart. So, once again, I must apologize."
"Oh? Didn't you just say I was beautiful? Then why reject me?" Freya replied, her tone light, her smile unfazed.
"You are beautiful," Akira nodded. "But here's the thing—I have principles. I'm not interested in a goddess who belongs to everyone. I prefer a goddess who belongs to me alone."
"Oh my~? A goddess who belongs only to you?"
Freya chuckled, her voice like a silver bell.
She didn't mind being called "everyone's goddess." It was the truth, after all, and she never denied it. In the world of gods, flirting and seduction weren't seen as taboo. Freya was known for charming and conquering any god she found attractive.
The values of mortals—morality, fidelity, restraint—meant nothing to the gods. Their perspective was entirely different.
But what Akira said just now… a desire for a goddess that was his and his alone… that was practically a fantasy.
The gods lived for eternity. With such an endless lifespan, everything eventually lost meaning. And with their selfish nature, loyalty was rarely something they held onto. Not for a century. Not even for a decade.
In Orario, many mortals had once formed bonds with gods. But none had ever truly possessed one.
For a human, a hundred years was a lifetime.
For a god, it was just a single day.
"No need to worry," Freya whispered seductively. "Tonight… I'll be yours alone."
A subtle wave of charm filled the room—an invisible spell that wormed its way into one's subconscious like a sweet poison.
Akira's eyes began to blur, his focus wavering—as if sinking into an ocean of desire. But then, like a splash of ice-cold water, his mind cleared.
"Thank you for your attention, Lady Freya," Akira said calmly, reclaiming his composure. "But once again, I must decline. My heart already belongs to another goddess."
"Another goddess?" Freya raised a brow. "As far as I know, you're only close to two—Hephaestus, your Familia's goddess… and Hestia."
"My, Lady Freya, you seem very well-informed about my private life," Akira replied with a dry chuckle.
"Of course~ A cute little thing like you? How could I not be curious? So I looked into it, just a little," she said playfully.
"Well then… why don't you take a guess?" Akira offered, folding his arms.
"Hestia, perhaps? She is a virgin goddess. Normally, a relationship with a mortal would be out of the question. But since coming to the Lower World… well, the rules are a bit more flexible."
The gods were divine because they stood above all. But once they sealed away their powers and stepped into the mortal world, their perspectives began to shift.
Stripped of their godhood, even someone like Hestia—with her freeloading habits and childish demeanor—would revert to a radiant, sacred deity once her powers returned.
"I'm just friends with Hestia," Akira said. "We met through Hephaestus, actually."
"Oh? You speak both their names so casually… Don't tell me—the goddess you're talking about is Hephaestus?"
Freya's expression stiffened.
Hephaestus was… peculiar among the gods.
She wasn't a virgin goddess, but she'd never once been romantically involved with any deity. The reason was simple—no god ever desired her.
Among perfect divine beings, Hephaestus was considered flawed. A mistake. A crack in divinity.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Akira said, without a hint of sarcasm.
"Beautiful...? Haha… Oh, you sweet, naive child," Freya burst into laughter.
"All goddesses can be called beautiful. But Hephaestus? She doesn't deserve the title."
To Freya, Akira's admiration for Hephaestus was nothing more than misguided idealism. If he saw her true face, she believed, that illusion would shatter. The goddess he admired would become something monstrous.
But the moment Freya's words left her lips, Akira's expression shifted dramatically.
The relaxed look on his face vanished. In its place, a chilling intensity filled the air—cold and heavy, laced with murderous intent.
Yes. For the first time since entering this room, Shin Akira revealed killing intent.
Of course, Freya noticed. But she showed no fear.
To her, being a god was enough to place her beyond any mortal threat. And if danger did arise… Ottar was right outside.
"…Lady Freya. You've gone too far," Akira said, his voice low and steely.
"Too far, hmm? What if… once you see Hephaestus's real face… you can't say the same thing anymore?" she replied, her tone still teasing, but now tinged with cruel curiosity.
Her eyes gleamed with twisted interest.
She imagined the moment Akira saw the goddess he worshipped as she truly was. What would he do? Would his ideal crumble?
Would he break? Despair? Cry?
Freya… was looking forward to it.
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