[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [15] Investigating The Castle

After an agonizingly awkward dinner where Freya had made a blatant attempt to seduce me—and, by extension, ensnare me into becoming her loyal slave—I finally managed to excuse myself and escape back to my room.

As soon as I opened the door, a familiar figure rushed toward me.

"Loki!" Ron let out as he threw his arms around me.

I stumbled slightly, caught off guard by his enthusiasm. "I was only gone an hour," I said with a wry smile, gently patting his back.

"I… don't like this place," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

"Neither do I," I replied.

Who would like this place? 

The air itself seemed tainted, heavy with the oppressive energy of servitude and submission. The people here were little more than brainwashed masochists, their minds and bodies bound to Freya's will. And at the heart of it all was Freya herself—the master of this twisted domain, whose obsession with making me her slave left a sour taste in my mouth.