Freya's Invitation

Chapter 330 - Freya's Invitation

"I've been here all along, Hestia. You just didn't notice," Freya said with a light chuckle, unfazed by Hestia's hostility.

"Demeter, Hephaestus, why are you with Freya?" Hestia demanded.

"Just a coincidence," Hephaestus said, shrugging.

"We saw you and Mahiro being chased on the street," Demeter added, smiling.

"Ran into Freya, so we ducked in here."

"Troublesome woman," Hestia muttered, glaring at Freya.

Since learning of Freya's interest in Mahiro, her dislike had deepened.

Truthfully, she'd never cared for Freya.

"Hestia, we're old friends among the gods. Those words sting," Freya said, her tone playful, devoid of any real hurt.

"Besides, I helped you dodge those frenzied goddesses. I deserve some credit," she added.

"Ulterior motives," Hestia scoffed.

"Who knows if you're scheming to poach Mahiro like they are?"

"Even they're smitten with Mahiro. Is it so strange I'd take an interest?" Freya replied, her voice a silken purr.

Freya's feelings about Hestia's actions at the Denatus were mixed.

She resented that Mahiro's uniqueness, once a cherished secret, was now public, sparking a chase. 

Yet, she relished the freedom it granted her—no longer skulking atop the Babel, cautious of discovery.

Hestia's move let her openly pursue Mahiro without restraint.

"First meeting, Mahiro. I'm Freya," she said, her gaze settling on him.

Mahiro resisted an eye-roll.

These goddesses were drama incarnate, spinning lies effortlessly. Luckily, he could match their game.

"Oh, my apologies," Freya said, feigning regret. "Hiding like this might seem rude."

She unfastened her cloak, letting it slide to the floor, revealing her breathtaking visage.

Mahiro's first glimpse of Freya's true form confirmed her title as the Goddess of Beauty. 

Her face blended seductive allure with an almost innocent charm, surpassing the beauty of other goddesses he'd encountered. 

Silver hair cascaded to her waist, and her luminous skin gleamed like polished jade, tempting a touch. 

Her silver evening gown hugged a figure that could ignite desire at a glance.

Even in the dim room, Freya seemed to radiate light, drawing eyes irresistibly.

Her presence dimmed all else around her.

"Don't look, Mahiro!" Hestia cried, startled.

She flung herself at him, waving her hands to block his view of Freya. 

"You can't stare at a beauty goddess! You'll fall under her spell!"

"Too late, I think," Freya said, chuckling softly. 

"And Hestia, aren't you a bit too controlling? Boys naturally admire beauty."

Her captivating smile fixed on Mahiro, her eyes burning with ardent affection.

"Freya, that's too far. Seducing her child in front of Hestia?" Hephaestus said, frowning.

"Merely displaying my beauty is a beauty goddess's prerogative," Freya replied, unruffled.

"Freya!" Hestia snapped, seething.

"It's fine. I'm not charmed," Mahiro said, gently pressing Hestia's head to calm her.

Freya, the Goddess of Beauty, embodied her divine domain. 

Her innate ability to captivate hearts and minds persisted even with her arcanum sealed in the mortal world. 

Her mere presence could enthrall anyone, regardless of gender, without effort.

Though Mahiro gazed at her, Freya's charm left him untouched. 

His system and possession of rainbow-tier mystic eyes, shrugged off mental influences with ease. 

Only god level magic could faze him, and Freya's allure, potent against mortal adventurers, was ineffective.

"Ha! See, Freya? Your cheap tricks don't work on Mahiro!" Hestia crowed, relieved by his steady tone, her smug grin returning.

Freya paused, mildly surprised by Mahiro's immunity, then broke into a warmer, more intense smile.

"Mahiro, I'm growing fonder of you," she said.

Hestia's triumph faltered, her glare reigniting.

Freya extended a hand toward Mahiro, her expression dreamy, as if inviting him to take it. 

"Join my Familia, Mahiro. Everything I have will be yours."

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