In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl

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Chapter 119 The Pain of Losing Freya's Disguise

　He single-handedly suppressed the strongest clan!

　The Berserker's power shocked the entire Orario world. Adventurers and gods alike frantically searched for his whereabouts, but to no avail. The frenzy lingered, and Roy even ventured into a dungeon world, giving off a sense of "I may be gone, but my legend lives on..."

　Soon, someone realized why the "Berserker" and Freya's Familia were fighting.

　Goddess Freya!

　The gods, bored out of their minds, pieced together the whole story. The "Berserker" was initially looking for the "Mistress of Abundance" tavern on the streets of Daedalus, which indicated that she was not mentally stable.

　But the other party asserted that the goddess Freya worked at that tavern, and the matter escalated and became increasingly serious.

　This prompted Freya's Familia to attack the "Berserker," but they were killed in a counterattack, with dozens of high-level adventurers dying.

　Normally, the gods, who are obsessed with entertainment, would never observe so meticulously, but this matter concerns their beloved goddess Freya... The little heads control the big heads, and the many sycophants wish they could use a magnifying glass to examine every detail.

　Thus, the gods made a fairly reasonable deduction: the "Berserker" was likely a high-ranking adventurer who had fallen in love with the goddess Freya and therefore suffered a mental breakdown. And what happened next was quite interesting.

　The gods' breathing quickened, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The "Berserker's" special skill, "Fiery Eyes," could see through all magic in the world! This skill had seen through the hidden magic of Freya's Familia, Allen and Hedin, and its reliability was extremely high.

　So it's probably true that the "Berserker" said that the goddess Freya worked for the "Mistress of Abundance"!

　This is the impact of strength.

　With the strongest strength at LV.7, adventurers of that level wouldn't joke around with them, would they?

　It's common sense that children in the mortal realm are serious and meticulous in their work; they're not like these amusing deities.

　Roy transformed into a "berserker" with two objectives: to deliver a resounding slap to Freya's clan and to enhance his own credibility by exposing Freya! Both objectives were remarkably successful.

　The effect was obvious: the number of people, adventurers, and gods appearing at the entrance of the "Abundant Mistress" tavern increased at a visible rate.

　Everyone peered into the tavern, hoping to find Freya in person.

　But the magic of "transformation" was so profound that even the gods couldn't see through it. Only the three virgin goddesses could possibly see through Freya's disguise. The gray-haired girl stood at the door and said with a wry smile, "My lords, Lady Freya really doesn't work here. Please don't be deceived by the rumors."

　"Little sister Seele, I think you're actually Lady Freya in disguise," a male god said in a cheeky tone.

　The wicked gazes of numerous male gods swept over the gray-haired girl, sending a chill down one's spine.

　Although the "Berserker" was not named, a lot of information was revealed.

　For example, Freya used a member of her familia to perform a disguise magic that even the gods couldn't see through...

　To be honest, many gods have already decided in their hearts that Seele Frova is Freya.

　The reason is simple: God's grace!

　It is impossible for a god to bestow a favor upon himself.

　The "Abundant Mistress" tavern is mostly frequented by former adventurers who have received favors; those without such favors are few and far between and become targets. Seele Frova is one of them.

　The gray-haired girl was exhausted by the torment she received from these gods.

　Ordinary adventurers might just glance at her, but these bored gods seem to want to be there watching her 24/7. And yet, she can't even ask for leave.

　The gods had already begun to suspect her. Asking for leave at this point was tantamount to burying her head in the sand. Who was Freya impersonating? It was so hard to guess! "Get the hell out of here! Don't delay our business!" The giant-like Mia roared, like the bellow of a lion. It was deafening, making everyone's eardrums ache.

　The adventurers and gods were terrified and fled, but still hid around street corners to observe secretly.

　Finally, Freya faced her ultimate challenge: the tall, red-haired goddess Loki.

　Loki sat casually inside the shop, squinting as he watched the gray-haired girl with interest.

　The gray-haired girl smiled bitterly to herself.

　Loki was one of the most troublesome gods she considered, no less so than the three virgin goddesses.

　Putting aside her appearance and divine power, no matter how Harren imitated her, Loki, with his extremely keen observation skills, would immediately see through her disguise. Therefore, Freya personally attended the Feast of the Gods and the Assembly of the Gods.

　Freya concealed her two identities very well.

　The original Freya is noble, elegant, lewd, and shameless; the gray-haired girl is sunny, cheerful, lively, and generous.

　Loki often brought his clan members to this tavern, and she originally had no suspicions about the gray-haired girl.

　But once certain things are connected, all sorts of doubts seem to automatically emerge.

　The longer Loki stared at the gray-haired girl, the wider his smile grew. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. "Hahahahahahaha!" Loki was lying on the table, laughing like a madman.

　Loki was not only pleased to have discovered Freya's true identity, but also to see her humiliated after being exposed. The gray-haired girl's face was extremely grim.

　These past few days have been terrible!

　The members of his clan were annihilated by the "Berserker," and he himself was harassed by adventurers and gods, which led Loki to discover his true identity.

　It was all caused by that "Berserker"!

　Mia looked helpless and closed the tavern door. At this point, this was the only way.

　The adventurers and gods waiting outside were excited; in truth, the moment Freya's Familia attacked the "Berserker," it was tantamount to admitting it. Seele Frova was Freya!

　Inside the tavern.

　The gray-haired girl hadn't reverted to Freya's appearance, but the aura she exuded was exactly the same as Freya's. Her crystal-clear index finger twirled the hair under her earlobe, playing with it.

　The "Transformation Magic" can only allow her to switch appearances with Heron; it doesn't allow her to transform into whatever she wants.

　The game ended the moment they were exposed!

　Upon seeing the gray-haired girl, Loki stopped acting altogether, his face sour. He hadn't even noticed before, which meant he had been tricked by Freya as well.

　But considering that Freya was the one who suffered the most from this, Loki felt as refreshed as drinking an ice-cold, invigorating glass of wine on a hot summer day. Freya, on the other hand, felt the complete opposite; she wanted nothing more than to drag that "berserker" out and tear him to pieces!

　If they weren't in a tavern, Freya would have already started cursing and was so angry that her vision blurred.

　Her keen senses also alerted her to something amiss. For thousands of years, there have been very few adventurers at level 7. Suddenly, a top-level level 7 who could suppress all others appeared, and he was also her fanatic fan.

　Who can believe this whole mess?

　Someone is plotting against her!

　Loki noticed this too, and asked with a smile, "Who have you gotten into trouble with lately?"

　Loki was very curious: who was it that could make the arrogant Freya suffer such a setback?

　Freya lowered her head and pondered for a long time before saying, "There are just too many to count."

　"You're a slut too, always eyeing other people's kids!" Loki said irritably, thinking of an Eastern idiom—"too numerous to list!" Freya's promiscuity... to put it bluntly, she was fickle, a well-known fact among the gods.

　Once she finds a child from the lower realm that she likes, she immediately launches an offensive, using her unparalleled "beauty" to claim him as her own, and countless people have become her captives.

　"However, the biggest move recently has been that child's trial," Freya muttered to herself, recounting her schemes against the Astrea Familia.

　"You even set your sights on 'Gale'! Astraea only has a few children left, and you still have the heart to do it? You deserve to be exposed!" Loki unleashed a torrent of profanities at Freya.

　"This is not something I can control," Freya said, like a spoiled and willful little girl.

　Passion and possessiveness appear together with the "power of beauty," forming a symbiotic relationship.

　Freya looked at the red-haired goddess with a serious expression. "Loki, I need to ask you a favor."

　Loki looked disgusted. "Let's make this clear first, don't come to me with any troublesome matters!"

　Freya said, "Go and test the budding sense of justice within the Astrea Familia!"

　? ?

　Loki frowned. "You think the person who plotted against you is a child of the Astrea family?"

　Freya shook her head. "No, I need to investigate them one by one, but Astrea is a bit of a problem."

　"So you're just pushing all the trouble onto me?"

　"I believe in you. Your insight, which surpasses that of the gods, is something even I cannot ignore."

　Two gods were talking inside the tavern.

　"Alright, I'll go ask Astraea, but not for you." Loki finally agreed and ran off excitedly. "You brat, I finally caught you!"

　Loki made an excited sound. His own Aistan had been humiliated by Roy and had been hiding at home for several days, feeling depressed. Madam Riveria had also been acting strangely these past few days, appearing absent-minded in everything she did.

　Everything happened after Roy got involved.

　Having finally caught Roy, Loki was determined to strip him completely naked!

　A strange light flashed in Freya's beautiful eyes; she could see the color of the souls of children from the lower realms.

　Roy's soul radiance... how should I put it?

　It was murky, dark, violent, cunning, and treacherous, flashing with bloody light, as if it were the embodiment of all the evils of the world. She couldn't see a trace of the innocence and purity of a child from the lower realms; this was the main reason for her malice towards Roy. That boy was utterly unworthy to stand beside the elven girl whose soul shone so brightly.

　Roy's soul light also reveals that the other party is very vengeful!

　Therefore, she couldn't help but suspect the other person.

　But the other party probably didn't know about her scheme. No, how could that be called a "scheme"? She was clearly helping "Swift Wind" restore his belief and ideal of justice.

Chapter 120 Loki's Accountability

　After accepting Freya's investigation request, Loki didn't act immediately. Instead, he returned to his own Twilight Mansion and pulled the blonde beauty Ais along. The two of them, travel-worn, arrived at the Star Garden.

　Loki stood outside the courtyard and called out loudly, "Asteria, I've come to play with you!"

　Hearing the sound, the goddess Astraea opened the door, a hint of surprise on her face. "Loki, how strange, you've come to visit me." Loki chuckled and laughed it off. "My Aistan has been absent-minded these past few days, so I had to bring her out to clear her mind. After thinking about it, this was the only place I could think of." "This is the world-renowned swordswoman." Astraea's gaze shifted to the naturally naive blonde beauty, marveling at her goddess-like appearance, her innocent and adorable demeanor evoking a sense of tenderness.

　“Lady Astraea, I was very rude to Mr. Roy the other day, and I would like to come and apologize.” Ais lowered her head, having realized her mistake under the guidance of Mama Riveria.

　Information about adventurers is a closely guarded secret of their clans.

　Her unauthorized exploration of the secrets to others' rapid growth was undoubtedly like dancing on a knife's edge, especially since she had never encountered anything like this before... "It's alright, those kids don't really care," Astraea comforted the dejected girl.

　Ais gazed at the gentle and considerate goddess Astraea, as if seeing a phantom of Riveria in her, like a loving mother. "Come in and have some tea," Astraea said, leading Loki and Ais inside.

　"Hehe, Astraea, your 'justice' is still as great as ever." Loki stared at a certain part of Astraea's body, a lewd smile on his face.

　What blinded her?

　It's so magnificent!

　“Loki, you haven’t changed much either,” the goddess Astraea smiled slightly.

　Loki looked down and saw the floor beneath his flat head. He felt as if he had been struck by several arrows, and his heart was deeply wounded.

　Loki strongly suspects that Astraea has the traits of a cunning and mischievous devil, but she can't find any evidence.

　"Where are your children?"

　Loki, with tears of blood streaming down his face, changed the subject.

　Astraea replied, "Liu is replacing the magic stones on the equipment in the mansion, while Daphne and Cassandra are honing their skills in the dungeon." Loki was silent for a moment, then murmured, "It must be tough, considering what happened..."

　The annihilation of the entire clan is something even Loki cannot joke about.

　Putting yourself in Loki's shoes, you'd probably spend your days in a drunken stupor, or just run back to Heaven.

　Astraea was proud of them. "They can barely hold on, but those children are very strong. Even if they fall countless times, they'll get back up." "Yes, the children of the lower realms are much stronger than us in this respect." Loki understood this deeply. Gods are eternal and immortal, but their personalities have all sorts of flaws. Some gods even commit suicide when they're in a bad mood, since they can be reborn tens of thousands of years later; for them, it's just a blink of an eye. "Speaking of which, where's that kid, 'Sprout of Justice'?" Loki's gaze swept across the empty hall.

　Astraea remained calm. "You know, that child is about that age too."

　Loki stared at Astraea for several seconds, then suddenly understood, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face. Teenage boys, you know, you know. Half an hour passed, and the laughter in the mansion never stopped. Loki, nicknamed "The Joker," naturally kept Astraea in a good mood. Astraea covered her face and chuckled, unable to stop.

　In reality, an invisible brilliance clashed between the two goddesses, sparking intense rivalry.

　Ais could sense that something was wrong.

　Loki found Astraea's defenses impenetrable, and his attempts at verbal probing yielded no useful information. However, compared to Loki's thick skin, the goddess Astraea was clearly at a disadvantage. Without an explanation, it seemed she wouldn't leave. Astraea bluntly stated, "Loki, there's no need for further probing. What are you here for?"

　At this point, there's no need to hide anything.

　Loki chuckled and said, "It's nothing really, Astraea. You know what happened the day before yesterday, right? Freya's Familia got beaten up."

　"know."

　Astrea nodded. How could she not know? Even if it wasn't her own family member who did it, they couldn't escape responsibility. She was terrified that day. To single-handedly confront Orario's strongest family—that child really dared to play around.

　"Freya is furious! She made me investigate suspicious individuals, pushing all this trouble onto me! How infuriating!"

　So you suspect us?

　"No, no, no, I just came to visit you and casually made an appearance," Loki laughed.

　Astraea's eyes turned cold. "That sounds nice, an investigation is an investigation, but the two families are not equal in strength. The other side has the right to do so." Loki stayed until dusk. Everyone from Astraea's family passed the test; Ryu, Daphne, and Cassandra had nothing to do with what happened the day before. That left only Roy!

　"Loki, Miss Ais, good evening." Roy, looking tired and yawning, came out of the room and greeted the two. The naturally naive blonde girl nodded slightly, a hint of fierce fighting spirit flashing in her eyes.