Suppressed the strongest Familia single-handedly!
The sheer power of the "Berserker" sent shockwaves through Orario. Adventurers and Gods alike searched frantically for his whereabouts, only to find nothing. The craze showed no signs of dying down. Meanwhile, Roy was chilling in another world, embodying the vibe of: The man isn't in the city, but the city is full of his legends.
Soon, people began to think back: Why exactly did the "Berserker" fight the Freya Familia?
Goddess Freya!
The bored-to-tears Gods pieced together the sequence of events. The Berserker started by looking for the Benevolent Mistress pub on Daedalus Street, which suggested he was mentally unstable. But he claimed Goddess Freya was working there, causing the situation to snowball. This drew out the Freya Familia, who tried to silence him only to be slaughtered, losing dozens of high-level adventurers in the process.
Normally, the entertainment-obsessed Gods wouldn't observe things so closely, but this involved their beloved Freya. When their "lower brains" took over, these "simps" looked at every detail through a magnifying glass.
They reached a logical conclusion: The Berserker was a high-level adventurer who had lost his mind due to his obsession with Goddess Freya. And the next part was even more interesting.
The Gods' breathing grew shallow with excitement. The Berserker had a special skill, [Fiery Eyes], which could see through any magic! This skill had correctly identified the hidden spells of Allen and Hedin, so its reliability was top-tier. Therefore, if the Berserker said Freya was working at the pub, it was almost certainly true!
This was the weight of power. A Level 7 doesn't just make jokes like that. Mortals were generally serious and meticulous—they weren't like the "Fun-at-all-costs" deities.
Roy's "Berserker" persona had two goals: to slap the Freya Familia across the face and to establish credibility for exposing Freya. Both were a massive success. The effect was immediate; the crowd outside the Benevolent Mistress grew exponentially. Everyone was peeking inside, trying to find the real Freya.
However, the "Goddess Transformation" was a miracle; not even the Gods could see through it. Only the Three Virgin Goddesses had a chance.
Syr stood at the door with a forced smile. "Deities, Lady Freya really doesn't work here. Please don't be fooled by rumors."
"Syr-chan, I think you are Freya in disguise," one male god said with a sleazy grin. The lecherous gazes of several gods swept over her, sending a chill down her spine. Though the Berserker hadn't named names, the clues were everywhere—like Freya using a Familia member to cast a disguise magic that even Gods couldn't pierce.
Honestly, many gods were already certain Syr was Freya. The reason was simple: the Falna. A God cannot have a Falna. Almost everyone at the pub was a former adventurer with a Falna; the few who didn't have one became instant targets. Syr was one of them.
Syr was exhausted. Ordinary adventurers just took a look and left, but these bored Gods wanted to stare at her twenty-four hours a day. Worse, she couldn't even take a day off. Taking a leave now would be an admission of guilt.
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"Get the hell away! Don't ruin our business!" Mia roared like a lioness. The sound was deafening, making eardrums throb. Adventurers and Gods scrambled back, but they still lurked around the corners, watching.
Finally, Freya faced her ultimate challenge: the tall, red-haired Goddess—Loki.
Loki sat down boldly inside the shop, her squinty eyes opening to stare at Syr with intense interest. Syr groaned inwardly. Loki was one of the most troublesome deities, no less sharp than the Virgin Goddesses. No matter how well Helun imitated Freya's aura, Loki's keen observation would eventually find a crack. This was why the real Freya always attended the Denatus herself.
Freya had balanced her two identities perfectly: the noble, elegant, and seductive Freya vs. the sunny, cheerful, and lively Syr. Loki frequented this pub with her Familia and had never suspected her. But once the dots were connected, the discrepancies began to jump out.
The longer Loki stared at Syr, the wider her grin grew. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing. "Hahahahahahaha!" Loki slumped over the table, howling. She wasn't just laughing because she found the truth; she was laughing because Freya had been exposed and was suffering.
Syr's face was as dark as a thundercloud. This week had been a nightmare! Her members were crushed by the Berserker, she was being harassed by simps, and now Loki had outed her. Everything started with that "Berserker"!
Mia sighed and closed the pub doors. It had come to this.
Outside, the crowd grew even more excited. The moment the Freya Familia attacked the Berserker, they had essentially confessed. Syr Flova was Freya.
Inside the pub, Syr didn't transform back into Freya, but her aura shifted instantly. She played with a lock of her hair with a slender finger. The "Goddess Transformation" only allowed her and Helun to swap appearances; it wasn't a shapeshifting tool. The game was over.
Seeing Syr stop acting, Loki's face soured briefly. I can't believe I didn't notice sooner. But then she remembered Freya was the one losing out the most, and her mood turned as refreshing as a cold beer in summer. Freya, however, wanted to tear the "Berserker" to pieces. She was so angry she was seeing spots.
Her divine intuition told her something was wrong. In a thousand years, Level 7s were rare. Suddenly, a Peak Level 7 pops up out of nowhere—and he's a "fanatic fan"? Who would believe that?
"Someone is setting you up," Loki noted, asking with a grin, "Who did you piss off lately?"
Freya pondered for a long time. "Too many to count."
"You really are a piece of work, always eyeing other people's 'children'!" Loki snapped. Freya's lust and possessiveness were legendary. Once she found a "soul" she liked, she'd use her beauty to claim them.
"The most recent major move... would be that child's trial," Freya muttered, revealing her scheme against the Astraea Familia.
"You even went after Gale? There are only a few kids left in Astraea's house, and you still had the heart to strike? You deserve to be exposed!" Loki fired off a volley of insults.
"It's not like I can control it," Freya said like a spoiled girl. Her lust and the Authority of Beauty were inextricably linked. She then looked at Loki seriously. "Loki, I need a favor."
"If it's troublesome, count me out!"
"Go test the 'Justice Sapling' of the Astraea Familia."
Loki frowned. "You think the person setting you up is a kid from Astraea's house?"
Freya shook her head. "No, I'm investigating everyone. But Astraea is... difficult to deal with."
"So you're pushing the hard work onto me?"
"I trust your observation. Not even I can hide from your eyes."
The two deities talked. "Fine," Loki agreed. "I'll go ask Astraea, but not for your sake." She rushed out excitedly. Brat, I finally caught you! Her "Ais-tan" had been depressed for days after losing to Roy, and "Mama" Riveria had been acting strange and distracted. It all started with Roy. Loki was determined to strip his secrets bare.
Freya's eyes flashed with a strange light. She could see the color of souls. Roy's soul... how to put it? It was muddy, dark, violent, cunning, and sinister, with flashes of murderous bloodlust. It was like a collection of all the world's evils. She saw none of the purity she usually admired in "children." That was the main reason she held such malice toward him; a boy like that didn't deserve to stand next to a radiant Elven girl like Lyu.
Based on his soul's light, he was clearly a very vengeful person. That was why she suspected him. But he shouldn't have known about her scheme—no, she preferred to call it "helping Gale regain her ideals."