After an agonizingly awkward dinner where Freya had made a blatant attempt to seduce — and, by extension, ensnare 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 .
"Loki!" Ron let out as he threw his arms around .
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 seed 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 her slave left a sour taste in my mouth.
"You should get so rest," I said. "Take the large bed if you want. I'll stay in the living room."
Ron hesitated for a mont before nodding. "Yes... Okay."
He shuffled off to the bedroom.
As soon as the door clicked shut, I let out an exhausted sigh and slumped onto the sofa, the cushions barely providing any comfort. My body ached-not just from fatigue, but from the lingering effects of the Sin of Sloth's attack.
A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I instinctively clenched the fabric of my shirt over my heart. The wound might not have been visible, but it was there.
For a few hours, I remained there, resting as best I could despite the discomfort.
When I finally opened my eyes, the world outside was cloaked in darkness. The moon hung high in the sky.
"If I'm going to do this, now is the ti..."
I rose to my feet, stretching briefly before grabbing my cloak. Quietly, I moved toward the door.
"Cleenah, I'll need your help," I whispered, stepping into the corridor.
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Her words sent a jolt through , and my heart began to race.
Finally.
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I glanced at the necklace again, its fiery amber jewels gleaming with an unnatural brilliance
under the soft glow of the room's lanterns.
Sure, it could really look like a Godess's jewel now that I look at it again.
'You're saying Freya got spoiled by the Goddess and inherited her jewelry?' I asked, trying to make
sense of it.
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'Convinced of what?'
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