I love time travel the most!

With the reputation of the goddess Freya, it would be easy to get rid of a persistent guest.

Moreover, Freya ignored his argument with Boffman and instead sent someone else out, conveying her intention not to interfere in his feud with Boffman while doing him a small favor.

Rozo was naturally delighted.

Afterwards, Freya explained her purpose.

"Among the slaves who were just brought here, there is a child who has caught my attention. May I see her?"

"Of course, no problem! Hey! Bring them all over here right now!"

It seemed that Rosso already knew Freya was coming before Boffman even reminded him. Without hesitation, he immediately did as instructed, ordering his men to bring the newly arrived slaves here.

"What a terrible color."

"What a terrible view."

The two unconsciously began to mutter to themselves again.

Before the slaves were summoned, they looked around.

The merchants and guests looked radiant, while the slaves bowed their heads like sinners.

These countless people have lost their honor and dignity, and despair is not only written on their faces but also deeply imprinted in their souls.

They shut themselves off, abandoned everything, and there wasn't even a single slave seeking salvation or praying to the gods.

A suffocating atmosphere.

Xiaolin unconsciously clenched his fist.

"hehe."

The goddess chuckled softly again.

The ambiguous laughter annoyed Kobayashi, who couldn't understand what the goddess beside him found so funny. However, in response to his questioning gaze, the goddess looked on with even greater interest.

"?!"

Kobayashi immediately became alert.

I lowered my head, not daring to look.

"It feels suffocating, doesn't it?"

The goddess's whisper reached my ears, sounding like a sigh.

Only Boffman noticed this, and fearing he might displease the goddess, he nervously kept secretly observing Freya's expression.

Fortunately, the other party wasn't angry.

After some time, the slaves, under the merchant's command, came out and stood in a row under the sun.

Perhaps due to the long journey, everyone wore an exhausted expression, and the elderly and young children, exhausted, seemed on the verge of collapsing to their knees at any moment.

Only Rozo wore a shrewd smile: "Sorry to keep you waiting! These are the goods you ordered. They were just delivered today, what do you think?"

Freya didn't answer, but instead walked forward with the group.

Kobayashi stood there watching her retreating figure.

Ignoring any pleas for help or infatuated glances, the goddess of beauty examined the appearances of each slave one by one. Then, she finally found the girl she had encountered earlier.

A fragrant breeze wafted through the air, and only then did the slave girl notice a shadow stopping in front of her.

When she looked up, she couldn't help but gasp.

Freya curled her lips into a smile and domineeringly lifted the slave girl's chin with her fingers, forcing her to look into her eyes.

"..." The slave girl remained silent.

"your name?"

“...Ari”.

Unable to resist the goddess of beauty, the enslaved girl briefly stated her name.

Her voice was like a harp playing in the desert night, clear, melodious, and beautiful.

Freya narrowed her eyes, quite satisfied with the slave girl.

"Lady Freya?"

"I've decided what I want to buy."

"Oh! That's wonderful!"

Luo Zuo was overjoyed to be chosen by the goddess.

It looks like this will be a pleasant deal.

The goddess looked around, and everyone was captivated by her every move, their eyes fixed on her.

"So, what kind of product do you want..."

"Everyone."

Everything seemed to freeze in time; all sound vanished from the slave market in that instant, and the only constant was the scorching sunlight streaming down from the sky.

Whether it was the slave girl named Ari or everyone else around, everyone suspected they were hallucinating, standing stiffly in place, staring blankly at the goddess.

It wasn't that they were captivated by the other party's divinity, but rather that their explosive words left everyone stunned.

Under the gaze of the goddess, Rosso managed to let out a terribly off-kilter exclamation:

"—What did you say?!"

"I've already said it, I want not only your current inventory, but all the children in the market!"

Freya made this demand in a capricious manner.

In this still, bustling slave market, the goddess wore an exquisite smile. It was the unique smile of a goddess of beauty, a smile that promised to grant any capricious, unreasonable, or tyrannical request.

Only children make choices, adults want them all.

The goddess not only wanted everything in the store, but also everything from other people!

Kobayashi then realized just how irrational and capricious Freya truly was.

Hey--

He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating, but he heard eight sighs of different sounds.

The goddess declared loudly, "Such a filthy sight is truly unpleasant. Besides, the town is small, so it's impossible not to see it. These slaves are too much of an eyesore! You can do whatever you want after I leave, but while I'm here, don't let me see these eyesores."

She followed her own feelings and made demands freely, which is why she bought all the slaves.

“My Goddess!” Rozo cried out, “Excuse my boldness, but the price of slaves is not so low. If you want to buy them all…”

The implication is that Freya might not be affordable for everyone.

however--

Freya's smile deepened as she looked at the slave trader before her to confirm.

"who am I?"

"...You are the goddess Freya."

Where are my clansmen?

"...Freya Familia".

What is our title?

"...the most beautiful and powerful goddess and her retinue who control all the wealth and fame in the world."

A large amount of cold sweat appeared on Rozo's forehead.

So Freya asked one last time, "Then, I'm going to take all the slaves with me?"

"...I will obey the divine will of the Goddess!"

Rozo could only kowtow and obey.

Upon seeing this, the other merchants who had been standing there turned pale with fright and began to imitate Rozo's actions, kneeling and kowtowing to show that the entire slave market was willing to submit to the goddess.

The next moment, deafening cheers erupted from the crowd, as if the whole world was applauding her.

"oh------------------------------------------------------------!"

The volume was so loud that even Xiaolin couldn't help but cover her ears.

Some were overjoyed, some wept with happiness, and some even knelt with their hands clasped together, praying to the goddess. The slaves roared with fervor, shaking the entire city.

Then, maintaining her usual elegant demeanor, the goddess instructed Boffman to advance the money and prepare for the transport of the slaves.

Boffman, his tongue already tied in knots, said, "Lady Freya, where...where do you intend to send them? Forgive my incompetence, but even the properties owned by the merchant guild cannot accommodate so many slaves..."

There were at least several hundred slaves who were bought, and he really couldn't arrange for them all.

Freya raised a finger in response. Upon realizing she was pointing to an island in the oasis, or more precisely, to the largest mansion on that island—a deliberately domed, castle-like structure—a bad feeling immediately arose.

"Lady Freya, could it be...?"

"I also want to buy that house."

"Lady Freya?!"

Boffman stared in disbelief, as if his jaw had dislocated.

Xiaolin also frequently glanced at him.

This whole sequence of events truly has the feel of a domineering empress-type wish-fulfillment novel. Even though the other party is a goddess, and even though the two protagonists are of the same sex, they still can't help but frequently glance at Freya.

After all, who could resist a fair-skinned, beautiful, wealthy, and powerful goddess with such charisma? Even Aqua, who is also a goddess, is completely incomparable to her.

I couldn't help but sigh and rub my forehead.

That stupid, immoral goddess—it would be a success if she didn't cause him any trouble or make things difficult for him; she absolutely shouldn't have any strange or inappropriate thoughts about her.

"……Um?"

Amidst the sea of ​​jubilation, a gaze fell upon him, a gaze that was familiar, fervent, and yet somewhat uneasy.

The goddess raised her head and looked away.

Freya turned around and walked gracefully to Ari, forcefully taking the hand of the girl who had been freed from slavery, and led her towards the largest castle in the oasis.