Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

And so, the girl Seele was born.

And the one who started it all—Helen.

For the first time right now, I wish I weren't a goddess, but a girl.

Emotions resonate at this moment.

The emotions shared by the goddess resonated within me:

"Go ahead! The capricious empress suddenly wants to go on a tour today."

On the Tower of Babel, Freya's eyes widened as her gaze passed through the towering building and met that of the silver-haired street girl standing at the entrance of the tavern.

Seele smiled and waved, her mouth moving but the sound was inaudible, yet Helen knew it was 'Go quickly.'

now.

The goddess who stood high in the sky has disappeared; all that remains here is the older sister who worries about her younger brother's safety.

With a clang, the tabletop was knocked askew, and the wine glass on it shattered and fell to the ground.

Before Otta, who was standing outside, could react, Helen donned a black cloak and rushed down from the throne.

……

Northwest Street, Orali.

At noon, Freya, shrouded in a thin black veil, stood before the Deankaite treatment center. Due to the activity of the dark faction, the center was never short of patients, and everyone entering and leaving wore an unyielding sorrow on their face.

After calming her breath, which was erratic from the rapid journey, Freya slowly stepped over the three steps and entered the main hall.

in the hall,

The little saintess held a test tube filled with red solution, took a drop with a dropper, and let it fall into an ordinary high-grade elixir.

An eerie bubble rose, bursting forth a wisp of emerald mist imbued with a rich vitality.

When she saw the woman shrouded in a black robe, exuding an eerie atmosphere, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Excuse me... is this goddess...?"

“I want to ask about something.” Freya paused and slowly removed her hood.

"Which ward is the injured person who was brought in this morning by the 'Poem of Ganesha' currently in?"

"Uh... Frey..."

Amida's breath caught in her throat, and she stammered as she opened her mouth, completely captivated by the allure of the goddess of beauty.

Noticing the sudden silence in the shop, old man Dean Kate, who was drinking tea and playing with birds on the second floor, came downstairs. When he saw Freya's true face, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"This...isn't this Lady Freya? It's an honor to have you here!"

Dean Kate's eyes gleamed with Farley's image: "What have you come to buy this time? Elixirs? Or prosthetics?"

Helen's transformation magic was so powerful that even the gods couldn't see through it. Dean Kate displayed the hospitality expected of someone facing the city's biggest faction.

"neither."

"Could it be that you're tired of those male gods and want to make fun of this old man? Hehe, it's not impossible." Dean Kate's face was flushed as she awkwardly tapped her finger.

"...You've misunderstood. I just want to know where that brat who caused such a disturbance in the city all night is now." Freya stroked her chin and rolled her eyes at the old man.

"That kid? He's long gone."

"Not here?! Dead?" Freya's tone was heavy, and her face instantly darkened.

"Oh, no. They were taken away by their leader."

"What about treatment?"

"Amid has taken simple measures."

He paused for a moment and explained, "However, I think that kid is acting strangely. I reckon it's nothing serious. Hmm?"

While Dean Kate was still explaining, Freya had already turned and disappeared at the end of the street.

He stroked his beard: "Hmm, could it be that he's really taken a liking to that kid? That's true, that terrifying vitality, even I'm somewhat tempted. And that blood..."

Dean Kate was unaware that because of his sudden outburst, the Soma Familia was nearly wiped out.

Chapter 26 My younger brother is gentle and kind!

Maintaining her goddess transformation, Helen donned her hood and weaved through the crowd.

From near the northwest gate of Deangate, past the central Tower of Babel, continue straight until you reach the Soma clan's residence near the commoners' quarters on the southeast street.

The Soma clan was unusually quiet at this time of day; apart from a few drunkards lying by the roadside, there was hardly anyone around.

This is an extremely incredible thing for a large clan with a total number of nearly a thousand people.

Freya took a deep breath, staring at the Soma Familia's encampment, which was separated by a fence. She was about to activate her charm to make the drunkard inside open the door for her.

She took a step forward, and a dark shadow loomed over her from behind.

"Lady Freya. If this continues, it won't be a farce anymore."

A burly man, standing two meters tall and sporting round pig ears, appeared behind her. His face was resolute, his muscles as defined as iron, and beneath his simple vest were eight well-defined abs.

“Ota…” Freya turned around, staring at the towering warrior and reprimanding him, “Do you want to stop me?”

“No.” Otta’s lips drooped, and he lowered his proud head.

“I just want to make sure this is your will. After all…”

"If this continues, it could turn into a power struggle between factions."

Although he didn't know the details of the matter, he wouldn't allow Helen to use the goddess's identity to cause unnecessary trouble for her clan.

Furthermore, during this dark period, there are spies from various factions everywhere on the streets. If the leader of the city's largest faction is assassinated by accident, the consequences could be dire.

Otta's eyes held worry and reproach towards Helen.

“Ota.” Helen’s panicked expression instantly turned solemn and noble: “Cooperate with me.”

……

"……Yes."

Hearing the familiar tone and command, Ota nodded subconsciously.

That was the will of the goddess, and the shrewd pigman already knew it.

When I looked at Freya again, that unique aura of a goddess of beauty had vanished.

A barely perceptible look of defeat flashed in Helen's eyes. Even though her appearance and divine power could be replicated through magic, she still couldn't learn Freya's unique beauty—the beauty that reigned supreme.

In a sense, Helen was nothing more than Freya's puppet. That's why Ota was willing to obey the orders of a mere level 2.

Helen shook off her slightly dejected mood.

She felt no dissatisfaction, only disappointment at not meeting Lady Freya's expectations. But right now, there was one more thing to confirm!

"Ota, open the door."

"Yes."

The straightforward pig-man obeyed the goddess's will, easily breaking open the barrier sealing off the Familia with a single hand. Freya stepped inside, ignoring the drunken Familia, and headed straight for the most luxurious room.

Passing through the courtyard hall, entering the townhouse through the main gate, walking along the corridor, and turning the corner, I encountered a cat-like figure handling some tasks:

"Hey, who are you?"

Freya raised her head, her long eyelashes fluttering: "Take me to see your commander."

"Yes..." The cat-man's eyes drooped instantly, and with a silly grin on his lips, he turned and led Freya toward the room on the top floor.

Without any hesitation, Freya pushed open the door to the carved gold goblet.

The loud thud startled Chanis, who was deep in thought about the Charles Plan.

"Who?!"

He turned his head and in the next instant saw a face of unparalleled beauty: "Frei..."

Before I could even be surprised.

"Shut up."

A pink light flashed in Freya's eyes, and Chanis's shoulders instantly relaxed; he had already lost consciousness.

She walked with graceful, cat-like steps, past the desk displaying exquisite wines, and came straight to Chanis.

She slightly raised her head, and her bewitching lips, like those of a witch, parted slightly:

"Tell me, where did you hide Ciel?"

Helen secretly blamed herself for her negligence. She remembered that her parents had been members of the Soma Familia, but she never expected that her younger brother would also be included in the Soma Familia.

“Charles? That brat isn’t here right now,” Chanis replied blankly.

Freya pulled up Tsannis's collar: "He's so badly injured, and you're saying he's not here right now?"

"He went to the underground city."

"What? You brought him back just to force him to go to the dungeon?" Freya slammed Chanis to the ground, scattering tables and chairs and shattering wine glasses.

"Don't you know what state he's in?"

Even after being angrily thrown to the ground, Chanis remained expressionless as he answered the question: "Ahem, he went there of his own accord."

"Impossible. That child is so weak and afraid of pain; he could easily get lost. How could he possibly go to the underground city on his own initiative at this time!"

“In the past, every time I carried supplies home with my parents, I would cry and beg my sister to hug, kiss, and lift me up so I could stand up!”

Helen grew angrier the more she thought about it.

They actually forced someone like Ciel to go to the dungeon!

Freya smiled sweetly, "You must have forced him. Why did you force him?"

With that, Freya flew into another rage and kicked Chanis once more. His body was cut by shards of glass, and he slid several meters away.