in2ebook Chapter 533 Giving Every Girl a Home!
Chapter 533 Giving Every Girl a Home!
Chapter 533 Giving Every Girl a Home!
"No running away—"
Astraea left those words behind and went about her business, leaving Roy to ponder alone.
The girls were all resting, and Roy couldn't find anyone else to talk to, so he left the Star Garden and wandered aimlessly along the road, his brows furrowing more and more.
Astraea's meaning is clear.
If you don't like it, don't waste other people's time!
A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. Whether it's rejection or acceptance, there should always be a response, instead of dragging it out and making the other person suffer the torment of "waiting."
After returning from the world of Akame ga Kill!, Roy could vaguely sense a change in the girls' attitudes towards him, which could be described as "cautious," even the Amazons' Tione and Tiona were no exception.
The estrangement that has developed over the course of more than a year.
The girls of the clan still had an almost blind trust in him and unconditionally carried out his instructions, but sometimes they hesitated to speak, and sometimes they looked sad. Their expressions were as fragile as thin chips that would shatter at the slightest touch.
Before entering the seventy-second floor to confront the Titan, Roy felt it necessary to resolve this issue.
As for deciding after this battle, that's a promise he can't keep, but it also involves his own emotional issues, which is giving Roy a real headache.
Roy wandered around the streets again and again.
Using magic, golden lightning materialized into a lion mask that he wore on his face. Otherwise, given his identity, it would have caused unnecessary trouble. Many adventurers wanted to hide their identities, which was not surprising.
He started from the northern part of Orario, passing through the Twilight Mansion of the Loki Familia, the potato ball stall, the Hephaestus Spring Clan branch, and the Azure Pharmacy —
Unbeknownst to him, Roy, still without finding the answer, arrived at the "Abundant Mistress".
"Young and handsome adventurer, what are you confused about? Can I guess?"
A lively and charming voice rang in Roy's ears. He looked up and saw a figure wearing a gray cloak in the alley next to the tavern.
The delicate body was completely covered by the cloak, and before he could even see the stunningly beautiful face, the voice and breath alone were enough to make his heart race and drive him crazy. Roy instantly realized who this person was.
Whoosh!
Freya gently lifted her hood with her slender hand, and in an instant, the dark alley seemed to dispel all the gloom, revealing a bright moon. Her stunningly beautiful face, which could eclipse the stars and make all things hold their breath, was displayed before Roy's eyes.
Roy wasn't surprised that the other person could recognize him, because Freya could see the radiance of the soul.
"It's not convenient to talk here, please come to my humble abode for a small gathering." Freya smiled brightly, her delicate nose framed by cherry-like lips that were like newly blossoming cherry petals, their color a naturally full and rosy red, with a subtle, captivating, and languid smile at the corners of her lips.
Faced with the invitation of the goddess of beauty, neither gods, supreme rulers, nor heroes who have accomplished countless great feats could refuse.
"What do you want to do now? Don't forget, you are now just a subordinate god of Artemis."
Roy's eyes, however, remained completely unmoved.
If Freya dares to harbor any other thoughts, Artemis will immediately send her back to the heavens.
"Isn't that even better? Serving the leader under the divine authority and confiding in someone when feeling lost might not be a bad thing," Freya said with a smile.
Roy's lips twitched. "Am I crazy? Of all the people I could choose from, why would I need to confide in a lunatic like you?"
But on second thought, this choice wasn't so bad after all. Roy sighed, "Well, it's not good for acquaintances to know about this kind of thing."
He really couldn't find many people to talk to about this kind of thing.
Aside from family, if you approach Loki, he'll just laugh and sit back and watch the show; if you approach Hermes, he'll only want to see a hero born, and since a harem of three thousand beauties is a hero's characteristic, he'll definitely persuade you to accept it gladly; Finn and Leon are too serious and won't give you any good answers.
Others would probably call him a "scumbag" and then grab a broom and sweep him out the door.
Freya could be considered a "relationship expert" by a wide margin.
"You can be really unreasonable sometimes!"
Freya pouted, looking dissatisfied. In Roy's heart, she wasn't even considered an "acquaintance".
Neither of them could appear in public, so they retreated to the dormitory of the "Abundant Mistress" tavern.
"Come in. This is the girls' dormitory, but I don't think they'll mind. After all, if you just say the word, most of the girls would be willing to develop feelings for you that go beyond friendship," Freya said meaningfully.
"That's not what I meant."
Roy complained that he hadn't even settled things with his own girl yet, so how could he have the mind to go out and flirt with other women?
Back in her dormitory, Freya removed her cloak, revealing skin as white as snow, delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, shimmering with a warm luster.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders and back, shimmering with a silky sheen with every subtle movement.
Those eerie purple eyes were like the purest amethyst, or like a swirling galaxy, deep, mysterious, and captivating.
She truly deserves the title of Goddess of Beauty!
Roy remained unfazed, glancing at the simple, unadorned surroundings—a far cry from the luxurious palaces of the battlefield—and asked, "You live in a place like this?"
"Ugh!"
Freya feigned sadness: "What can I do? After the war game was lost, all the assets of the clan were taken away by a heartless man, and eight or nine out of ten of the money that Ota and the others earned will also be taken away."
As she spoke, she wiped away her tears while stealing glances at Roy's reaction. Seeing that Roy's expression was normal, even indifferent, she silently dropped her pretentious act and cursed inwardly, "He really is heartless."
Roy, of course, wouldn't react, because he was that hateful, heartless contractor.
All of Freya's assets were confiscated, and Ota and his companions would take more than 80% of the profits from their daily explorations of the dungeon.
Its harshness far exceeds that of other subordinate families!
Other clans would never accept this, but Freya's clan are all sycophants. As long as Freya gives the order, Ota and the others would be willing to give up even 80% or 100% of the profits.
Leaving them 20% is a strategy for sustainable development. Exploring the dungeon is not without cost; after all, Ota and the others also need to eat, drink, and maintain their equipment, which is more expensive than imagined.
Freya had no objection to this.
As long as they can establish even the slightest connection with Roy, what does it matter if they have to give up everything? Besides, Roy isn't trying to kill Ota and the others. With Roy's pressure, Ota and the others are actually growing faster.
Freya's beautiful eyes sparkled as she said, "It seems you're finally not going to avoid those girls anymore."
Roy said, "You sound like you know something."
"I know everything about you."
Freya's gaze was fixed on Roy, her violet eyes, which seemed capable of melting everything in the world, burning with an undisguised possessiveness. Her voice was soft, yet carried an all-knowing certainty.
She even sent Allen and Herren to Roy's hometown to gather intelligence, believing herself to be one of the people in the world who knew Roy best.
Before he could finish speaking...
That delicate, boneless hand gently covered Roy's well-defined hand.
Its texture is cool and smooth to the touch, simply wonderful.
Roy frowned and was about to pull his hand back.
But Freya's seemingly delicate fingers slipped through his fingers, interlocking and gripping him tightly.
"Heh!" Sensing Roy's resistance, Freya not only did not loosen her grip, but instead let out a lazy yet dangerous hum, her purple eyes showing even more interest.
"Don't go too far!"
Roy said calmly that it wasn't that he couldn't break free, but if he continued to increase his strength, he would hurt Freya; Freya's little hands, and even her arms, would be shattered.
Freya keenly caught Roy's hesitation and restraint in that instant, and the captivating smile on her beautiful lips became even more intense and alluring, like a poison laced with honey!
She leaned forward slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, her bright purple eyes gleaming with the light of a victor: "It seems—you can't bear to hurt me after all, how delightful."
"Hmm?" Roy's eyes flashed with a cold light.
Seeing this, Freya didn't push her luck. She released Roy's hand, acting like a cute and mischievous energetic girl, without causing any offense. "Just kidding, don't take it so seriously!"
Roy exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling that he had been swayed by the other party. This enchantress was truly terrifying; every frown and smile was filled with indescribable allure.
Roy gave Freya a warning look to stop causing trouble, and then recounted his own relationship problems.
Freya listened attentively to Roy's troubles.
"So that's what it was about!"
As Roy finished speaking, Freya muttered to herself, gritting her teeth. If Roy were so troubled by her, she would be overjoyed.
Those girls are so lucky, yet they don't know how good they have it!
She was also seriously considering this issue, as it was an opportunity to increase Roy's favorability.
Freya's purple eyes, unusually calm, seemed to pierce through Roy's flesh and gaze into his heart. "Roy, what are you hesitating about?"
It was rare to see Freya like this. A god's hundreds of millions of years of experience were no joke; she had indeed seen something even he couldn't perceive. Roy's expression turned grave. "What does this mean?"
Freya extended her delicate finger and touched Roy's heart. "Then let's change the question. Would you be willing to let those girls leave their clan and marry other people?"
Roy moved with lightning speed, grabbing the other's slender fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Freya, do you think I'd be controlled by such a trivial possessiveness?"
"marvelous!"
Freya's eyes were filled with infatuation, reflecting the radiant glow of her soul. She had originally intended to arouse Roy's desire, to make him break his moral boundaries and build a harem, but instead, her own heart fluttered wildly.
Roy's thinking was clear from beginning to end.
At this moment, Freya understood the other person's worries and said softly, "You know too well that you are adventurous by nature. You are afraid that you cannot give those girls happiness, which is why you are so confused."
A flickering light appeared deep within Roy's eyes.
Freya said, "Are you going to deprive those girls of their right to choose because of your own worries?"
Roy remained silent.
"Wouldn't it be better to occasionally give the girls the decision-making power?" Freya's delicate little hand transformed into a nimble and harmless serpent, climbing up Roy's broad and firm chest, her breath sweet and fragrant. "Besides, in that kind of thing, it's not a good thing for one side to be too dominant. Only when both sides work together can they reach the pinnacle of bliss—"
Roy was speechless. Only Freya could describe something like this as a sexual encounter.
"I think I know what to do." Roy stood up, took a few steps back, and created some distance.
A hint of disappointment appeared in Freya's eyes.
Roy said, "Thank you for today."
Freya: "It's nothing. Making the person I like happy is something I've learned recently."
Roy remarked, "You seem to have changed a lot."
"Yes, but my love for you will never change." Freya smiled innocently.
Roy laughed, "Spare me this time!"
The two exchanged a smile. Although they hadn't completely reconciled, things were different from before when they were at each other's throats; they could even crack a joke now and then.
Transfer to a higher position!
Spatial fluctuations engulfed Roy's figure.
He first walked through the guild headquarters and school district to complete his work for the day, until night fell.
Roy returned to Astraea's room and saw the beautiful goddess of justice once again.
Astraea asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
Roy said, "Okay, but you have to promise me that no matter what happens next, you won't get angry!"
"If you can give a satisfactory answer, then it's fine." Astraea smiled gently. She accepted all of Roy's decisions, but she was afraid that Roy would unconsciously procrastinate, harming both himself and others.
Roy shouted towards the door, "Those who want to come in, you only have one chance!"
As Freya said, Roy left the decision to his girls and never forced them, so that no one would have any regrets before defeating the Titans.
He wants to give every girl a home!
thump!
As soon as Roy finished speaking, the door was opened and the girls of the clan rushed in, their emotions more excited than ever before.
"Captain!" Tione rushed forward first, throwing herself into Roy's arms and kissing him on the lips.
"Lord Roy, I have finally waited for this day!" Chun Ji's eyes overflowed with tears of happiness.
"Daphne, I...I can wait until tomorrow," Cassandra said, her voice a mixture of joy and shyness.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think there will be a next chance?" Daphne forcefully pressed the other person down.
"Lord Roy, please have mercy on Lily!"
"My lord, don't forget we're here for you!"
Alphia, who prefers quiet, is not here.
Ryu, Astraea, Artemis, Tione, Tiona, Daphne, Cassandra, Anya, Lefia, Lily, Haruhime, Alisha, Kaguya, Argana, and Bazé!
—VS15!
An intimate and ambiguous atmosphere permeated the spacious room. A tender honey-colored blanket was spread across the messy bed. Wherever the light reached, the air became rich and mellow, and a beautiful and charming figure danced gracefully.
The silk quilt slipped down, and the deep folds concealed the burning warmth of skin against skin, telling of the utter madness of this night, and the satisfied and languid tranquility.
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