"Things like that… you see them in the Dungeon all the time. It happens every day. The weak blame others for their lack of strength, and it just turns into endless resentment between Familias."
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"This is also why, during dungeon exploration, the unspoken rule is to keep a certain distance from each other when subjugating monsters, it helps avoid a lot of problems, especially ones like this."
While the three of them were chatting, Apollo had already started picking a fight with Hestia.
When the pallum member of the Apollo Familia, Luan, appeared on stage leaning on a crutch, his whole body wrapped in bandages, performing with exaggerated humor, Fron immediately spat out his red wine.
"Cough, cough, sorry, Lord Takemikazuchi, Lord Miach, I couldn't hold it in."
Takemikazuchi and Miach helplessly took tissues from Mikoto and Naaza, sighing softly.
"Hestia's in trouble this time."
"Apollo's dug a hole for her to fall into. I wonder how she'll handle it."
Sure enough, Apollo demanded that Hestia hand over Bell Cranel, claiming one of his own had been injured, and if she refused, he would invoke a War Game.
Glancing at the farcical scene Apollo himself had staged, Fron narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd. Soon, amidst a ring of male gods, he spotted the center of attention, the elegant and enchanting goddess.
That poise, that aura, that bewitching beauty, no matter who it was, even a god, just one look at her would be enough to be captivated by her beauty.
It wasn't divine power, it was pure charm.
But Fron was an exception.
[Reader]: Immune to mental pollution.
From Fron's perspective, charm counted as mental pollution. Therefore... charm simply didn't work on him.
As a result, he was immune to that intoxicating allure.
His openly curious gaze was immediately noticed by the seductive goddess smiling sweetly while keeping her eyes fixed on Apollo.
In that instant, their eyes met.
Neither knew what the other was thinking.
Fron, 'As expected of Freya. Those amethyst-like eyes seem to pierce through one's soul. That feeling of being completely seen through... I wonder how Bell Cranel handles being spied on by her all the time.'
Freya, 'A child from Loki Familia? Fron Argon, was it? His soul is still ordinary, no brilliance, even murkier than most. For such a soul to have reached this level... how interesting.,
"Lady Freya?"
Sensing the goddess's shifting mood, Ottar, her bodyguard and escort, bowed slightly, puzzled.
"It's nothing, Ottar. But when this farce is over, wait a little. I've taken an interest in a certain boy."
Then, in her heart, she added: 'Though... this isn't our first meeting.'
Such was a god. When it came to reading hearts, how could mortals ever hope to outmatch these ancient, calculating beings?
Unless, of course, they were the kind, straightforward gods like Apollo, Hestia, Miach, or Takemikazuchi.
"Heehee, that little runt's in big trouble now!"
Watching Hestia drag Bell Cranel away in a hurry, Loki laughed gleefully.
"Fron, what do you think?"
"You want my opinion? Not much to say. Even if open conflict between Familias is technically forbidden in Orario, if Apollo Familia really wanted to do it, they could. The Guild's punishments aren't that harsh, as long as they don't destroy the city, the Guild just turns a blind eye."
No sooner had he said this than Miach frowned worriedly.
"You mean Apollo might send his followers to attack Hestia's group, forcing them to accept a War Game?"
"Lord Miach, it's been a while."
"Ah, it has, Fron. From the sound of it... Apollo really might do something that reckless."
Loki sipped her red wine, eyes narrowing as she smirked coldly.
"'Might'? Heh, knowing his history and personality, he definitely will. After all, Hestia's Familia only has one member. Apollo only bullies those weaker than himself."
If anyone else had said that, the gods might have laughed it off, but coming from Loki, and remembering her hitting Apollo's family jewels, Miach, Takemikazuchi, and even Hermes all instinctively crossed their legs and shivered.
Terrifying, one kick from Loki's high heels might send you straight back to the heavens.
Seeing their reactions, even Fron couldn't help but chuckle.
Loki's reputation as a "Great Demon King" among the gods was well-deserved. No wonder no one dared provoke her.
"Ais, Asfi, I'll be going over there for a bit. There's something I need to do."
After saying this, Fron picked up a glass of wine from a passing waiter's tray and casually made his way toward the smiling goddess standing in the corner.
Where the goddess stood was the true center of the banquet, all attention gathered around her.
Then, seeing Fron actually walking toward Freya, Loki, the gods, and the girls all froze in shock, mouths agape.
"Hey, hey, hey! Loki! Aren't you going to stop him!? If that kid so much as looks at Freya, it's all over!"
"!?" Realizing what was happening, Loki's expression changed instantly, she shot forward like a wild beast unleashed!
Not only her, even Ais moved faster. Just as Fron stood before the goddess Freya, they both lunged forward.
"Well, well, well... you're quite the lady-killer, aren't you?"
As the very embodiment of temptation, Freya instantly saw through the girls' flustered thoughts, no effort required.
But that wasn't what interested her most right now.
She was far more curious about something else, her ever-present aura of allure... didn't seem to work on this young man.
Studying Fron with great interest, the goddess let out a sultry, amused laugh.
That seductive voice, most men would be utterly entranced just hearing it.
"Fron! Close your eyes right now! If that woman so much as looks at you, you're done for!"
Loki leapt onto his back, ignoring her formal dress, desperately covering his eyes.
"..." Uncomfortable...
Fron pried off Loki's hands and arms, noticing the amused looks from the crowd, and sighed helplessly.
"Ahem, Loki , don't you trust me at all? How could I possibly be charmed by her?"
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