Orario Central Avenue, Moonlight Cat Cafe.
Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window onto the solid wood table. Win-Ping unhurriedly stirred the coffee in his cup, the silver spoon clinking against the porcelain.
"The coffee beans here are shipped from the southern continent. How's the taste?"
Freya delicately sipped, her amethyst-like eyes shimmering with seductive light.
She had specifically changed into a low-cut white dress today, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, gleaming with a pearly luster in the sunlight.
"Not bad," Win-Ping put down the silver spoon and looked calmly out the window. "It's just a bit too quiet."
Indeed, it was eerily quiet —
The entire bustling commercial street, yet this cafe was completely empty.
Several elite members of the Freya Familia stood at the entrance, blocking all customers who wished to enter.
"I specifically booked the entire place," Freya chuckled softly. "After all, some things… are not convenient for outsiders to hear."
She leaned forward gracefully, her neckline subtly revealing: "Win-Ping-kun, are you really not considering cooperating with us? With your strength and that of Miss Chizuru, plus the resources of my Freya Familia…"
"Goddess Freya," Win-Ping interrupted her, a playful smile on his lips. "Why don't you first tell me what benefits you can bring me if we cooperate?"
A hint of joy flashed in Freya's eyes, and she parted her red lips: "As long as you're willing, I can make you the true King of Orario!"
"You will possess countless Falna, power, status, fame… and me…"
Her voice grew softer and softer, and she bit her lip as she said, "Everything I have can also be yours."
Win-Ping suddenly laughed.
That smile made Freya's heart tighten.
"How about this," Win-Ping interlaced his fingers under his chin, gazing at the Goddess of Beauty.
"If you are willing to become a subordinate deity of Hestia, and merge the entire Freya Familia into the Hestia Familia… I can consider not acting against you."
"Clink!"
Freya's silver spoon dropped onto the saucer with a crisp sound.
Her expression instantly turned cold, and a hint of anger flashed in her purple eyes: "What are you kidding? Are you… toying with me?"
"How could I be?" Win-Ping shrugged. "You insisted on finding me, and now I'm talking to you very seriously."
Freya stood up abruptly, her long dress brushing the table: "Very well, then don't blame me!"
Her eyes suddenly glowed with an eerie purple light —
The Goddess of Beauty's most powerful charm ability was activated at full force!
"Win-Ping-kun~" Freya's voice was like a heavenly melody: "Can you really bear to treat me like this?"
However,
Win-Ping remained seated, perfectly at ease, not even changing the curve of his lips.
"How is this possible…!" Freya stumbled back in shock, almost knocking over her chair. "My charm has no effect…"
"Bang!"
Hearing the commotion outside, the private room door was violently pushed open, and two adventurers from the Freya Familia rushed in: "Lady Freya!"
But the next second, a shadowy figure like a ghost blocked their path —
It was a samurai general shrouded entirely in shadow, only his crimson eyes visible.
He hailed from the Sekiro world, and the black longsword in his hand exuded a suffocating killing intent.
The Shadow Samurai took a silent step forward, and the two adventurers immediately broke out in cold sweat, instinctively retreating.
They had never seen a monster with such overwhelming pressure!
"Stand down," Win-Ping commanded without turning his head.
The Shadow Samurai immediately sheathed his sword and retreated to the side.
"Please sit down again, Goddess Freya," Win-Ping gestured invitingly. "We're not finished talking yet."
Freya sat back in her chair, her face pale, her chest heaving slightly, showing a panicked expression for the first time: "You… who exactly are you?"
Win-Ping picked up his coffee and took a sip, slowly saying, "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I truly have no interest in you."
Freya bit her lower lip, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes: "Could it be… that my charm, as the Goddess of Beauty, truly has no effect on you?"
"Do you truly feel nothing for me, not even a little bit?"
For the first time, she began to doubt her own charm.
Win-Ping put down his cup and looked directly into her eyes: "No, Freya, you are indeed very beautiful, and your appearance and temperament are also my preferred type, but…"
He paused, his tone suddenly becoming sharp: "I cannot accept a romantic partner who is not a virgin."
"Wha—!" Freya's eyes widened suddenly, and then she burst out laughing. "So that's it… no wonder your attitude towards Hestia and Artemis was like that…"
Her laughter held a hint of self-mockery: "How ironic, that I, Freya, would be rejected by a human because of something like this."
Win-Ping's expression grew cold: "It's good that you understand. Our conversation ends here."
"Either become Hestia's subordinate deity, or… wait to be sent back to the Heavens."
"I'll only give you one minute to think."
Upon hearing this, a peculiar light flickered in Freya's purple eyes.
Her slender fingers gently caressed the rim of the coffee cup, a dangerous curve forming on her lips.
"From your expression, if I refuse… you would really kill me right now?"
Freya's voice suddenly became alluring, carrying a hint of a test: "Even at the cost of bearing the great sin of god-slaying?"
Win-Ping's gaze didn't waver in the slightest: "That's right."
He stood up, looking down at the Goddess of Beauty: "Actually, I could also have Artemis do it; that would be simpler, wouldn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Freya's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from an indescribable excitement.
Her cheeks flushed unnaturally, and her breathing became rapid.
"Heh… heheheh…" Freya suddenly let out a series of bell-like laughs: "Win-Ping-kun, you truly are… amazing."
She stood up gracefully, placed one hand on her chest, and bowed slightly: "You've successfully persuaded me. I am now willing… to become Hestia's subordinate deity."
Win-Ping narrowed his eyes: "A wise choice."
"Then initiate a War Game against the Hestia Familia," he said, turning and walking towards the door without looking back. "Then you concede, and complete the ritual under the Guild's witness."
With that, his black trench coat cut a sharp arc behind him.
The Shadow Samurai instantly dissolved into a puddle of black water, silently merging into his shadow.
"Wait!" Freya suddenly called out to him.
Win-Ping stopped, but didn't turn around.
"You… you just said I was your type, didn't you?" Her voice was trembling as never before.
Win-Ping was silent for a moment, then finally said faintly, "You forget thousands of things every day. Why not forget this one too?"
With a click, the door closed.
Freya gazed obsessively at Win-Ping's departing back, and only after the black figure completely disappeared from the doorway did she finally burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha…"
The laughter grew louder and louder, finally turning into an almost manic cackle.
"Ha ah… this is too interesting…"
Freya's cheeks flushed unnaturally, a morbid light flickering in her purple eyes, tears streaming down her face from laughter.
"Finally… finally I've found him…"
"A man who is immune to my charm… who even threatened to kill me, yet still makes my heart pound like this…"
Freya's gaze fell upon Win-Ping's leftover coffee, and she trembling reached out with both hands to pick it up.
"Win-Ping-kun… from now on, I will definitely have you…"
Freya licked her lips, as if holding a sacred relic, her eyes gradually becoming dangerous and crazed.
She brought the cup to her lips, first sniffing it, then carefully drinking it all.
The coffee was long cold, and its bitter taste spread across her tongue, yet it made her tremble with excitement.
"Since you don't like me as I am now… then I will become the way you like…"
She put down the cup, her fingertips unconsciously caressing her flushed cheeks.
The members of the Freya Familia nervously guarded the entrance, and after seeing Ying Ping leave safely, they rushed into the cafe.
"Lady Freya! Are you alright?"
To their horror, they found their Goddess holding a coffee cup, a yandere smile on her face that they had never seen before.
"Go and prepare."
When she saw someone enter, Freya's expression returned to normal: "We are going to challenge... the Hestia Familia to a War Game."
"What?!"
Everyone gasped, completely disbelieving their ears.