A vast divine pressure descended.
No—more accurately, it was true divine authority.
The black mist that had erupted from Cao Ye's body instantly collapsed, returning to the depths of his soul and falling silent once more.
Cao Ye turned his gaze to the side.
Tap… tap… tap…
Clear footsteps echoed.
Then the real Freya walked out from inside.
Meanwhile, the "Freya" who had nearly gotten into trouble just moments ago began to change in appearance. Her face and figure shifted slightly, and soon she turned into another woman.
"Lady Freya… I have disappointed you."
The woman stood up and spoke apologetically.
"You did well enough, Helen. Go rest."
"Yes."
Helen shot Cao Ye a fierce glare before leaving.
Seeing this, Cao Ye immediately understood that his guess had been correct. Everything just now had been arranged by Freya.
The one who had just left was most likely the real Syr.
She had offered her name to Freya in exchange for a new one—and the ability to transform into Freya.
Just like the body doubles trained by ancient emperors, she could occasionally replace Freya in the Familia while the goddess herself went out to wander.
After sitting down, Freya carefully examined Cao Ye, her eyes filled with surprise.
Helen's transformation magic was not flawless, but no one in the lower world had ever seen through it before.
Yet Cao Ye had recognized the disguise the very first time.
That truly surprised her.
"Do you have anything you want to say?"
Freya crossed one slender leg over the other and leaned slightly against her seat.
Her beautiful figure radiated overwhelming feminine charm.
Even though she appeared relaxed and lazy, her allure overflowed constantly—as if it cost nothing at all.
For any man in the prime of youth, it was pure torture.
"No."
Cao Ye roughly understood what was happening.
This goddess clearly held grudges.
Just because he had used the money she gave him to eat at her restaurant, she had set up this little test.
Gulp.
Freya's long, fair legs were fully exposed in the room.
The sight of those flawless legs and crystal-like feet made Cao Ye increasingly thirsty.
Being next to such a beautiful woman while only being able to look—but not touch—was a special kind of suffering.
Freya naturally noticed Cao Ye's little glances.
From the moment he entered the room, his gaze had repeatedly drifted toward her legs and feet.
It was obvious.
He was the type who liked beautiful legs and feet.
And as the Goddess of Beauty, every inch of Freya's body represented the most perfect form of femininity in the world.
So it was only natural that he would stare.
"Do they look good? Do you want to touch them?"
Freya's voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Can I?"
Cao Ye looked up excitedly.
But he was met with Freya's teasing smile.
His enthusiasm immediately cooled.
Being caught staring at someone's legs and feet like that was embarrassing.
"Ahem… Lady Freya, that's not what I meant."
"Oh? Not what you meant? Then what did you mean?"
"It's nothing…"
"Nothing? Then what were you doing just now?"
Caught red-handed, Cao Ye had no escape.
"Whatever you say it is."
When you live under someone else's roof, you have to lower your head.
Hearing that answer, Freya snorted softly and decided not to press the matter further.
"Tell me—how did you realize Helen wasn't me?"
"Ah… that?"
"What else do you think I meant?"
Freya rolled her eyes at his stunned expression.
But she truly wanted to know the answer.
After all, Helen had shared a portion of Freya's charm just now. Ordinary people would never have been able to resist it.
"Because the Lady Freya I know wouldn't deliberately release her charm."
"She not only released it, she even tried to deliberately seduce me."
"And besides… this afternoon you were the one who kicked me out."
"Just that?"
"Of course not."
"Lady Freya is already the most beautiful goddess. You don't need to deliberately release charm at all."
"Only women who lack charm would need to do that."
That was clearly flattery.
But women loved hearing such words—even goddesses.
Although Freya had complicated feelings about her irresistible charm, no woman could ignore praise about her beauty.
Cao Ye's words made Freya quite satisfied.
There was also a special factor involved.
Cao Ye was not affected by her charm, so praise coming from him carried far more weight than from others.
People enchanted by her charm might say far sweeter words.
But to Freya, none of those mattered.
His simple compliment meant more than thousands of others.
"Come here. Massage my feet."
Freya's mood improved noticeably after hearing his praise.
"Huh?"
Now it was Cao Ye's turn to be confused.
The topic changed too fast.
"What? You're unwilling?"
"No! Of course not! Serving Lady Freya is the blessing of eight lifetimes!"
He quickly walked over and sat on a small stool beside her.
Normally that stool was used by Freya to rest her feet—but now it had become Cao Ye's seat.
Excitedly, he took the goddess's delicate foot in his hands.
This was the second time he had touched Freya's foot.
For someone with a foot fetish, it felt like a divine blessing.
Freya glanced at Cao Ye's excited expression and smiled faintly.
Truthfully, Cao Ye's massage skills were nothing special.
He only knew a few pressure points that relieved fatigue.
And because of his obvious personal motives, it was less like a massage and more like taking advantage of the goddess's feet.
But Freya allowed it.
And the feeling itself was new to her.
As Cao Ye looked at Freya's perfect legs and delicate feet, one thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
Those legs were perfect.
But there was still one small flaw.
Legs like these…
should really be wearing black stockings.