Danmachi: The Sign In System!

Chapter 130 - Freya: Orsted~~!!

Freya's charm was overwhelming, radiating passively in everyday moments. 

When unleashed deliberately, it could sway all of Orario. 

In the anime, after Bell rejected her confession, Freya waged war on the Hestia Familia, activating her charm to turn Orario into her personal Hakoniwa, manipulating even those immune to her power to make Bell believe he belonged to her Familia.

Staring into the violet glint of Freya's eyes, Orsted decided resisting her outright was unwise for now. 

Until his Charm leveled up, he'd avoid pushing her to despair. 

A premature showdown could mirror the anime's crisis, but this was reality—outcomes weren't guaranteed. 

One misstep, and he might not even get a chance to unleash Excalibur.

Facing Freya's fervent gaze, Orsted accepted her dance invitation to avoid provoking her wrath.

Freya was breathtaking, rivaling Hestia's beauty, her faint fragrance intoxicating. 

Despite his ability, Orsted's heart raced at their close contact, though he kept control, unlike their earlier clothing store encounter where he'd been as smitten as the crowd.

Freya's eyes, holding his hand tightly, blazed with unconcealed adoration. 

Orsted, inches away, couldn't miss it. 

Feeling awkward under her stare, he asked, 

"Lady Freya, does my soul truly shine as you desire?"

A question that had nagged him.

"Haha, clever boy," Freya said, smiling softly, sidestepping a direct answer. 

"Your soul dazzled me at first glance, filling me with joy. I couldn't look away, wanted to claim you."

"But I held back, curious to see how your light would evolve as you grew. I was right—your soul's radiance grows ever brighter."

She paused, gently caressing his face, trembling as if touching a lover. 

"Orsted, I won't meddle too much in your path."

"Let me see how brilliant your light can become, whether it will truly captivate me."

Freya released him, abruptly leaving the dance and the banquet, heading outside. 

Ottar glanced at Orsted and followed her.

Orsted exhaled. 

Freya hadn't lost patience.

He returned to his spot by the sidelines, drawing curious gazes from gods puzzled by their mid-dance parting. 

They darted looks between him and Freya, eager for gossip.

Just as Orsted thought he'd found peace, Ais appeared, extending her hand. 

"Orsted…" she said quietly.

His eyes twitched, but he placed his hand in hers. 

Freya was a goddess, so dancing with her was unavoidable. 

Naaza's invitation as an adventurer was one thing, but rejecting Ais's now would be rude. 

After a moment's thought, he joined her.

Loki, spotting Ais's move, abandoned teasing Hestia to intervene. 

Before she could, Hermes and Asfi intercepted her, pinning her as they had Hestia.

"Haha, same boat now, Loki!" Hestia crowed, still trapped.

"What's so funny? Orsted's dancing with my Ais!" Loki shot back.

Hestia, realizing this, struggled anew. 

"Hermes, you're dead!"

"Lord Hermes, I'm done here," Asfi said, turning to him.

Hermes paled, sensing trouble. 

"I'm ready," he said with a forced laugh.

"I should be dancing with him. I should've just gone for it," Hestia fumed, watching Orsted and Ais on the floor.

"Did I mess up?" Miach muttered, doubting himself. 

Thinking Hestia, a virgin goddess, lacked dance experience with men and that Orsted couldn't dance, he'd urged Naaza to teach him.

Meanwhile, Freya, having left the banquet, rode a carriage back to Babel. 

Alone inside, with Ottar inexplicably driving, she slumped in her seat, lips parted, murmuring softly.

"Orsted~"

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