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Chapter 535 He must be lusting after my body (Bonus Chapter 295 for 6K Views!)
Deep within the palace of this sacred natural realm, the branches of enormous ancient trees intertwine to form a natural dome, and moss, like an emerald velvet carpet, covers the ground, interspersed with flowers that emit a faint glow.

"..."

The Forest Goddess, Freya, stood in her sacred forest spot, her usually tranquil mind now stirred with ripples that were difficult to quell.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, He might have even lost his composure and grabbed his hair and yanked it violently.

hiss!
Annoying!

The source of this irritation was a beautiful woman sitting smiling on the vine swing opposite Him.

Bertha, the goddess of love and pleasure.

This womanizing goddess radiated a dazzling light that seemed out of place in the tranquil woodland.

Just now, He made a request that Freya instinctively wanted to refuse.

Eros hopes to "get acquainted" with Herbert, the rising mortal hero and most famous god-slayer of the era, through Freya.

He said it was just to get to know him.

But given Freya's understanding of Bertella, this understanding would likely be quite "profound".

The kind of deep, back-and-forth exchange!

This guy……

"Flingya, my dear friend, now the lord of the natural pantheon."

Bertram smiled slightly at Freya's serious expression, her voice as sweet as honey, carrying her usual languidness that put people at ease.

"Why be so serious? I'm just curious about him and want to see for myself the mortal who could defeat even the God of Sand and Stone."

He gently swayed the vine swing, a wisp of pinkish-gold light swirling around his fingertips. When he reached the highest point, he flicked it lightly, as if scattering a shower of gold dust.

"Haha~"

The voluptuous goddess chuckled like a child, admiring her masterpiece and nodding in satisfaction.

Then, the Forest Goddess, still wary of herself, complained coquettishly, "You know, I'm always fascinated by these 'miracle' figures, I really don't mean any harm~"

Upon hearing this, Fulingya slightly pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress the urge to roll her eyes.

Tsk.

Is it possible that I'm so troubled precisely because I know about your glorious deeds?
Not to mention men, you never spare women either.

This goddess of love is never so narrow-minded, and is never bound by gender.

And that's why... abstract things like Him capturing husbands and wives, even fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, have happened before.

Although those people insisted that they were there voluntarily and that no one was forced, it was still very unsettling.

Freya narrowed her eyes, staring at Bertram and slowly asked, "Can you... guarantee that nothing will happen?"

"ensure?"

The god of love looked at the expressionless goddess of the forest, winked at her, and said with a smile, "Oh dear, what a question~ How can I guarantee that?"

"What my relationship with him will be like depends on our fate."

"Perhaps this was just a wonderful encounter that allowed me to learn more about him."

"Or perhaps, it will smoothly turn into... well, a short but memorable and beautiful time?"

Despite the Forest Goddess's request, the God of Love maintained his smile but made it clear that he refused.

Furthermore, Bertram insisted that she would reserve the right to take her relationship with Herbert further.

He said, "Love...who can say for sure?"
"……Ah."

Fu Lingya couldn't help but let out a cold snort, her lips twitching slightly.

Look!
This guy doesn't even bother to act!

Fulingya lowered her eyelids, choosing not to look at the other person, and instead focused her gaze on the tender green vines entwined around her skirt.

He didn't understand why he was so unhappy and why he had such great hostility towards Bertram...

But a clear sense of unease welled up in my heart, like a drop of ink falling into a clear spring.

Although it wasn't completely blurred, it ruined the pure clarity.

This made Him extremely unhappy!
If Freya were merely the goddess of the forest, she would have already succumbed to her displeasure and blasted Bertram out.

But He is not only Himself, but also the representative of the natural pantheon.

So when Freya raised her face, her expression was the gentle yet aloof smile that was typical of a deity.

“In that case… Bertram, please allow me to refuse your request; it would be inconvenient.”

His voice remained gentle, like a breeze in the forest.

"To you, Herbert is just a special mortal, a novel plaything, enough to amuse you for a while."

"But to us, he is not an ordinary mortal who can be casually arranged to satisfy your curiosity."

“Herbert helped us eliminate traitors and parasites from the pantheon, and as the lord of the pantheon, I am even more grateful for his contributions.”

"Therefore, the natural pantheon should give him the respect he deserves, rather than... involve him in unnecessary romantic affairs."

He deliberately avoided Berthalla's suggestive and amused gaze, and packaged his reasons in a respectable and dignified manner.

He's our ally, and I won't let him get involved with a troublesome guy like you.

"Oh~ Really?"

Upon hearing this, Bertram was not disappointed; instead, her eyes, which shone with the glow of love, shone even brighter.

He had little contact with Freya and didn't know much about this young goddess who ruled the forest.

But He understands women, especially women in a particular situation.

Freya's refusal was expected, but beneath that refusal, it seemed... something else was hidden.

It was a subtle possessiveness or protectiveness that even Freya herself might not have fully understood.
This is unlike the Forest Goddess's usual equal and magnanimous care for her believers.

Is this favoritism truly just out of gratitude towards the god-slayer?
He expressed doubt about this.

"Hehe, so that means..."

Bertram drew out her words, then lightly leaped off the swing, her bare feet stepping on the glowing moss, and approached Freya step by step.

"You're keeping him away from me; is this protection you're offering him merely out of 'respect'?"

“My dearest Freya, I didn’t know you had become so…polite?”

He tilted his head, making a wronged expression on his face, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning light, as if he had set his sights on an interesting toy.

"Or is it that, deep down, you don't want me to have any contact with that heroic mortal?"

"Is it right?"

Fulingya's heart skipped a beat.

!!!

Bertram's playful words were like a fine needle, precisely piercing a vague corner of His subconscious.

He instinctively wanted to refute, but found himself unable to find a more suitable word than "respect," a word that could convince both himself and the other party.

"I……"

Seeing Freya remain silent, Bertram's smile grew even brighter, her interest piqued even more.

He became interested.

This goddess of love was a capricious deity, and her desire for Herbert was not necessarily strong; rather, it was more a matter of habitual philandering.

If it succeeds, great; if it doesn't, it doesn't matter.

But now, Freya's unusual reaction has made the matter particularly interesting.

He's seen that expression far too many times!
As the god of love, He knows perfectly well what state the other person is in right now.

Freya has not yet developed true love for Herbert; it is not love, but rather a faint fondness.

Don't underestimate this little bit of goodwill!

This small amount of goodwill may seem insignificant, but it's quite rare for young men and women, and it can significantly influence many crucial decisions, ultimately leading to different outcomes.

You know, countless touching love stories begin with just a little bit of affection!

The sweetness of budding love is truly irresistible!
On ordinary days, Bertram would watch over and cherish this budding "seed of love".

But now, out of a sense of revenge for being warned, He decides to give Him a push.

Why are you so wary of me!
"Okay, okay, okay~"

Bertram sighed, her expression becoming even more "sad," even showing a hint of sadness at being misunderstood by her friend.

"I understand now. In your heart, I am a lewd goddess who casually plays with mortal emotions and has no sense of propriety."

"Oh! This is truly heartbreaking..."

When Fulingya heard this, she really wanted to retort, "Aren't you the same?", but she swallowed the words back.

He doesn't want to argue either.

He did not understand Bertha's free lifestyle, but respected and blessed it.

"It seems I've disturbed you, Freya. I thought our friendship would help you understand me better..."

Cupid sighed sadly and muttered to himself, "Perhaps I should go and find a way to know him myself?"

He used a retreat as a tactic to advance, and the disappointment in his tone was perfectly executed.

These pretentious words indeed put Fluya under pressure.

If possible, He would also be unwilling to create a rift with Bertram because of this, after all, Bertram was a powerful god with considerable strength.

Furthermore, He was even less willing for Bertha to actually bypass Him to do anything.

If He were to contact Herbert in secret, then there would be even less way to stop Him!
"...Tsk."

A strange anxiety and a desire to prove something gripped him.

Perhaps it was to prove their impartiality, or perhaps it was to prove that they had no selfish motives.

“Bertara, that’s not true…”

Freya took a deep breath and tried to explain, but under the gaze of Cupid, which seemed to see through people's hearts, her words seemed pale.

A feeling of being forced made His breathing quicken.

In a moment of impulse, He made an extremely dangerous decision almost without thinking.

“I will personally summon Herbert to the Sanctuary.”

Freya's voice carried a hint of tension, as if she were announcing a major decision that had not yet been fully considered.

“He has made great contributions and naturally deserves a reward. I… I will personally ask him what his wishes are and see what reward he wants.”

"Power, wealth, status, even a divine position, or perhaps an opportunity for close contact with a goddess..."

"Whatever he chooses, I will respect his wishes and do my best to fulfill them."

As soon as he finished speaking, even he was taken aback.

Hey, what did I say?
This idea may have existed for a long time, but it is certainly not something to be hastily put into practice at this time and place in such a provocative manner.

But once a divine declaration is made, it is difficult to take it back.

"Hehe~ That's more like it!"

A hint of triumph flashed in Bertram's eyes, but on the surface, the gloom vanished instantly, and her smile returned to its radiant form.

"The just goddess of the forest should bestow upon her warriors the reward they desire most. Then I will not disturb your preparations."

He deliberately added a subtle tone to the word "prepare," and winked playfully.

Her figure then transformed into streaks of light and vanished into the air, leaving only a faint, lingering laugh. The sacred realm returned to tranquility, but Freya's heart was in complete turmoil.

"..."

He stood still for a long time, until he was sure that Bertram's presence had completely "disappeared".

But as the lord of the Holy Domain, Fulingya knew that the other party had not truly left, but had left behind a trace of his aura to observe her in the dark.

After the other person left, Fulingya quickly realized her loss of composure and understood that she had acted impulsively.

"Tsk, I've been tricked again..."

Fu Lingya muttered to herself, feeling helpless that she had been tricked by this wanton old woman.

But having already spoken, He had no intention of regretting it, and slowly raised His hand.

Emerald green divine power gathered at his fingertips, and a summoning message containing the imprint of nature transcended the barriers of space.

Soon after, the summoned mortals arrived as promised.

……

"It's all Lucaria's fault for talking nonsense..."

Herbert felt a strange unease when he received the summons from the Goddess of the Forest.

Watch out for the goddess!

The goddess will devour you completely!
They'll squeeze every last drop of value out of you and then discard you!

Scumbag!

"While those kinds of goddesses certainly exist, Freya isn't one of them."

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He once again stepped into the legendary sanctuary of nature, as promised by the druids, and the rich aura of life invigorated him.

The towering ancient trees everywhere, the streams flowing with shimmering light, and the fragrance of flowers and earth filling the air—all of this made him feel at ease.

Perhaps it was due to the Heart of Nature, but the aura within the Sanctuary quickly calmed Herbert's chaotic emotions, restoring clarity to his eyes.

"call……"

Looking ahead, Fulingya stood amidst the flowers, her slender figure enveloped in a soft halo of light, pure and beautiful.

His demeanor was gentle, his eyes were like water, yet he maintained the proper distance between a deity and a mortal.

Well, although he now wears a long robe that covers his entire body, his attitude seems the same as before.

Freya's attitude eased Herbert's unease somewhat, and he nodded secretly.

As expected, Lucaria was overthinking things.

Both gods and mortals harbored their own secrets and were afraid of being exposed, which made their conversations exceptionally polite and formal.

After a few pleasantries, Fulingya got down to business and began asking questions.

"Herbert, thank you for your contributions to protecting the balance of nature."

"You resolved that 'trouble' as promised, fulfilling our agreement."

Her voice was ethereal and melodious as she softly asked, "As agreed, you will receive a reward. Tell me, is there anything you desire?"

"Is it a blade sharp enough to cut through adamantite, or a natural amulet that can ward off curses? Or perhaps... a fruit that can enhance your strength or life?"

Freya rattled off a list of many precious rewards for Herbert to choose from.

Herbert bowed respectfully in return, shaking his head regretfully: "Honorable Goddess, it is my honor to serve nature."

“The rewards you mentioned are all incredibly valuable, but none of them are what I urgently need.”

He had heard of those things; each one was a top-notch item. If he threw out just one, countless legendary epics would fight tooth and nail for it.

Although it was precious, it was really useless to him.

Fu Lingya nodded slightly, feeling helpless but also as if it were expected.

He would have made that choice.

He truly is a paragon of paladins, so noble and utterly devoid of worldly desires.

It should be noted that even if Herbert himself didn't need those rewards, they were enough to exchange for a great deal of wealth and power with other gods.

But Herbert resolutely refused them all, never even considering them.

The problem is... he refused, which spared Freya from confronting that deeper, vague idea of ​​"personally rewarding" him.

Do I really have to do it myself?
Uneasy, Fulingya continued trying, offering some other options.

As expected, Herbert politely but firmly declined each time.

After a brief stalemate, the situation gradually reached a delicate impasse.

As Fulingya looked at the mortal who was respectful in attitude but firm in will, the unnoticed inner turmoil in her heart became clearer.

He both hoped that he would accept some kind of "material" reward to bring the matter to a satisfactory conclusion, and seemed to be vaguely expecting him to offer something else...

This conflicting feeling made Him feel alienated and troubled.

"Ugh……"

He sighed softly, a sigh that was particularly clear in the silent sanctuary.

What to do?
To ask Herbert directly if he was willing to accept... no, that would be too rash; He wasn't ready yet.

Oh, right, there's one more "reward" I haven't asked about.

That chance to "encounter the goddess of love".

But should this really be included in the reward?

It's hard to say whether it's a reward for Herbert or a reward for Bertram!

Just as Fulingya was struggling with her inner turmoil, an extremely subtle yet powerful fluctuation, like an invisible ripple, quietly spread throughout the Holy Domain.

???

It is the authority of pleasure!

What is Bertram doing?!?
What is He going to do?
This bitch is trying to ruin me!
Is He planning to arouse Herbert's lust?!
"You... um!?"

But just before Freya's attack, He suddenly noticed something was wrong.

This force did not act on Herbert, but rather, like a warm, intoxicatingly fragrant breeze, gently caressed Freya's soul.

It is not aggressive, but highly seductive, attempting to amplify the repressed and vague emotions and desires deep within His heart.

The target is me!!?
"I, this is..."

Fulingya instantly realized that after her initial surprise and embarrassment, a surge of anger welled up in her heart.

How dare Bertram act so recklessly in the Sanctuary of Nature!

Almost instinctively, He mobilized the immense power of nature, and the emerald green radiance suddenly expanded from Him as the center.

The power of nature, like the purest purifying wave, forcefully dispelled and rejected that foreign power of "pleasure".

"Haha~"

Bertram's teasing voice echoed in Freya's mind, tinged with a hint of amusement as she said, "Don't be angry~ I was just helping you figure out what you really think~"

"Fine, since you won't let me see, I'll leave, okay?"

The clash of divine powers between the two sides was silent, yet it caused the surrounding air to emit a low hum.

hum-

The invading forces were swiftly eliminated, and the sanctuary was restored to its pure, natural state.

However, the clash of power and the emotions stirred up in that instant were not without trace.

Two faint blushes uncontrollably rose on Fulingya's originally fair and calm face.

The blush wasn't just from shyness, but also an instinctive reaction to the brief glimpse and stirring of the depths of her heart, a mixture of anger and a hint of indescribable throbbing.

"That damn bitch! Damn it!"

Fulingya gritted her teeth inwardly and clenched her fists in anger.

Although Bertram's behavior crossed the line, it did not cause any serious consequences. Even if it were brought to the forefront, it could only be considered a provocation, or even more of a prank.

"What have you done? You awful woman!!!"

Growing increasingly angry, Freya decided to directly convey her furious will to Bertram's divine kingdom and lodge a strong protest.

In response, He was met with a smug and seductive laugh.

"Hum~"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to vent her anger, the carefree Cupid smiled and welcomed the Forest Goddess's wrath, even arrogantly adding insult to injury:
"And you know, you might be angry now, but maybe you'll thank me in the future~"

snort!
Who's going to thank you?

Fulingya knew she couldn't do anything to the other party, so after getting angry, she could only swallow her resentment and bear the provocation.

But what Freya didn't notice was...

The unusual blush on His face, however, had a completely different meaning in the eyes of Herbert, who remained vigilant.

Fulingya has finally given herself away!

He's not acting anymore!

Before he arrived, Lucaria's half-joking, half-reminder remark had already planted a seed of doubt in his heart.

Herbert first saw that the goddess Freya had offered various rewards that he didn't really need, which were then rejected, and then she sighed inexplicably, and thought he was overthinking it.

But to everyone's surprise, Fulingya's divine power fluctuated abnormally, and then her cheeks flushed red...

In particular, that unusual pinkish fluctuation was clearly not right, giving the impression of some kind of inappropriate to-children magical device.

All the clues were quickly connected and interpreted in his preconceived notions.

He was no longer going to tolerate it!
Herbert's heart skipped a beat; his previously calm heartbeat quickened slightly, and his body unconsciously adopted a subtle defensive posture.

He was almost certain—Lucaria was right!

The unusual behavior of this seemingly holy and noble forest goddess just now was probably due to some unknown attempt or preparation.

And the target is very likely himself!

He felt that the goddess was about to take advantage of him!

Before Freya could calm the surging divine power and emotions within her, she looked up and met Herbert's gaze, which had suddenly become wary and distant.

"Ok?"

"……cough."

"Um???"

At this moment, whether mortal or god, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

Oh no, He/She must be lusting after me!
"..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the sanctuary shifted abruptly from its previous tranquility to a dangerous cusp.

After a period of silent staring at each other, Fulingya was the first to give in, letting out a weary sigh.

then……

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and pressed it directly onto the button at the collar of his robe.

Click.

(End of this chapter)