Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Helen said bitterly.

Meanwhile, she was still watching the boy who had been knocked to the ground and was lying in a starfish position on the field.

"Lady Helen, the head steward, has been talking to herself more often."

The other servants were whispering about it, but the girl was unaware.

This happened on a certain day.

In order to maintain the "miniature garden", she was about to go to the outside of the city as the goddess Freya. At this moment, she was walking in the corridor of the base when she suddenly heard voices coming from around the corner.

"Excuse me, Miss Hyde... is Miss Helen inside the Freya Familia...?"

"...Yes, I am. Of course I am. After all, I am a 'goddess's attendant.' Have you even forgotten something like that, Bell?"

She was taken aback and immediately leaned her back against the wall.

Then, peeking out from around the corner, he saw therapists Hayd and Bell standing there talking.

It seems that Bell is going out today, so 'Baptism' is taking a day off.

For some reason, her heart would tighten whenever she heard the boy call her name.

"By the way, why ask such a thing?"

"Um... I just feel like, why is it that I go to Lady Freya's shrine every night, but I've never seen the goddess's attendant, Miss Helen? It's really unbelievable..."

Helen, who was eavesdropping intently, twisted her lips into a subtle shape.

Freya had strictly forbidden her from appearing before Bell, but Bell himself was unaware of this. Although she absolutely could not approach him to prevent him from discovering the truth about the Goddess Festival, the situation was too strange, and he seemed to have sensed that something was amiss.

How would Hayd answer? She watched the two of them nervously, and then...

"...Ah, it's because of that—because you peeked at Helen changing clothes—"

"Eh?!?!"

puff!?

As the boy cried out in anguish, Helen also couldn't help but exhale a breath.

Her face flushed red to her ears, and she coughed violently a few times, but Bell, whose heart was wavering, miraculously did not notice.

"In a moment of divine inspiration, you barged into Helen's room while she was changing clothes—the girl was wearing her usual black underwear, and you clearly witnessed her in that position—"

"Black, black, black underwear!?"

"In the end, you fell as if controlled by the force of the world, burying your head between that child's soft breasts—"

"Why did it turn out like that!?"

"Helen, her face flushed red, gave you a good beating, then cried out in extreme anger, poured holy water all over her body to purify herself, and stayed in her room for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, making a vow to the gods in the sky and to Lady Freya, swearing that she would never appear in front of you again, never approach you again, and never let you see her again—"

"Is it really necessary to go to this extent!?"

No way! Who would do that?!

Helen cried out in her heart. Although she might very well do the same if such a thing were to happen, she definitely hadn't done it yet!

After that, the two continued their question-and-answer session for a while, and then Bell staggered away from the scene. Immediately afterwards, Helen, still blushing, strode towards Hayd.

"Hayd!"

"Hello, Helen. Oh dear—that was really dangerous. Thank goodness for my excellent and brilliant methods."

"What's so great about it! They're just feeding him all this nonsense!"

The young colleague first pretended to wipe her forehead, then shrugged after seeing Helen's aggressive attitude.

"I was forced to clean up your mess just now, so don't make a big deal out of it. It's a bit unreasonable of you."

Hearing Hayd express his most straightforward feelings in a completely unsarcastic tone greatly diminished Helen's momentum.

Hayd gazed at Helen—who had been eavesdropping on his conversation with Belle—and asked leisurely:

"I know you've been influenced by Lady Freya, but... are you still fixated on that child?"

"ha……!?"

"Lady Freya's 'love' has flowed back, and I can't even imagine the overwhelming honor of this. I'm even a little jealous. But... shouldn't we put an end to this?"

Hearing this blatantly wrong accusation, Helen almost wanted to yell at her.

However, she held back just before she could shout it out.

That was practically an admission of being flustered. So she calmed down and asked the other person in return:

"...And what about you, Hayd? You seem to be getting quite close to that man."

"Me? I quite like him, don't I?"

"Varied……!"

Helen was speechless, but Hayd didn't seem to mind and continued in a light tone:

"Of course, he is 'special' to Lady Freya, so I would never make a move against him. However... even if I am no longer the healer responsible for monitoring him, I would still be happy to take care of him. After all, unlike the captain and the others who are completely unable to communicate with people, he is very straightforward and also very cute."

"...! You shameless bastard! And you're the same way, how dare you say that to me! What's the point of falling into that scumbag's trap, that worst kind of man?!"

"Don't go that far. That's such a jump in the line. I never said anything like 'Little Bell~ I like it~', did I?"

Hyde appeared extremely tired, while clearly stating, "Everything I have belongs to Lady Freya."

Although she was very efficient in everything she said and did, she was very likable, and her personality was completely opposite to Helen's.

Even from a same-sex perspective, Hyde Viviette is an incredibly charming young woman.

Her long, light pink hair was tied into two braids, and she wore a long red apron and white clothes, which evoked the image of a nurse.

Her appearance is as dignified as a goddess. Apart from having dead fish eyes due to overwork every day, she is very cute and intelligent. She is not as stubborn as Helen (although, like the other members, she is basically harmless as long as Freya is not involved).

She has a very easygoing yet serious personality, so if she weren't in the Freya Familia, she'd probably get along with everyone. Helen once heard that adventurers referred to Amid of the Deankecht Familia as the Silver Saintess and Hyde as the Golden Witch, calling them the "Two Great Healers (Beautiful Girls)".

Only in her presence would Helen refrain from using honorifics and speak in a more casual tone. Although the two were by no means friends, perhaps Helen was influenced by the atmosphere surrounding her, a person of the same generation, which led her to act this way.

If Helen is like ice, then Heid is like a flower blooming leisurely on a hill.

(...Both Hayd and Lord Hill are completely opposite to me.)

That foolish man might also open his heart to such a woman.

Come to think of it, he and Hayd seem to be seen together quite often—

Helen clung tightly to the honor of being Freya's attendant and never harbored any thoughts about the girls of her generation.

But for some reason, she now seems to be experiencing jealousy towards other women for the first time.

"—Speaking of which, could you please stop spying on me when I'm talking to him? I often see you staring intently at us from the window of the mansion...it's scary."

"Varied"

Whether he had sensed Helen's thoughts or not, Hayd said this.

This time, Helen was truly speechless.

Her surprise wasn't that the matter had been discovered, but rather that she hadn't noticed it at all until Hayd pointed it out.

During the Battle of the Plains, even though Hyde was by Bell's side as his healer, she still stared at him as if trying to carve a hole through him with her gaze.

Seeing Helen stop moving as if she had been hit where it hurt, Hayd looked closely at her face.

Then he let out an exaggerated "Haa!"

"You've been pushing yourself too hard. Now you seem to be the one who likes Bell the most, huh?"

Upon hearing this, Helen's face flushed a deep red, a color she had never seen before.

Since then, the humiliation has never ended.

Because of what Hayd said about trivial matters, she began to spend more and more time thinking about Bell. She began to realize that it was all that colleague's fault. No—it was all that boy's fault.

Time flies, but Bell Craney's spirit has not given in.

This is now also stirring up Helen's heart.

"[Carlos Hilde]!"

"Ughh ...

As the sun gradually sank into the western sky, the boy screamed as he was scorched by the white fairy's lightning.

"...Gurgle, mmm mmm mmm mmm!?"

After being cleansed by the radiance of healing, he stood up again, tears of pain streaming down his face.

It was as if he knew perfectly well that if he remained kneeling there, he would never be able to pull himself together again.

Helen did indeed gaze at the scene from the window of the mansion, one hand on her chest.

“…I don’t understand.”

Then he murmured quietly.

The boy seen through "his own eyes" was always covered in mud and worked harder than anyone else.

Surprisingly, Helen rarely saw Bell's figure with "her own eyes".

What she had ever seen was the "five senses of a goddess".

Now that Freya's "filter" has disappeared, and she follows the boy with her own eyes, the feeling in her heart is—"bitter longing".

(I thought that the man I am now is the 'me' from before...)

Like the girl who was once called "Hill", Bell is now very lonely.

Rejected by the world, no one affirms me.

When he was first imprisoned in this "battle wilderness," she thought—Bell would surely be shivering from the cold, just like "me" before, unable to do anything.

However, he was not the same.

Despite having no true companions, and always appearing incredibly miserable, he never stops fighting and struggling.

He is still confused.

But unlike that snowy day, in that slum, "I" didn't immediately take the goddess's outstretched hand.

He still has no intention of taking the hand that the goddess extends to him.

Bell is very strong.

He is even more powerful than the intelligence reports suggest.

He is more powerful than I imagined.

I am stronger than the "me" I once was.

This filled her with envy and bitterness, making it impossible for her to look directly at the dazzling light.

Helen has had to admit that she is now following the boy's figure not through the "Goddess's Eyes," but with her own eyes.

"...No. I don't want to. My heart has never been drawn to that kind of man!"

Helen yelled at the floor.

He forcibly withdrew his gaze from the window and shook his head repeatedly in the twilight-filled room where he was all alone.

"These are feelings that belong only to Lady Freya! They are not mine!"

No one affirmed her cry, nor did anyone deny it.

Although she tried to convince herself that it was just the goddess's kindness and her own delusion, her uncontrollable emotions made her disbelieve Helen's words.

"No, it's mine...!!"

in case.

"Hill" is not Freya.

If Helen is still 'Hill'.

Does that mean I'm able to love him?

Would they then be allowed to run out, to his side lying on the field, to hold him tightly, and to protect his wounded body from the hands of the strong warriors?

Upon realizing that she was considering such "what ifs," Helen felt an urge to kill herself, not even caring that it would break the strict chains of the goddess's command.

A thunderous roar resounded.