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

The boy's painful cries and screams could be heard.

A drop of water fell from somewhere and wet the ground.

then.

It was as if they were in sync with Helen, who was also feeling distressed because of her own change in mood.

An opportunity also came to the goddess.

"————"

In the shrine at night, after the boy left, the goddess's emotions flowed into Helen's heart.

At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But it wasn't.

When the boy praised her dress, and when she silently gazed at the wine, those moments truly resonated with Helen's heart.

(Right eye—)

When Helen received the "blessing" and the "magic of transformation" on her back, her body underwent a change.

That's the right eye.

Whenever a god is born, their eyes forget their original color and turn 'silver,' appearing as 'light gray' from other angles.

This is the price that short humans pay for trying to become gods. Helen understood it this way.

Sometimes, even without using the "Godhood Transformation Magic," Freya's emotions would flow into her heart through this right eye. Compared to when she used the "Unique Secret Technique," it was merely a tiny fraction of the goddess's power.

Now, Helen sensed a sincerity that even the goddess herself hadn't noticed—the girl crying alone in the 'flower field'—and lost her words.

—She was sobbing.

She is sad.

She is in pain.

—If this continues, she will—

"What are you doing."

Upon hearing this voice, Helen dispelled the 'magic' she had activated.

"...Lord Hedin."

In the shrine behind the door, the goddess still held the pair of hair ornaments, while Helen fled the scene as if trying to escape.

She immediately ran into her empty room, locked the door, and collapsed to the floor.

"My method won't work...? And even if it were that person's method, the goddess would—"

She made a bewildered sound and hugged herself tightly.

My fingernails dug into my upper arm as I endured the trembling of my entire body, my heart filled with turmoil.

A decision must be made.

Do nothing, just watch from the sidelines.

Or it would be to insult the goddess's mercy, to become a truly shameless person, and to betray her once again.

This is also a 'fork in the road'.

She will continue to live as "Helen".

Or should we turn back into 'Hill'?

Forget everything about the goddess, even just once, and appear before the boy.

Is this feeling really acceptable?

"—That goes without saying."

After a long time, Helen raised her head.

The moonlight illuminated her beautiful face.

"I am Helen. Daughter of the gods."

The girl laughed.

"My initial aspiration was for you, my goddess. It is because of my pursuit of you that I am here today."

Tears streamed down my face, yet I laughed.

"You saved my life, and now I give it to save you."

The girl chose "Goddess Attendant".

The girl will never choose 'Hill' again.

Helen crossed her arms and closed her eyes.

She swore to the moon that everything she owned, including her feelings for the boy, would be returned to him.

Volume 18 Double Role II

Taiwanese version from Angel Anime Forum

Void Literature Guild × Angel Anime Input Group

Image source: Book Lovers' Club

Input: kid

Every time I arrive at my destination, it's always a "flower field".

I used to live a very uncomfortable life in the heavenly realm.

The goddess of beauty is a special being among the gods.

Its powers are both nectar and deadly poison.

The power of "beauty" is so overwhelming that even the gods cannot resist it, and it can even destroy divine order. This has led to the gods, led by the Great God, wanting to possess us "goddesses of beauty," yet being extremely wary of us. It is not uncommon for them to want to make us their subordinate gods, but end up becoming puppets themselves.

Therefore, there are only two ways to deal with "beauty".

Either get rid of it completely, or treat it like a princess and pamper it.

Most gods choose the latter and place a virgin goddess beside them as a safety net. For example, Aphrodite, another goddess of beauty, is often suppressed and silenced by gods like Artemis through force. Because the heavens forbid "aggression" and "domination," the guardians of the realm are able to exercise their powers without restriction under unwritten rules.

So I was supposed to be living a life without freedom under surveillance—but that wasn't actually the case.

This is because even a virgin goddess can't resist my "allure".

I am also an outstanding figure among the "Goddesses".

Therefore, regardless of my own will, the gods both worshipped and feared me. Perhaps only the three virgin goddesses of Oryunposu could completely resist my power.

Therefore, I was subject to strict "management".

I was sent to what seemed like a paradise where I could live as I pleased, but it was actually an inescapable prison.

Whether it was bestowing upon me the unique grand temple of the heavens, or the numerous subordinate gods and celestial beings guarding this place, all of them were "shackles" used to restrict me. The most infuriating aspect is that the great god (Odin) who created this cage knew all my interests and desires. He deliberately chose those whom the Queen (Freya) couldn't bear to part with to serve, even turning their pure feelings for me into "chains" to bind me. The instigator, meanwhile, lived a carefree life outside the effective range of "charm," ready to slay me with a divine spear should anything go wrong. This was the despicable old god's carefully laid plan.

That being said, I have never felt uncomfortable living my life.

Despite her endless dissatisfaction, she was quite satisfied with being the goddess of "beauty" and "love".

This statement is not sarcastic at all, because I, who am favored by all things in the world, am the most blessed being. To think of myself as unfortunate would be laughable. Most importantly, before I was imprisoned, my thoughts were already completely controlled by optimism and resignation.

Because, isn't this just like "dolls playing house"?

No one dares to disobey me, no one can disobey me.

Everyone knelt down and worshipped me, longing for my "love".

Even the most powerful war god, or the most evil evil god, rose up in pursuit of my "love".

Conversely, when I want to pursue something, everything in the world responds to me with "love".

I can't help but think that this kind of love is the emptier thing in the world.

Perhaps no one can understand how I feel.

Perhaps no one can resonate with me.

These people are clearly obsessed with getting love, but when the goddess (me) asks for it, they will take the initiative to offer "selfless love". This contradiction is simply too twisted.

The "love" of "beauty" can even transform the abyss of evil desires into the plain of honest friendship.

This has nothing to do with whether "allure" exists or not.

Since I am the "Goddess of Beauty", this feeling of emptiness will forever haunt me.

In fact, as the goddess of beauty and love, I can no longer escape the "yoke" of emptiness.

This made me, who is in charge of "love," realize that I was actually the slave of "love."

No matter how dashing I pretend to be, or how cruel I act as a witch, I will never be free from the "yoke of the goddess's neck" until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.

When was that?

His face wasn't wearing a fake smile like a mask...

It was the last time he experienced genuine laughter from the bottom of his heart.

I can't remember anymore.

"Love" is really convenient.

With it, you can do whatever you want; there's nothing you can't get.

Love is truly captivating.

It can nurture happiness, making people flock to it.

Love is truly beautiful.

It must be incredibly beautiful; if it's not beautiful enough, it can't be considered "love."

Once there is selfishness involved, it is no longer "love," and if there is even the slightest flaw, it cannot be considered "love."

Otherwise, sex wouldn't be scorned, and narcissism wouldn't be criticized.

Love must be supreme; everyone has fantasies about love, and no one would question that love is the most sublime and beautiful existence in the world.

So, if I am no longer beautiful, can I forget "love"?

If I give up beauty, can I get rid of the "goddess's yoke"?

I long to be defiled.

So I managed to be defiled.

I nestled in a birdcage called a prison, enjoying the pleasures of love amidst the company of male gods.

Then he sought out goddesses and tried every method that could taint him.

The term "city of debauchery" doesn't even begin to describe this situation. In the uninspired celestial realm, the Great Temple that imprisoned me was the most decadent, and I indulged in this ocean of lust and carnal desire for tens of thousands, even thousands of years.

One day, despite being a god, I was enveloped by a deep sense of weariness, and I suddenly noticed something.

The gazes directed at me all around...

A gaze filled with "love" as it looked at me...

There was absolutely no change.

Absolutely no change has occurred!

No matter how filthy I am, no matter how long I spend defiling myself, no one abandons me!

The "goddess's yoke" is still bound around my neck!

I couldn't help but scream.

It was also the first time that he had completely disregarded his "character" and rushed out of the Great Temple.

Crossing mountains, crossing canyons, crossing oceans, crossing stars.

She transformed into one of countless appearances as a "girl" to escape her pursuers, and thus wandered in the endless celestial realm.

Finally, we arrived at a boundless field of flowers.

I arrived at a beautiful sea of ​​red flowers where there seemed to be no boundary between heaven and earth, and my legs went weak, causing me to kneel down on the spot.

I didn't cry.