1059. Illya's Bedroom / 1060. Shirou and Illya Fall Out ...

"Good evening, Shirou. Enough with the joking around, it's time to come home with me. Or are you going to fight me?" The silver-haired goddess standing beside the giant said to Shirou.

Shirou had no choice but to lower his hands. Gan Jiang · Mo Ye transformed into spiritual particles and dissipated. Looking at the girl who was acting as a goddess in this world, he said, "Good evening, Illya."

Chapter 1059 Illya's Boudoir

At all of Shirou's blacksmith shops, the goddesses who had come here specifically to find Shirou, also attended a gathering of goddesses, but they were unable to meet them in person.

They waited for a long time, but what they saw was Hermes.

He took off his hat and reluctantly told the goddesses what had happened to Shirou.

"What?! Shirou's been captured!"

"It's still Freya!"

"Damn it, is this a declaration of war?! Let's gather the power of the other goddesses and drive Freya out!" Ishtar said, biting her red lips, looking annoyed.

"Indeed... I also think it's necessary to have a serious talk with that guy." Astraea, the goddess who looked exactly like Luviagelita Edelfelt, said, cracking her knuckles.

"Come on, calm down," Hestia said, trying to smooth things over.

"Even though Freya, it doesn't have to be this bad," the kind-hearted Ereshkigal said.

"What are you talking about?! It's nighttime now!"

"Huh?" Ereshkigal blinked, not understanding what was going on.

Ishtar sighed and explained, "At this time, what do you think will happen if we send Shirou to that goddess?"

Ereshkigal's ears immediately turned bright red, and she exclaimed, "Ah!!! Impure! How could you do this!"

The full moon in the sky shone its clear, transparent light upon the tower of an exquisite ancient castle, the residence of the goddess Freya.

The silver-haired, red-eyed girl stood on the balcony of the castle, enjoying the breeze. From there, she could see most of Orario.

A night breeze rustled the sheer curtains by the window. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of the young girl's bedroom, which was decorated in lovely pink and exuded a pleasant fragrance. Further along the wall was the goddess's dressing room, where all sorts of clothes hung, mostly formal gowns.

The girl turned around, leaning against the balcony railing, and looked at the boy sitting on the edge of the bed with a happy expression.

After Shirou was brought back, he was brought here and then made to sit down by the girl.

"Speaking of which, can't you give me a chair?" Shirou said somewhat awkwardly. Although, when it came to chairs, he vaguely remembered that in his previous life, when Illya brought him home, he woke up sitting in a chair, and his body was paralyzed.

"Although this time it can't be called mild either," Shirou thought to himself.

"Oh dear, the person who's been brought into my room doesn't need anywhere else to sit," Illya said with a meaningful smile.

"Won't this be inconvenient?" Shirou asked.

"No, this is more convenient," Illya agreed.

"Illya, I'm a little worried about your lifestyle," Shirou said hesitantly. Although she was a goddess, she was also like a younger sister to him.

"Because I've grown up now." Illya smiled at Shirou, her beauty breathtaking in the moonlight.

"Illya..." Shirou looked at the grown-up girl and was genuinely happy for her, but something about this development seemed a little off.

"Hey~!" The girl walked in, lifted her leg, placed her knee on Shirou's thigh, leaned forward and pushed Shirou's chest, causing Shirou to fall onto the bed. Then she straddled him and sat directly on Shirou lap.

Shirou took a deep breath, gazed at the girl, and said, "I'm sorry, Illya, I guess I'll have to do it. This matter started with me, and it's my turn to put an end to it."

Illya only wanted to hinder Shirou. Perhaps it was because of the mixing of worlds, or perhaps it was because of some kind of connection with the white god that she was able to retain her memories from her previous life and come here.

She is Illya, but she is also the genuine goddess Freya, perfectly inheriting the memories of both Illya as a girl and Freya as a goddess.

To her, Shirou was family, her younger brother, and also a special figure who was like an older brother.

What would you do if you knew that a loved one was about to risk their life doing something that would have no good outcome?

Of course we should stop him!

"Shirou, do you understand how dangerous what you're about to do is?" Illya leaned all her weight onto Shirou beneath her, staring directly into Shirou eyes, determined not to let him off the hook for even a moment.

Shirou shook his head. He was not unaware of the dangers of the operation, but someone had to do it.

"But there's no time left. If I don't do it, Surtr will have enough time to crawl out from underground and bring terrible disaster."

"Leave it to me! I can summon a whole host of gods to help. No matter how powerful Surtr, he won't be a match for so many gods."

"There are rules governing the interactions between gods; in this world, the use of Divine Power is forbidden." Shirou didn't want Illya to break these rules for him.

"Rules can be broken. If you ask them, those gods will agree to help," Illya said urgently. She was confident she could make the gods obey, but Shirou was being so disobedient, which really worried her.

"It's not that simple. Surtr possesses the power of the Creator God. Originally a symbol of destruction, now that he has the power of creation, I don't know what kind of changes he will undergo. Only I can take away that energy." Shirou shook his head, looked at the goddess seriously, and explained to her.

Deep beneath the earth, a vast amount of energy pulses.

At the fiftieth level of the lord's checkpoint, there is an entrance to a world covered in molten lava, accessible only by a narrow, winding path leading to the scorching depths of the earth.

A giant made of flames sank into the magma, absorbing the power overflowing from the white god. He was absorbing this power, which was the opposite of his own. Representing the attributes of a god of destruction, if he were to master the power of Creator God from a higher dimension, his strength would not be as simple as one plus one, but likely a multiplication of billions.

If Shirou doesn't enter here to retrieve the power of the white god, once the fire giant has absorbed that power, he will rise from the magma and march towards the surface, destroying everything.

He is the flame itself, and he will burn everything in his path, reducing all living beings to ashes. Then he will set off for the world of the gods to once again accomplish the great work of Ragnarok.

"Why!? Shirou just won't listen to me! I'm the older sister! You're the younger brother, you have to listen to me!" Illya leaned forward, pressing Shirou down, climbed to the window, cupped his face, and shouted.

Chapter 1060 Shirou and Illya's Breakup

"I'll be fine, I promise you," Shirou said with a light laugh.

Illya interrupted Shirou, saying, "Don't think I don't know! Your source of power is the Creator God from a higher dimension. Right now, that god's state is very unstable, which is why this situation has occurred, and why you've become an ordinary person. Even if you really defeat Surtr, once the balance of the white god who is your source of power is broken, you will disappear!"

"..." Shirou fell silent.

Illya is right. He obtained his physical body because of the power of creation. In essence, he is just a spiritual consciousness that was separated from the white god's dream.

Because the power of creation is omnipotent, it can create everything that exists. That's why a consciousness was perfected, and because it wanted to become an essential element of humanity, it was completed and became human.

If the white god's power is exhausted, or if he awakens from his slumber, then he, as a spiritual being, will disappear. This is a decision that cannot be changed under any circumstances.

Illya cupped the boy's face in her hands and said earnestly:

"Shirou, listen to me. Just stay by my side and I'll take care of everything. As long as you don't use your power recklessly, that white god won't cause problems so quickly."

You can live for at least a few hundred more years. That might be short for a god, but it's enough for a human. Shirou, you've done enough. Now, why not live for yourself?

I am a goddess, and I will always protect you, so you can do whatever you want.

Shirou shook his head.

"Illya, please understand, I'm not doing this for others. Although I do hope everyone can be happy, it's not simply for others. It's also because I want to realize my own ideals."

Illya frowned. She didn't want to use such methods on her important family member, but if she couldn't persuade her stubborn brother, she had to find a way to stop him from doing something foolish and risking his life.

"Besides, even if you change something of that scale, what difference will it make? If you don't provoke that god, you can at least live with me for hundreds of years. Isn't that good? Hey Shirou? You're my only family here. Don't you want to live with me?" Illya took Shirou's hand and placed it on her face, her Ruby- like eyes emitting a bewitching light.

Shirou recalled his past encounter with Illya and a gentle smile appeared on his face. Although she had grown up quite a bit, Illya was indeed the girl he had met in the park. Back then, she was like a little girl who didn't understand boundaries in her interactions with others, and sometimes she would go too far. But now she had softened a lot, Shirou was delighted for her.

"Of course, I also hope to live with you. I would feel lonely if I lost Illya."

"Then! I'll listen to you. I'll figure out how to deal with Surtr. You can live with me."

Illya's voice seemed to possess a wondrous magic, compelling those who heard it to involuntarily obey her words and do as she instructed.

But... none of this worked on Shirou. If his will were something that could be changed so easily, he wouldn't be in this situation today. Perhaps he would have been finished the moment he first came into contact with the Black Mud.

Shirou reached out and grasped Illya's shoulder, then forcefully rolled over, turning their positions upside down.

"Ah!!"

Shirou held the girl's waist with one hand, while supporting himself on the bed with the other.

"I'm sorry, Illya. I'll have to leave now. I'll come see you again another day." Shirou patted the silver-haired girl's head. Even though she was now a goddess and her body had grown, in his heart, she was still that quirky, mischievous girl from before.

As Shirou spoke, he ran towards the balcony, Projection a bat-shaped glider-like cape that floated outwards.

"Shirou!!!" Illya shouted loudly.

"Goddess! I'm going to bring him back!" Ota, who was guarding outside, rushed in, looked at the Black Shadow flying away in the air, said to Illya, and made as if to jump off the balcony.

"That's enough! Let him go."

"Yes..." Ota withdrew his leg.

"I know, Shirou. If you can do it, then go ahead. But I will stop you with all my might as the goddess Freya!" Illya said, walking onto the balcony and staring in the direction Shirou had flown away.

With the help of the wind Magic Stone, Shirou maneuvered his paraglider back to his blacksmith shop.

Upon hearing the sound of something landing, people ran out.

"Shirou!"

"Shirou!!"

"I'm back. Ah... everyone, you haven't gone back to rest yet? I'm sorry to have kept you so long." Shirou said apologetically as he saw the gods in the room.

"You're finally back. Freya didn't do anything to you, did she?" Ishtar and Astraea stepped forward, touching Shirou all over, and asked worriedly.

"Hey, this is way too much!" Shirou laughed helplessly, avoiding the two goddesses as he walked outside.

"Don't Run! Shirou, let us check him over properly!" Ishtar and Astraea chased after him relentlessly.

Unbeknownst to the others, Ereshkigal accidentally pulled a long, silver strand of hair from Shirou's shoulder, and covered her mouth in shock.

"What's wrong, Ereshkigal?" Hestia leaned closer to take a look, then screamed, "Ughhhhhh!!!!"

Ereshkigal quickly covered the little girl's mouth.

They seemed to have discovered some important information, but it looked like it would never end if they told anyone. So the two girls exchanged glances and decided to keep it a secret.

"Let's get back to business." After finally calming the two goddesses down, Shirou sat back down at the table and said.

"We've already given the notification. The goddesses are all very interested in Shirou, so a few flattering words and some practical benefits will surely get them to agree to help."

"The same goes for me."

Shirou nodded and said, "Then it's up to Shin-eki now."

The Divine Assembly was originally just a gathering planned by a group of gods who were bored.

The gods, having built up their clan's strength and territory to a certain extent, forgot the hardships of living in the present and entered a period of decadence. With leisure time, they suddenly thought of gathering their fellow villagers for fun, chatting about trivial matters to pass the time.

Although it was mostly just casual conversation, the important thing was that it created an opportunity for these free-spirited gods to gather in one place at a certain time.

Chapter 1061 The Divine Assembly Begins

In the days that followed.

Shirou continued to rush the production of the magic sword and its scabbard, relying on a stable supply of weapons to keep the gods he had won over as partners. Ishtar continued to persuade the many goddesses, while Apollo continued to recruit friends among the gods he had met through eating, drinking, and having fun.

However, things haven't been going so smoothly lately, and it's becoming increasingly clear that the male gods who used to be easy to date have all changed.

"I'm sorry, Apollo, I've already accepted the invitations from other gods."

"Next time, Apollo, I have other things to do."

"Wait! What exactly happened?"

Apollo tried to chase after them to ask, but they simply ran away.

Finally, Apollo found a male god with whom he had an old friendship and finally figured out what had happened.

"Actually, I promised Goddess Freya that I can't help you this time."

"What!" Apollo's expression changed. He had previously portrayed himself as a handsome and beautiful god, and had been collecting children he liked, but only the adventurers of Freya Familia disregarded his persuasion and showed him no respect whatsoever. He was completely outshone.

Freya is the most popular goddess of beauty in Orario; with just a flick of her finger, countless gods will kneel at her feet.

Regardless of which pantheon was more powerful in the divine realm, in Orario, where Divine Power is restricted, the authority of the gods is determined by the strength of their respective clans.

Freya is not the only goddess of love; there are many ancient and powerful deities among them. However, the most radiant and beloved goddess, revered by adventurers and gods alike, has always been Freya.

Why is that?

It's all because of the power of Freya Familia.

Back when the Hera Familia was the strongest in Orario, Goddess Hera was the most beautiful. Now that the Freya Familia is the strongest, Goddess Freya is the most beautiful.

"Something's wrong! Shirou, Freya is getting in our way! I found out that Freya has been holding parties every night lately, trying to win over a lot of male gods and get them to stay away from us." Apollo rushed to the blacksmith and reported to Shirou.

"It's alright! We just need to hold onto our current votes. Ishtar and the others are working hard too. If we can get half the votes, we can win," Shirou said.

Illya... no, the goddess Freya would intervene; he was mentally prepared from the start. All his previous actions hadn't been in vain. He had prepared months earlier than her, something that couldn't be erased in a few days.

"Wow! As expected of Shirou, he's really reliable! Hehehe!!! In that case, we can beat that goddess. Hehehaha~!" Apollo laughed loudly as he spoke.

"Why do you seem so enthusiastic?" Shirou, looking at his idol with a puzzled expression.