Courtesy Returned, Mutual Guidance, Mutual Progress

"Sorry, Lady Freya. I hadn't thought it through."

Ottar lowered his head.

"Lady Freya, Broly isn't a Dwarf Race member. He's a Saiyan."

Beside her, Helen corrected the goddess.

"Hmm?!"

Freya looked over in confusion. After the attendant girl explained, she finally understood that the boy she had seen was not yet at his most alluring. He would continue to grow; he had not fully matured yet.

"No, I must protect that child's chastity from Hestia's hands!"

A sense of duty—or perhaps an even more intense possessiveness—prompted Freya to say those words.

But slogans were easy to shout. How exactly was she supposed to put it into practice?

"Lady Freya..."

Just as the goddess was thinking, the attendant girl spoke again. Helen told her about Hestia inviting her to work as a cook for the other Familia.

That included how she had realized that others might be making moves on the boy Goddess Lord had her eyes on, so she had personally cooked meals to reinforce the appeal of Sheele's identity to him.

"Helen, you did wonderfully!"

After hearing the reason, Freya could not help praising her attendant girl.

"So, should I take the cook job or not?"

Helen asked.

"Yes, of course you should. With a cook's job, Sheele can have more contact with that child!"

Freya understood the principle of gaining an advantage through proximity. If they could not even meet normally, how could there be any chance of an encounter?

"But if I work as a cook, Sheele will have to frequently face the god Hestia at close range. When you are Sheele, Lady Freya, won't Hestia see through you?"

Helen reminded her.

"Ugh, I really had forgotten about that if you hadn't mentioned it."

Freya grew somewhat troubled, but she quickly came up with an idea.