Rayne worked while he thought.
The Goddess of Magic would never allow someone who was not her believer to become the Empire's emperor. Conversely, he also needed the Goddess of Magic's support—not only her support in the mortal world, but also her protection from the malice of the gods.
The Deceiver Loki, Black Emperor Balkor, and Spider Queen Lolth were all formidable opponents.
And there was also his greatest potential enemy in the future, the Sun God Gewon!
Lady of Long Hair's divine power was several levels below that of the Goddess of Magic. Of the four enemies above, she was no match for any of the other three besides Spider Queen Lolth.
You're too weak!
The gods chose mortals, and powerful mortals also chose gods. Lady of Long Hair's temple was too small to contain a great god like him.
You don't qualify to make me serve you!
Of course, Rayne didn't dare say that aloud. Even the weakest god was a lofty, unreachable existence to mortals, so all he could do was silently till the fields.
Seeing that he had not responded for a long time, Freya had already guessed his answer. There was a trace of anger in her eyes, but she did not act on it.
She didn't dare.
Rayne had Vejestri behind him, and Vejestri was also behind her. They were allies in name, of course, and she knew how important Rayne was in Vejestri's eyes. Yet she was secretly trying to poach him. If Vejestri found out, the consequences could be severe.
But as a god, being rejected after using her true form to seduce a mortal was embarrassing.
"Hmph."
Freya wore an unhappy expression. "That's your loss. Ah..."
Rayne suddenly launched a fierce assault. The intense sensations produced by his rapid thrusts interrupted