"Click, click-"
As the crisp sound of high heels rang out, the noise in the banquet hall gradually faded, and the bustling venue suddenly fell quiet.
But that by no means meant the atmosphere had grown subdued. From the eager gazes and the rising murmurs, it was clear that the atmosphere in the banquet hall was now reaching its peak.
The silver-haired goddess at the center of everyone's attention entered the venue with light steps. Her evening gown accentuated her graceful waist, making many of the male gods widen their eyes and stare at her in a daze.
Peerless beauty, eyes as clear as though brimming with light, moon-frost silver hair, and an exquisite gown.
Every movement carried a beauty that even other deities could not rival. Simply standing there, the goddess who seemed capable of enchanting hearts looked as though she bore all the light in the world.
"Bell, don't look..."
Hermes instinctively covered Bell's eyes beside him. Even with her divine power sealed, Freya's innate allure as a goddess of beauty would not disappear. Never mind the children of the lower world-even quite a few deities would fall captive to her beauty.
He was certain that Bell's pure soul, filled with yearning, would also have fallen within Freya's usual hunting grounds. But until Roland beside him succumbed, warning Bell first was all he needed to do.
Roland also stared intently at Freya, but what appeared in his gaze was neither intoxication nor infatuation, but intense curiosity.
Freya's appearance was indeed exceptional, and Roland did not consider his own heart particularly steadfast. After all, standing and spirit were two different things.
But at his current level, aside from a Contract that exerted a direct influence like a Contract Spirit, any external force seeking to affect his mind first had