Chapter:40 “A Hero or a Chef - Is it wrong for a Godslayer to Have a harem goddesses

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Godou found it a little surprising how he had never actually stepped foot in Babel in all his time in Orario so far.

Considering it was the tallest building in the city, right smack in the center, and also basically a gigantic mall/marketplace, Godou found himself getting distracted over and over again.

There weren't just shops that sold adventurer-centric goods like weapons and armor. If Erica were here, she would have spent hours dragging him from one clothes shop to another, determined to try as many dresses as possible. Lilliana probably would have hunkered down in the very first bookstore he'd passed by and buried her nose in the endless magical textbooks they had. Yuri would have slowed down as they walked past the jewelry store, and the subtle looks she would give him would force him to buy whatever shiny object that had caught her fancy.

It had been a small relief for him back then that Ena hated shopping.

He was so focused on reminiscing that he somehow managed to walk into a wall.

"Kusanagi Godou."

A talking wall?! Godou immediately looked up.

This guy...he's got to be at least two meters tall! There was no way the man standing in front of him was human, not with those two animal ears protruding out. A Boaz? Godou hadn't seen one before, but he was quite certain that it wasn't normal for them to have such a large and sturdy build.

"You are Kusanagi Godou, correct?" the talking wall said again after a moment of silence.

He nodded. "Yeah, I am. Sorry for walking into you. And you are?"

The man offered a small bow and introduced himself. "I am Ottar, Captain of the Freya Familia. Lady Freya is expecting you."

Godou narrowed his eyes, recognizing the strongest adventurer in Orario instantly. Well this was unexpected. His hand tightened around the Grimoire. So she had planned this all along.

"Lead the way then, Mister Ottar."

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Godou hadn't expected Freya to own the entire top floor of Babel.

But she did, and she was sitting comfortably in an armchair, a view of Orario in front of her.

"Hello, Godou." Her voice silky as usual, Freya stood up and walked towards him with a gaze he could only describe as predatory. She leaned forward, making her cleavage even more pronounced than it already was. "I'm surprised you're back to see me again so soon. I thought we had enough fun just now, didn't we?"

Within Godou, a war raged on. Out of all the Gods he'd seen in this world, none flaunted their divine presence as much as Freya. The Campione within him was screaming at him to back off, that the being in front of him was an enemy, and that she was far too close for comfort. But the man within him wanted to get as close as he could to her. Her attire was scandalous, revealing more skin than cloth, and the perfect proportions she had only made his imagination run wild.

He gulped. He was here for one, and only one, reason.

He raised the book up, using it as a makeshift shield between him and Freya. "Is this yours, Lady Freya?"

The goddess peeled the book away from his fingertips, a not-so-pleased look appearing on her face when she flipped through it. "You didn't read it," she said, sounding slightly disappointed.

"Was I supposed to?" he asked, now feeling puzzled. Why would he read a Grimoire that wasn't his? "When I took a peek inside, I resisted the magic that came out."

Godou found Freya's subsequent jaw-drop a nice reminder that Gods here weren't the all-knowing and all-powerful beings they were in his old world.

"I...see," Freya said, quickly recovering her former serene visage. "That is...uncommon."

Godou could feel the corners of lips sinking. "Did you leave that grimoire for me?"

Freya shrugged. "I was prepared for you to read it. I did not anticipate you returning it to me in an unused state, however."

He was starting to feel uneasy. Ottar standing stiffly behind him like Freya's personal attack dog did little to soothe his nerves. What exactly was Freya thinking, offering him a grimoire? "Aren't grimoires valuable and rare?" he asked. "Why are you giving one to me when I'm not even in your Familia?"

Was the goddess even trying to help him? Or was there something more sinister behind her actions?

"That can change." Freya offered him a wide grin. "If you join my Familia I'll give you an executive position right now."

Godou blinked, letting her words sink in. Judging from the way Ottar had shifted slightly, the Freya Familia's captain had been taken by surprise as well. He didn't really know what an executive position was, but it sounded mightily important.

"I'm going to have to decline," Godou said, offering an apologetic smile. "I'm just a simple chef."

He'd said that line to countless people, and their reactions had varied. Some had laughed. Some had rolled their eyes. Loki would throw a small tantrum every time he turned down an invite to her Familia with it. But Freya's nod of agreement was a first.

"For now, you are." She placed a finger on his chest, before teasingly dragging it up to rest it on his lips. "But if you join me, you could become so much more. An adventurer. A god among men. A hero."

It wasn't so much her offer that had his heart nearly beating out of his ribcage, but the way Freya was leaning up against him. He could smell her breath, and it reminded him of freshly-picked flowers. He could feel her skin pressed up against his, and the sheer smoothness of it made her actions that much more unexpected. Obscene images portraying pure ecstasy and debauchery instinctively flashed past in his mind.

"Freya," he said, intentionally dropping the 'Lady' before her name. "Please stop."

The goddess sighed and pried herself off him. Instantly, his mind became clear again. "You're no fun."

Godou took that as a compliment. His idea of 'fun' had never clashed with that of a God's before. "I'll have to decline your kind offer, Lady Freya. I rather quite like the life I have now. Being a simple chef is..." he smiled, "fun."

For a moment, he thought he saw a scowl on Freya's face. But she'd turned at the sa

me time, so there was no way to be sure. "My offer is always open, Godou."