Forge and Steel

**Freya Familia Residence, Freya's Personal Room**

CRACK

With the sound of the door opening, Ottar and Pyrion entered Freya's room. Once inside, a beautifully decorated living room appeared before Pyrion; however, the goddess Freya was nowhere to be seen.

"The goddess Freya is waiting for you in her bedroom, Pyrion-san." Sensing Pyrion's doubts, Ottar quickly pointed out the location of his goddess.

Upon hearing where the goddess was waiting for him, a look of resignation appeared on Pyrion's face. It seemed his hunch had been right; the goddess Freya had not summoned him for anything serious. Feeling that his integrity might be at risk, Pyrion had a sudden urge to escape the place.

"I wish you a pleasant conversation with the goddess, Pyrion-san. I will accompany you up to here." Unfortunately for Pyrion, Ottar didn't give him much time to plan an escape and immediately walked toward the door, ready to leave the room.

"Wait! You plan to leave me alone with your goddess!?" Looking at Ottar in disbelief, Pyrion raised his voice, stunned.

"It's the goddess's orders. See you later, Pyrion-san." After answering Pyrion's last question, Ottar opened the door and quickly exited the room.

SLAM

TAP

"Was that the door lock?" Hearing the sound of a bolt, Pyrion looked at the door in disbelief.

After observing the door in confusion for a moment, Pyrion shook his head with resignation. With the door closed, his only option was to meet with the goddess Freya.

Accepting his fate, Pyrion gritted his teeth and headed toward the goddess's bedroom. Slowly crossing the living room, he reached Freya's bedroom.

GULP

As soon as he entered the bedroom, the first thing he saw made him gulp hard. In one corner of the beautiful room, sitting comfortably in an elegant chair, was the incomparable goddess of beauty, Freya.

Sitting in the chair, with a charming smile, the goddess Freya was now wearing a beautiful, slightly transparent white dress. The tight dress allowed her curves to be clearly seen, and the wide neckline almost revealed her breasts completely.

For Pyrion, a virgin in both lives, seeing the goddess's stunning dress was like a dimensional reduction hit; his face turned as red as a tomato, and, with some panic, he tried to look away from the beautiful goddess.

"Pyr, you've come!" For her part, Freya, noticing Pyrion's presence, was too excited to notice his blushing. Standing up eagerly from her seat, she walked toward him with a charming step.

"My little Pyr, I heard you got hurt in the dungeon. Are you okay?" As she approached, Freya quickly took Pyrion's hands, and, with a worried look on her face, she asked him.

"D-Diosa Freya! It's a pleasure to see you. I-I'm fine, there's no problem." Feeling Freya's warm hands and seeing her precious body practically pressed against his, Pyrion cursed silently at his hormones that were acting up fiercely.

"Really? What a relief... You don't know how worried I was." With a radiant smile, Freya gently caressed Pyrion's hands without letting go.

"I appreciate your concern, Freya-sama..." With a nervous smile, Pyrion tried to make some effort to pull his hands away from the goddess's, but she held them firmly.

"Fufu, I'll always worry about my dear Pyrion." With an even more charming smile, Freya pushed Pyrion's hands toward herself, bringing them dangerously close to her chest.

"Succubus! Damn succubus!" Cursing mentally, Pyrion used all his willpower to calm his body, trying not to show his obvious nervousness. It wasn't just a matter of lack of experience; any man, even the most experienced, would feel tempted by the enchanting goddess.

"Fufu, dear Pyr... Don't you want to sit down? It's uncomfortable to talk while standing, don't you think?" Freya, who pronounced Pyrion's name with a sensual tone, moved her face closer to his until she was almost whispering in his ear.

"E-eh... I don't mind standing, Freya-sama." A chill ran down Pyrion's body as he desperately tried to distance himself.

"Don't be shy, Pyr. Come, sit with me." Noticing his attempts to distance himself, Freya smiled mischievously and, with some force, gently pushed him toward the bed.

"D-Diosa Freya! I still have your weapon on my back." Trying to avoid the goddess's invitation, Pyrion found an excuse to put some distance between them.

"Oh, don't worry. You can leave it aside." Freya smiled, but still didn't let go of Pyrion's hands.

"This..." Pyrion thought he'd rather have a death match with Zald and Alfia together than be in this situation.

After trying to escape countless times without success, Pyrion eventually gave up, and, under the strict supervision of the goddess Freya, carefully took the enormous box from his back, then gently placed it near the bed.

"Fufu, make yourself at home, my little Pyr. My home is your home, and you know it." With a quick movement, Freya gently pushed him toward the bed.

PLOP

He fell onto Freya's soft bed, and Pyrion immediately straightened up, sitting rigidly with his legs stretched out, visibly uncomfortable. The next second, Freya, without saying a word, lay down next to him, resting her entire body on him.

"E-eh!" Feeling the sudden softness on his left arm, Pyrion watched in horror as his arm sank between Freya's breasts.

"My dear Pyr, I've been feeling so lonely lately. It seems like you've completely forgotten about me and never visit me." With a cute pout, Freya pressed her chest even more against Pyrion's arm, bringing her face closer to his.

"I'm sorry, Freya-sama, I've been busy with work." Feeling Freya's breath on his face, Pyrion knew he couldn't resist much longer. He had to get out of there or he would definitely lose control and do something he would regret.

"Muuu, it's all that woman Hephaistos's fault. It's really annoying that she forbids me from visiting you." With an indignant expression, Freya's bright eyes seemed to intensify as she looked at him.

"Of course she forbade you! If she hadn't, you would've probably 'devoured' me by now." He remembered those nights from years ago when Freya would appear at his room late at night. Pyrion complained mentally.

It should be said that Pyrion and Freya's relationship wasn't recent. Since he was a child, he seemed to catch the attention of the goddess of beauty, and from a very young age, Pyrion began having "coincidental" encounters with Freya.

Little by little, Freya got closer and closer, whether by buying him sweets every time she saw him, or hugging him constantly with the excuse that he was just too "adorable."

In the end, despite all his efforts, Pyrion couldn't shake the goddess off, and Freya ended up becoming something like a second mother to him.

However, unlike his mother Hephaistos, Freya definitely didn't have a purely maternal love.

After all, as Pyrion grew older, Freya began showing increasingly strange behaviors, like sneaking into his room at night or trying to enter the bathroom while he showered. When these "visits" became more frequent and her intentions more obvious, the goddess Hephaistos took action, decisively forbidding Freya entry to the Hephaistos residence.

Thanks to his mother's decisive action, Pyrion was able to keep his virginity until his current age; otherwise, he was sure that Freya would have attacked him long ago.

As the heated conversation continued, Freya's movements became bolder, making Pyrion feel like he could explode at any moment.

"Kyaaa, my little Pyr is so cute when he blushes!" Watching Pyrion's flushed face, Freya's eyes sparkled with hearts as she, with a leap, hung her arms around Pyrion's neck, letting her body "casually" fall onto his lap.

"Freya!" Feeling the goddess's weight on his lap, Pyrion immediately jumped up, and with a bit more force, managed to push her off him.

Freya, who was suddenly pushed onto the bed, was momentarily stunned. Then, remembering the sensation of falling onto Pyrion, she couldn't contain herself and, with a laugh, looked at him with mischievous eyes. "Hahaha, little Pyr, it seems you got too excited. Hahaha!"

Freya's laugh only made Pyrion's face turn even redder, to the point where it seemed like he might explode. Unable to face the situation, he looked down at the floor with empty eyes, lamenting his inability to control his damn hormones, "My social life is over..."

"¡Puchi! Hahaha!" Like a mischievous child who finds something extremely amusing, Freya couldn't contain herself and began rolling around on her bed, laughing uncontrollably.

Desperate, Pyrion simply walked over to the chair where Freya had been sitting earlier. Without the strength to argue, he collapsed into it, completely exhausted by the situation.

"Jajaja, how fun..." Freya, wiping away the tears that had come from laughing so much, turned in bed to look at Pyrion. With a mocking smile, she added, "Don't worry, Pyr, Pyr. I won't tell anyone about your embarrassing situation."

Pyrion, sitting in the chair, simply shook his head with regret. Without responding, he was more focused on controlling the fire in his pants than continuing the conversation.

Freya, still lying down, let out a satisfied sigh as she settled between the pillows. Her mischievous smile remained, but now it seemed more relaxed. "Sorry, little Pyr. I can't help it, you're just too adorable when you get like that," she said in a softer tone, not taking her eyes off him.

Pyrion sighed in relief when he noticed that Freya seemed to be calming down. Although his face still felt hot, he tried to maintain composure. "Freya-sama, I truly appreciate your hospitality... but please, I ask that you don't make this so difficult for me," he said, almost pleading.

Freya squinted while resting her chin on one hand, looking at him with interest and amusement. "Hm... maybe I overdid it a little. But it's just that it's so rare to have you here, Pyr. You're always so busy with your weapons and your clients, that sometimes I feel like you forget about me."

"Freya-sama..."

Hearing the formal address, Freya pouted and interrupted him with a gentle gesture. "Just Freya. You don't have to be so formal with me, okay?"

"Alright... Freya." Pyrion nodded slowly, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "I promise to try to come more often."

Although he said it seriously, deep down he knew it was an empty promise. For someone like him, a man still dealing with his emotional inexperience, spending time with Freya was simply too frustrating.

The goddess smiled warmly. This time, her gaze was no longer filled with mischief, but genuine tenderness. "Good. Now tell me, how have you really been, Pyr? Have you taken care of yourself? Have you rested enough? I don't want to hear any excuses about work... Remember, you're still injured."

Sighing with relief at seeing the playful Freya in a calmer state, Pyrion responded with a faint smile. "I appreciate your concern, Freya, but there's no need to worry so much. I already had three days of recovery under Hephaistos' strict supervision."

"Umm..." Freya nodded, smiling with satisfaction. Slowly, she got out of bed and walked toward Pyrion with soft steps. Placing both hands on his neck, Freya leaned in just enough for their faces to be dangerously close. Her eyes, glowing with a bright violet light, fixed on Pyrion.

"You know you don't have to face everything alone, right? If you ever need help... I'll be here. The entire Freya familia is at your disposal," she whispered, her voice sweet but filled with sincerity.

Pyrion found himself staring into those eyes, which radiated fervent love and palpable devotion. For a moment, he felt his consciousness clouding, as if his will was beginning to fade under that enchanting glow. However, almost instantly, a strong pull from deep within himself brought him back to reality.

"You're being mischievous again..." he commented with a slight tone of complaint while looking at her with resignation.

"Fufu, forgive me, it's just a habit," Freya replied, letting go of him gently while a playful smile appeared on her face. Soon, the shine in her eyes began to fade, returning to a soothing warmth.

Pyrion just shook his head; it wasn't the first time Freya had tried to use her charm on him, but for some reason he couldn't quite understand, that charm never seemed to work on him.

"Freya, perhaps now you're willing to check the weapon I made for your son?" When the atmosphere between them had calmed down, Pyrion took the opportunity to bring up the real reason he had come to Freya's residence.

"Muuu... always thinking only about your work," Freya pouted, her face showing mock offense. However, a second later, as if thinking of something, her eyes lit up slightly and she quickly said to Pyrion, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Fufu, I have a proposal... We'll check the weapon you made right away if you promise to have dinner with me tonight."

Although Pyrion felt there was little to gain from this "proposal," he found himself looking into Freya's bright eyes, full of anticipation. After a brief pause, he sighed and decided to fulfill at least one of the goddess' whims.

"Alright. I accept, I'll have dinner with you tonight."

"Kyaa, perfect then! Let's see the masterpiece you created," Freya exclaimed with a happiness almost childlike. She let out a small cheer of excitement as she hurried over to the box where Pyrion kept the weapon.

"Hey..." As she poked her head out, a smile spread across Pyrion's face. The pure joy Freya was displaying seemed rather adorable.

...

Well, speaking a bit about the MC's relationship with Freya, I'm quite confused about how to approach this relationship. Personally, I don't dislike Freya, and I wouldn't be opposed to including her in the harem, though this would imply a drastic change in the plot.

So, I have two proposals for you all. The first is to include Freya in the harem and make it so that when Bell arrives in Orario, Freya doesn't see him romantically, but rather as a prized trophy to obtain.

The second proposal is that Freya becomes something more like a lover for the MC, without needing to be included in the harem. Well, the decision is up to you.

P.S. From now on, the update days will be Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays.