Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

Seated in the Colosseum stands, Loki and Freya sat together, their contrasting personalities evident even in their casual demeanor. Loki swirled the wine in her glass, casting a sidelong glance at Freya.

"You nympho goddess, have you set your sights on another child from someone else's familia?"

Loki's tone was laced with both amusement and exasperation. She knew Freya well. Despite her reputation as a goddess of beauty, Freya's personality was less than admirable. Loki often mused that the two most troublesome deities in Orario were Ishtar, the infamous "Babylonian harlot," and Freya herself.

Both were goddesses of beauty, both wielded the power to charm, and both had an unsettling habit of targeting young men.

Unlike Ishtar, whose promiscuity was flagrant, Freya maintained an air of elegance. Yet her obsessive and relentless nature when pursuing a man she fancied was no less troublesome. Freya would stop at nothing to achieve her desires, which often made Loki pity the poor souls who caught her attention.

Freya didn't immediately respond to Loki's jab. Instead, her expression softened, and her voice turned dreamy.

"His soul... it's intoxicating. Dazzling beyond words. Just gazing at it stirs an excitement I've never felt before. It's unlike any I've encountered—a soul so noble, so radiant, it compels one to claim it entirely, to hold it close."

Her words grew more impassioned, her silver eyes glowing with fervor. Unconsciously, Freya's gaze drifted toward the audience. Her eyes met someone's briefly, and she quickly averted her face.

"No way... Could he have recognized me?"

Freya muttered to herself, pulling her cloak tighter as if to shield her identity. She seemed almost nervous as she lowered her head further, hiding her face.

Freya possessed the ability to perceive souls. Through this gift, she had stumbled upon a soul of extraordinary brilliance—one that outshone many she had encountered, even among the gods.

What Freya didn't know was that Alexander, the owner of this soul, remained blissfully unaware of his new predicament. If he had known, he'd surely have complained: Isn't your target supposed to be Bell? Why on earth is it me? What did I do to deserve this?

Unfortunately, Alexander had no idea what was unfolding.

"Alright, Loki. I have some matters to attend to. I'll take my leave," Freya announced abruptly, rising to her feet.

As Freya left, Hestia, who had been watching from nearby, instinctively moved to follow her. However, Alexander gently but firmly pushed her back into her seat.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice calm.

"Didn't you see? Freya just left! She's probably going to release the monsters!" Hestia exclaimed, her tone urgent.

Alexander, however, appeared unperturbed.

"Relax. Did you see Bell anywhere? No. Without Bell around, Freya's likely just passing through. Besides, why are you so concerned about Bell? He's not even part of your familia."

Hestia paused, Alexander's words giving her reason to reconsider.

"Huh? That's true. I don't even know Bell. Could it be... he left Orario because no one accepted him into their familia? That must be it."

With her concerns momentarily allayed, Hestia settled back into her seat. She and Alexander returned their focus to the spectacle in front of them, completely unaware that Freya's interest had shifted from Bell to Alexander himself.

After a while, Alexander stretched and looked up at the sun.

"Alright, let's head out. I'm starving. Let's grab something delicious."

He took Hestia by the hand, and the two exited the Colosseum.

Outside, the streets were lined with food stalls offering a variety of delicacies. Crowds bustled about, enjoying their meals, while couples sat on benches, feeding each other sweet treats.

The lively atmosphere was infectious, and Hestia's eyes sparkled with excitement. She grabbed Alexander's hand and pulled him toward a stall.

"Boss, two crepes, please!" she said enthusiastically, holding up two fingers.

Moments later, Hestia handed one crepe to Alexander and eagerly took a bite of her own. Her face lit up with delight.

"These are the best crepes! Alexander, here, try some," she said, offering her crepe with a bite taken out of it.

It was clear she wanted to mimic the couples around them, feeding each other affectionately.

Alexander sighed, shaking his head with a faint smile.

"Hestia, there's no need to follow the script so closely. You've watched the anime already. Do we really need to reenact every trope?"