Multiverse: In DanMachi, I'm the Strongest Summoner

To avoid making Raven dislike him,

Finn had no intention of pulling underhanded tricks like the Apollo Familia once did.

As one of the two kings of Orario, the Loki Familia had no need to resort to such tactics.

Since it was clear that Raven had feelings for the royal elf, Riveria,

he decided to use that fact—

and release their own Nine Hell Riveria as bait.

If Raven didn't bite… well, then Finn would just back off.

"Finn, are we guaranteed to win this?"

Loki suddenly shook his shoulder excitedly, giggling.

Even she knew it was a rhetorical question.

Raven's Familia only had one capable adventurer—Raven himself.

As for the three girls who had just recently joined?

Their level was barely Lv.2.

If they didn't drag Raven down, that'd already be considered a win.

Once they won the War Game,

they could also try to recruit those three new pretty girls into their Familia.

Let that shorty Hestia keep selling fried potato balls alone,

and live a lonely, miserable life.

That was what Loki hoped for in her heart.

Elsewhere…

At the top floor of Babel Tower—

Clouds drifted across the sky, while the bright sun illuminated the room.

This lavish room was of the highest class in the tower.

"That boy… is already Lv.4?"

A goddess of peerless beauty—so much so that the words "goddess" and "perfection" felt lacking.

Her snow-white skin, slender limbs, and delicate curves radiated irresistible allure.

Her shapely rear and slim waist,

combined with her heavenly figure—

even her cleavage blushed a cherry blossom pink,

all wrapped up in fabric that only barely contained her voluptuous bust.

She looked like the very origin of the golden ratio.

Her long lashes trembled with emotion,

and her phoenix-like eyes carried a noble and ethereal glow.

Her divine beauty was nearly blinding to witness.

This was one of the Four Great Goddesses—

Freya.

She slowly twirled her silver hair,

a lovesick smile blooming on her face.

"I really love strong men~~"

"Hestia…"

"I'm sorry, but… I've decided to make him mine."

She couldn't help it.

Every time Raven leveled up,

the divine radiance that emanated from him dazzled her soul.

Tucking her silver hair behind her ear,

Freya's lips curved into a cruel yet enchanting smile.

"I can't just stand by and watch anymore."

"It's time…"

"To claim him for myself."

To be honest…

From the first time she laid eyes on Raven, Freya had already seen him as her destined partner.

Even if he had already received another god's Blessing,

she was confident she could still make him hers.

However...

Back then, she hadn't been in the mood to act forcefully.

She wanted to watch him grow,

to see just how far he could go.

And now…

In less than a month, Raven had reached Lv.4.

That made Freya abandon any idea of passively observing.

"Ahh... I want him so bad…"

"So handsome, so thrilling~~"

Just like back then,

when she first laid eyes on him on West Main Street—love at first sight.

"Ahh, I can't wait to make you mine."

Following her burning desires,

Freya's expression morphed into a lovestruck maiden.

She nibbled on her curled finger with her enchanting lips.

Then…

With her eyes closed, she gently bit down.

"Ahhh~~"

"I miss you so much... I want to have you all to myself~"

"Mmmhh~"

Clutching her chest, her heart thudded uncontrollably,

leaving her breathless and flushed.

A sensual scent filled the air.

It had been so long since she'd felt this fluttery, teenage-girl kind of love.

Her whole body trembled with excitement,

and a dull ache rose from her abdomen.

From deep within her throat,

a dreamy sigh escaped.

So this… was what it felt like to fall in love.

"Hmm... Tomorrow's Monster Festival…"

She gently placed her finger under her delicate chin,

eyes fluttering open slightly.

Then…

Her rosy lips curled into a seductive smile.

"I'm looking forward to your performance, you know?"

"Hope this time… you blow me away~"

She whispered sweetly—

but her tone suddenly turned cold:

"Ottar."

"Yes, my lady."

The deep, stern voice of Ottar the Mighty echoed from beside the chamber door.

With his short, earthy-red hair and a pair of boar ears,

the towering man stood like an immovable statue—

like a guard dog awaiting his master's orders.

"Is something wrong, Lady Freya?"

"Make the preparations."

"After tomorrow—no matter what—it's time to bring him into our fold."

Freya had had enough of waiting.

Her heart was already yearning for him desperately.

Raven was no longer the weak little Lv.1 chick.

He was nearly reborn into a phoenix.

If she didn't act now,

he might just soar beyond her reach.

So—

She made her move.

"Yes, my lady."

Ottar nodded in understanding.

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