Su Lun spotted Syr Flover coming out of the Benevolent Mistress.
Syr was also somewhat surprised to see him, but her expression quickly shifted into a slightly mischievous smile.
"If it isn't Mr. Su Lun? I heard you've found yourself another girl, haven't you?"
Is her news really that up-to-date?
Su Lun was briefly confused, but then he remembered that this person was the avatar of the Goddess of Beauty. In other words, with her powers of charm, she could essentially control the entire city's information flow. If anyone was going to be well-informed, it was definitely Freya.
He shot Syr a glance and said, "Hello, Miss Syr. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
Without waiting for a response, he turned around, intending to leave quickly.
Syr immediately feigned a crying expression. "What on earth did I do to be so hated by Mr. Su Lun?"
She cupped her eyes with her hands, but there was no sound of sobbing. Her fingers were slightly parted, allowing her eyes to peek through the gaps at Su Lun with a shimmering hint of amusement.
Su Lun turned back to look at her.
Seriously? Did the Goddess of Beauty's mental state revert to that of a sixteen-year-old along with her appearance? Fine, let her play her games.
"But you're planning to make gifts for Ryuu and Alise, aren't you?" Syr asked, appearing to read his mind as she let out a soft chuckle.
"I am. What of it?"
Su Lun gave her a "dead fish eye" stare, noncommittal about the Goddess's thoughts. He didn't think for a second that she had actually fallen for him. He was self-aware enough to know he wasn't exactly a legendary hero yet.
To a being like Freya who could see into souls, he was at most "interesting"—a novelty from another world. If she had truly set her sights on him, she would have started testing him long ago.
However, for some reason, Syr wasn't acting as polite as usual. Instead, she maintained a sunny, "girl-next-door" demeanor as she stepped lightfootedly toward him.
"In that case, you could try making a small sample first. Once you're comfortable, you can make a larger one. It'll be much easier that way."
"And then?" Su Lun asked, his face expressionless.
"Mr. Su Lun, don't be so tense around me, okay? It's not like I'm a bad person."
Syr could sense Su Lun's extreme wariness toward her, not just in his posture but in his very expression. It was a bit strange.
Has he discovered something? Or did he sense it? No, impossible. This transformation magic is not something a mortal can see through.
Hearing Freya claim she wasn't a "bad person" made Su Lun's stoic expression nearly crumble. Of all people, you, Freya, have the least convincing track record in the original story.
Seeing that Su Lun was struggling to keep a straight face, Syr didn't dwell on it and instead changed the subject.
"I can at least help you solve some problems."
"What problems?"
"Mr. Su Lun... you actually want to start a harem, don't you?"
Syr's words were light, but they made Su Lun feel a pang of guilt. He had to admit the thought had crossed his mind. To be honest, what man wouldn't have that kind of thought? Especially in an isekai world rather than his original one.
"So what if I do?" Su Lun replied neutrally.
"Nothing, really. I'm just saying that since you accepted the first person and then the second, you probably wouldn't mind accepting a third, right?"
Syr met his gaze and continued, a smug smile on her face. To Syr—or rather, to the Goddess Freya—Su Lun's appearance was an unexpected delight.
Whether she would eventually bring him into her Familia was still uncertain. Someone with such "infinite possibilities" shouldn't be bound to a single small Familia so early. She wanted to observe him more.
Indeed. Although Freya loved the souls of heroes, someone as special as Su Lun was truly unique. Because of this, she wouldn't interfere with his growth for now. If her interference caused his potential to be severely limited, it would be boring. She wouldn't get to see those infinite possibilities play out.
Despite her internal calculations, her face remained relaxed. She spoke without blushing or a racing heart.
"Right? Oh, don't misunderstand—I don't mean myself."
Su Lun wouldn't believe a single punctuation mark of what this Goddess said. As the saying goes, you can only trust a Goddess of Beauty as far as you can throw her.
At that moment, the sounds of a frantic scramble came from inside the tavern. Through the window, Su Lun saw Anya running around in a panic.
"Where is Syr, meow?! Why isn't Syr here to help, meow?! The tavern cleaning is super busy, meow!"
Anya burst through the door, unloading a barrage of complaints at Syr. Then, she spotted Su Lun and gave him a cute smile.
"Oh! Isn't it the 'Myriad' kid, meow? Since you're here, why not come in for a meal, meow?"
"I'll pass on the meal, but thanks."
Su Lun declined Anya's invitation with a smile. Anya was probably the most innocent waitress in the entire place. Under the gaze of the two women, Su Lun finally left the vicinity of the Benevolent Mistress.
Anya looked at Syr curiously. "Syr, meow. What were you talking to that Su Lun about?"
"Nothing much."
Syr watched the direction in which Su Lun had disappeared, a distant and peculiar smile on her lips. Her eyes seemed to look through time and space, filled with anticipation.
Su Lun walked several streets away from the tavern. Those people were certainly "hospitable." He didn't hate the Benevolent Mistress, but he decided that their next celebration banquet should definitely be held there.
As he walked, the surroundings gradually became quieter. The bustling crowds thinned out until he turned into a corner exit. A few more turns and he would reach the Starlight Garden.
Right then, Su Lun felt someone watching him from a corner. The gaze carried a hint of malice and scrutiny, but it wasn't a typical murderous intent.
Su Lun followed the feeling and turned to face the newcomer.
A cat-person male emerged from the shadows. He had very delicate, almost handsome features, though he was quite short—barely 160cm. In his hand, he held a bright silver spear.
The adventurer stared at Su Lun with an expressionless face, though he seemed to be simmering with a certain irritation.
This was the man known as "The City's Fastest" and "The Goddess's Chariot"—Allen Fromel.
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