I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 483: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [22] How To Steal Brísingamen?

Chapter 483: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [22] How To Steal Brísingamen?



Stealing Brísingamen.

The damned necklace that clung almost possessively to Freyja's neck, as if it had a will of its

own.

No matter how many plans I devised, each one ended with the same dismal outcome: either I would be killed by whatever power her damn necklace unleashed, or I'd barely escape alive- empty-handed and no closer to saving my mother.

I'd spent days thinking it over. In the entire week I'd been here, I had never seen Freyja without that necklace. Not even once.

"Do you know what powers her Brísingamen possesses?" I asked Cleenah, pacing around the garden.

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"Dwarves?" I stopped, glancing toward the sky as if searching for answers. "You mean the race that vanished without a trace centuries ago?"

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Her reluctance to elaborate was clear, but I didn't press.

Whatever.

"Did they have nothing better to do?" I muttered, shaking my head in exasperation.

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"I did," I pointed out reminding her that I refused Freyja's request to become part of collection.

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"No, I just confirmed that those dwarves were simps too. Crafting something like Brísingamen just to get a 'thank you' in the end? Pathetic."

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I blinked. "Wait. What? That's... weird." I grimaced. "Becoming a prostitute just for a necklace? That's a bit much, even for her."

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"That's... interesting," I mused, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. "But I still feel bad for you Goddesses. Ten thousand years of being celibate? Doesn't that get a little... stifling?"

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Cleenah's indignant reply to my tease came swiftly prompting me to smile a little.

"Relax, Cleenah," I said with a smirk. "I was just teasing. But can you really blame me for doubting? One of the so-called greatest gods, Zeus himself, is still preoccupied with adding women to his never-ending harem."

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Cleenah's answer was filled with disgust.

I could only offer her a sympathetic glance. Zeus had crossed every line imaginable-he dared to court not only Nevia and Cleenah but even Layla which was really the last straw for me.

If I had the strength, I would've ended his career a long time ago. But I wasn't foolish enough to act recklessly. He was a god, and I was not. My time would come-I just needed to be patient.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But did a better plan even exist when it came to stealing something precious from a goddess? The thought lingered in my mind, but no matter how much I turned it over, nothing brilliant

came to me.

I followed the maid silently, lost in my spiraling thoughts until we arrived at our destination. "Here, enter," the maid said, pushing the door open.

"Okay..." I muttered, shaking my head to clear it. Obsessing over it for hours wouldn't help-I needed more information. First, I had to understand Freyja's habits and routines. That was the only way to find a weak spot in her defenses.

As I stepped inside, an unexpected wave of heat enveloped me. The air was thick with an intoxicating, floral aroma that teased my senses.

Wait...

This isn't Freyja's room.

-Thud!

I spun around to leave, but the door slammed shut behind me. The click of the lock was

accompanying it.

You conniving maid!

"Loki?"

A soft, melodious voice called out, making me freeze. Droplets of water splashed gently,

breaking the silence.

"Y-Yes..." I stuttered, my voice betraying me with a squeal more suited to a startled girl than myself. Slowly, I turned around.

A quiet giggle floated through the steamy air, light and teasing. Freyja's amusement at my reaction only deepened my embarrassment.

When my eyes adjusted, I could vaguely discern her location. The golden outlines of a lavish royal bath shimmered in the heat, but a sheer white curtain hung around it, obscuring her

fully from view.

"Don't be so scared, Loki."

Through the curtain, I saw the shadow of her leg rise gracefully, water trickling down its silhouette. My mind screamed at me to flee.

"I-I think I should leave, Your Highness," I said, taking a cautious step backward only to be

met with the hard wooden door.

"So shy~" She giggled in amusement.

Her shadow moved a bit, and the curtain parted slightly at the front. Freyja leaned forward,

resting her crossed arms on the golden rim of the tub. Her golden hair was elegantly tied into

a bun, leaving her neck and shoulders bare, and the Brisingamen glinted prominently at her collarbone.

She smiled, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that left me rooted to the spot.

"Let's talk, dear Loki."