Freya wasn't the only visitor to the manor. Alongside Ottar, Rose had come as well. Apparently, she was worried that I might offend Freya or do something reckless. It was rather cute, really—seeing her so concerned.
As for allowing them inside the manor, I had no issues. Even if they somehow learned about the Fidelius Charm, there were plenty of other protections in place. Wards, bounded fields, and various enchantments ensured that no one could compromise our security.
Rose sat nervously off to the side, her gaze flicking between Freya and me. Meanwhile, Freya had taken a seat beside me, her posture relaxed but her silver eyes gleaming with curiosity. Ottar loomed nearby, ever the vigilant guardian.
"Winky."
With a soft pop, my little house-elf appeared, making both Rose and Ottar flinch slightly.
"Yes, Master?" Winky chirped, her large eyes looking up at me eagerly.
"Bring my Pensieve and some refreshments for our guests."
"Yes, Master!" Another pop, and she was gone.
"What was that?" Rose asked, blinking in confusion. She had never seen a creature like Winky before.
"That's Winky, my house-elf," I explained. "They're magical beings that live off magic itself. They enjoy serving others—cooking, cleaning, and taking care of households."
Rose still looked uncertain, but before she could ask more, Winky reappeared with another pop, balancing a tray of food and drinks along with the Pensieve. She set them down neatly on the table before vanishing again.
"Perfect, thank you, Winky."
My wand materialized in my hand, and with a simple motion, I extracted a glowing silver strand of memory from my temple. The Pensieve's surface rippled like liquid mercury as I dropped the memory inside.
"This," I gestured to the Pensieve, "is a Pensieve—a magical artifact that allows others to experience memories firsthand. I have something interesting I'd like you to see."
Freya leaned in, intrigued. "How does it work?"
"Just touch the surface of the liquid, and you'll be transported into my memory. Don't worry, nothing inside it can harm you." I poured myself a cup of apple juice, reclining slightly. "You can go one at a time or all at once."
As expected, Ottar went first. He cautiously extended a large finger, testing the waters before fully immersing himself.
The moment he connected, the memory unfolded before him—
A vast, desolate planet stretched before me in the dream space. Towering mountains, endless oceans, and sprawling continents stood in eerie silence, as if awaiting their doom. Above, the stars gleamed like indifferent spectators.
In my hands, I held Hate Ground No Handle Set—twin hammers of absurd, devastating power. Their weight was immense, yet in my grip, they felt as light as air. Power thrummed through them, the very essence of destruction coiling within the metal.
I took a deep breath.
Then I swung.
The first hammer struck the ground with an earth-shattering BOOM. Cracks splintered across the planet's crust, deep fissures forming as molten fire erupted from the core. The sheer force of the impact sent entire continents flying into the void.
I spun, bringing the second hammer down with unrelenting force. The very fabric of the planet howled in protest. Gravity buckled. Oceans boiled away into nothingness.
And then, with one final, annihilating strike, the entire planet shattered.
Mountains crumbled like sand. Cities—if there had been any—were reduced to dust before they could even register their destruction. The very core of the world imploded, sending a cataclysmic shockwave through the dream space.
Then… silence.
All that remained were floating chunks of planetary debris, drifting like forgotten memories in the void.
Ottar snapped back into reality, his breath slightly unsteady. His usual stoic expression was cracked, if only for a moment. Watching a planet be destroyed by sheer physical force was something even he had never imagined.
Yet, despite the awe and shock in his eyes, his fighting spirit did not waver. If anything, it burned even brighter.
"…You are strong," he admitted, voice low but filled with newfound respect.
Freya, her curiosity now an insatiable hunger, dipped her delicate fingers into the memory next.
As a goddess, she had witnessed countless battles, divine feats, and cosmic destruction. But this?
This was something else entirely.
Her silver eyes widened as she lived through the devastation, seeing me reduce an entire planet to cosmic debris with nothing but my hammers and raw strength. The sheer power—the absolute dominance over reality itself—was intoxicating.
By the time she emerged from the memory, her face was flushed.
Her breathing was uneven, her pupils dilated. A faint, unmistakable scent lingered in the air—arousal.
She subtly shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, squeezing them together ever so slightly. The way her gaze lingered on me now…
Oh, she wanted me.
I smirked but said nothing, simply sliding the Pensieve toward Rose.
Rose, who had already witnessed Ottar's shaken expression and Freya's… reaction, hesitated.
Still, reluctantly, she touched the surface.
The moment she entered the memory, she froze.
Then she snapped back so violently that she nearly fell out of her chair.
Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling like she had just survived the end of the world.
Which, in a way, she had.
I sighed and flicked my fingers, sending a gentle calming spell over her. A wave of soothing magic washed over her, steadying her breath and easing the terror in her eyes.
"Relax," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "I just wanted to show you that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to me and my group entering the dungeon."
I leaned forward slightly, my voice dropping just enough to send a shiver through her.
"I have no intention of causing trouble for others such as the guild or gods… but if someone tries to find trouble with me?"
A slow, knowing smile tugged at my lips.
"They won't live to regret it. Butterbeer? This is actually one of my favorite drinks." I passed around bottles of the butterscotch flavored liquid.
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