The Queens, the Beauties, and the Battle for Roy
The Bifröst plaza trembled with the intensity of multiple divine auras colliding.
Grayfia.
Velzard.
Velgrynd.
Scáthach.
Four newly awakened cosmic-level women—each suppressing their power down to "safe" levels… yet still radiating enough heat, frost, shadow, and authority to make seasoned Einherjar tremble.
But then—
Three more forces stormed toward them:
Sif, the Golden Warrior of Asgard.
Amora, the dangerously alluring Enchantress.
Lorelei, master charmress and walking temptation.
A crash of personalities was inevitable.
★ The Confrontation of Seven Beauties
Sif arrived first, spear in hand, cheeks red.
"ROY!"
Her gaze flicked to the four newcomers.
"…and who exactly are THEY?"
Amora appeared in a swirl of green magic and seductive annoyance.
"My, my, Roy… you disappear, and return with four cosmic-level rivals.
How inconsiderate."
Lorelei stomped her foot, arms crossed.
"I haven't even had ONE date with you, Roy!
And now you bring THEM?!"
Roy opened his mouth to speak—
—but Velzard stepped forward, cold and elegant.
"We are companions of Roy."
Velgrynd smirked.
"More like women who belong to him."
Grayfia bowed respectfully, though her silver eyes glimmered with possessive warmth.
"I serve Lord Roy… and stand at his side."
Scáthach merely smiled, eyes gleaming like a warrior sizing up new opponents.
"I am his spear. His teacher. His future."
The three Asgardian women:
Sif: Wait—future WHAT?!
Amora: Serve him? In what way exactly?
Lorelei: They're all so pretty I hate it.
Lightning of jealousy sparked in the air.
Cold frost from Velzard clashed with Amora's magic.
Velgrynd's heat fought Lorelei's charm aura.
Roy sighed heavily.
"Please don't destroy the bridge…"
★ Odin Summons Roy — The Interrogation Room
As if answering Roy's silent prayer, a booming voice shook the air.
"ROY ODINSON!
TO THE PALACE. NOW."
Odin's voice didn't sound angry.
It sounded… nervous.
Which unsettled everyone more.
Roy waved his hand to the girls.
"Stay. I'll talk to Father."
The four dragon-women and the three Asgardian women stared each other down as Roy walked off.
★ Inside Odin's Throne Room
Odin didn't sit on his throne.
He paced.
He rubbed his forehead.
He tried not to show the panic he was definitely feeling.
"Roy, my son," Odin began carefully, "did you… sense anything on Midgard recently?"
Roy blinked innocently.
"Oh! That? Yes, Father."
Odin froze.
"Explain."
Roy shrugged.
"There's a war happening between two nations. The kings are fighting over something very stupid.
But I believe…"
He raised a finger.
"…they angered someone."
Odin narrowed his eye.
"A someone strong?"
Roy nodded.
"Strong enough to punish them.
You know… Earth is full of gods, celestials, old spirits, angry dragons—just because they look mortal doesn't mean they are."
Odin stared.
The old king actually trembled.
"Y-Yes… yes, you're right… Earth houses many sealed beings… unpredictable… extremely dangerous…"
He swallowed.
Roy could not know the truth.
Roy must not know about the distortion Odin sensed.
Roy must not know Odin thinks a cosmic entity awakened there.
Meanwhile Roy: Heh. I fooled him.
Odin finally exhaled.
"…Very well.
Your explanation… aligns with what I sensed."
Roy smiled confidently.
Odin sighed in relief…
…and also mild defeat.
★ Meanwhile — Frigga's Interrogation Room of Doom
Frigga had taken:
Grayfia
Velzard
Velgrynd
Scáthach
Sif
Amora
Lorelei
…into her personal chambers.
The door closed ominously.
Every woman felt a chill.
Frigga sat gracefully, hands folded, motherly smile sharp as a blade.
"Ladies," she began sweetly,
"do you love my son?"
The seven froze.
Grayfia was first to bow her head, cheeks pink.
"Yes. Deeply."
Velzard and Velgrynd shared a glance, then nodded firmly.
"We do."
Scáthach smirked faintly, unapologetic.
"I want him. That is enough."
Sif turned red to her ears.
"I—I admire him greatly… yes."
Amora flicked her hair, all seductive confidence gone.
"…I may… have feelings."
Lorelei puffed her cheeks, hands behind her back.
"I like him a lot, okay?!"
Frigga clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling.
"Wonderful!"
The seven beauties:
…Huh?
Frigga leaned forward, deadly serious.
"I, Frigga, Queen of Asgard…
give all of you my blessing."
Their eyes widened.
Frigga's smile turned both gentle and terrifying.
"In return…
Please work hard to make my precious son fall for all of you."
All seven women blushed furiously.
Even the dragons.
Even Scáthach.
Even Amora the Enchantress.
Frigga stood, proud.
"I expect results. Yes?"
Seven voices answered simultaneously.
"YES, LADY FRIGGA!"
Frigga beamed.
"My, what lovely daughters-in-law you'll be."