The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 823 - 22 The Minotaurs Soul Burns Fiercely

Chapter 823: Chapter 22 The Minotaur’s Soul Burns Fiercely Chapter 823: Chapter 22 The Minotaur’s Soul Burns Fiercely At nightfall within the Great Temple on Heather Island.

“Ah…”

A suppressed moan echoed, and Luo En involuntarily paused her hand:

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Hearing that concerned inquiry, Hela, lying on the small bed, quickly shook her head and dryly replied:

“No, it’s just a bit ticklish…”

“Tickling is good! That’s a sign that the wound is healing. I told you not to overdo it!”

Luo En huffed in mild annoyance, then with one hand holding the Holy Grail and the other dipping into it to take some golden Divine Liquid, she gently and evenly applied it to another wound on Hela’s back.

“Ooh~!”

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The moment the two made contact, Hela switched from lying prone to lying on her side, curling her back like a shrimp and unable to stop crying out in pain.

But that voice, inexplicably, contained a trace of melodiousness.

In reality, the itchy sensation of the healing wound was secondary. As a Goddess with the Power of Death and a competent Asa warrior, she wouldn’t exhibit much emotion over a few accidental slashes in combat, let alone losing limbs or being disemboweled.

What really caused her to lose her composure was the warmth from the hand on her back and the pleasure from the skin contact.

Since she had grown up and the affairs of Midgard had become increasingly busy, her teacher hadn’t been close to her for a long time.

Although she knew that this strange and childish desire was something that an Asa warrior should discard in the process of maturing, Hela couldn’t help but yearn for closeness with her teacher and caretaker, especially skin contact.

In later psychological terms, this condition is known as skin hunger.

If you love her, hold her. The most effective way to calm a crying person is to hold them, just like how a mother picks up her baby and soothingly caresses their body until the baby gradually stops crying and smiles happily at the mother. Humans convey and feel love through intimate physical contact. If one lacks physical touch for a long time, they might experience various physiological and psychological adverse reactions, which is a condition known as “skin hunger.”

The development of “skin hunger” is related to intimate relationships. Some people develop this symptom because they didn’t have a stable and healthy intimate attachment during childhood. A lack of social skills, preventing normal social interaction, can also lead to this symptom.

People with this condition crave touch and intimate contact, representing a compensation psychology for the lack of sufficient love during childhood and growth.

Clearly, her parents’ prolonged absence, premature maturity, and her teacher Loki’s neglect in recent years had gradually led her to develop similar psychological symptoms.

However, this wasn’t a major issue. Just as being hungry necessitates eating and being thirsty requires drinking—both are normal physiological needs.

If satisfied appropriately and guided correctly, Hela’s minor psychological problem could easily be resolved.

But unfortunately, the rather gloomy future Death Goddess wasn’t very good at communicating and expressing herself.

Watching her student’s tremors and moans become more pronounced during the medicine application, Luo En softened her tone helplessly and comforted in a gentle voice:

“Hang in there, it will be over soon…”

“Mm…”

Hela, with her back to her teacher, nodded silently and gloomily, her teeth tightly biting her cherry lips, trying hard to suppress the urge to make a strange noise from her throat.

But as the hand on her back touched the largest wound on her left shoulder, Hela’s small body instantly stiffened, and an even higher-pitched moan escaped through her nose.

Hearing that unusual modulation, Luo En once again stopped her hand and hesitantly said:

“Am I being too rough? Should we switch? Heluo seems to be free, or maybe Freya? She’s better at handling this kind of wound.”

“Don’t want to!”

Hela shook her head without hesitation, rejecting the offer, while simultaneously clutching onto her teacher’s other hand,

“I only want you!”

“Okay, okay, stop moving around, the blanket is about to fall to the floor.”

Luo En couldn’t help but laugh and cry as he held down the beast skin blanket that was slipping off the bed and soothed his somewhat clingy student.

Satisfied, Hela lay back down in her little bed and continued to enjoy the close contact from behind.

But when the golden Divine Liquid was poured onto the piercing wound on Hela’s left shoulder, the granulation tissue twitching and growing, and the Warner Divine Power being expelled from her body, it caused Hela’s sensitive constitution to tremble even more violently and her skin to flare up with a rosy blush.

As his fingertips grazed over that newly healed skin, forcing out the last wisps of Warner Divinity, the Healing came to an end:

“All done!”

As he looked at her back, smooth as jade, Luo En was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Freya’s Warner Divine Power leaned towards Life, while Hela’s Asa Divine Power leaned towards Death; the two conflicted with each other.

Therefore, if too much life Divinity remained within Hela’s body unattended, it would not only affect Self-healing but also could lead to cysts and scars.

Girls should be beautiful and flawless; such a risk was unacceptable.

“I’ve cleaned the inside of your wound, and the Warner Divine Power has been expelled. Be careful not to get your newly healed skin wet and try to use your hands less for the time being. Rest assured, a day or two of recuperation should see you completely recovered.”

After briefly instructing her on some medical advice, Luo En was about to stand up and leave, but his arm was caught by Hela once again.

Luo En turned his head back, a bit surprised:

“What’s wrong?”

“Your injury hasn’t been treated yet.”

“That? I can just take care of it when I go back.”

“No! You have to be healed here before you can leave; I want to see it with my own eyes!”

Hela insisted earnestly, her little face completely stern.

She certainly knew that with her teacher’s strength it would not have been a problem to catch a blow from Freya’s sword with his bare hands; heck, even if his head was split in two, he might still be able to mend it himself.

But she had been injured for her sake, and not seeing the teacher fully healed would likely keep her awake for several nights.

Recalling the figure that stood in front of her at that critical moment, warmth spread across Hela’s tense little face, and her night-sky-like eyes shimmered with vivid colors.

At this point, Luo En, seeing that he could not persuade his student, could only compromise helplessly:

“There’s really no winning against you.”

He then sat back down on the bed, spreading out the palm that had been injured earlier to show Hela.

After a good half-day of self-Healing, what had been a gash deep enough to see bone had completely healed, leaving behind only a faint line that was almost imperceptible unless examined closely.

Even so, Hela still held her teacher’s hand and couldn’t help asking:

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not at all.”

Luo En answered seriously, then flicked Hela on the forehead with a snap of his fingers, his expression darkening,

“But you, where did you learn to trade injuries for Life like that? Clashing recklessly with Freya in disregard of your safety? It was just a test, not an actual battlefield; was there a need to go all out?”

“I could have won!”

“Then why are you the one lying here?”

“She had better weapons! That doesn’t count!”

Hela retorted with a huff, her eyes full of defiance, clearly unwilling to accept her loss to Freya.

“Loss is loss, victory is victory. No one on the battlefield will let you make excuses.”

The pleasant voice came from outside the door, as Freya, now dressed in casual attire, stood with arms folded under the moonlight, lightly humming a reminder.

Seeing the valiant Valkyrie of the Warner Clan before her, Hela’s face immediately darkened,

“What are you doing here?”

“Obviously, I’m here to collect my reward.”

Freya replied with a smile, stepping into the Great Temple and giving Luo En, who was beside the bed, a light hum,

“We had an agreement, if I won, you’d treat me to a meal. I’ve been waiting and waiting, and no one showed up. Are you going back on your word?”

“To have a meal, I need to first take care of my student’s wounds.”

Luo En answered in irritation, then gave Freya a glare, counterattacking,

“Who told you to be so heavy-handed?”

“So, can we go now?”

Freya asked with a smile, her eyes playfully swirling.

Seeing that he couldn’t avoid it, Luo En reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Well, it’s just a meal, not like I’m selling myself. There’s nothing to worry about.

Satisfied with the affirmative reply, a content smile appeared on Freya’s face.

Then, with a wink, she teasingly looked at Hela, raising her voice on purpose,

“Tonight I’m borrowing your teacher for a bit, you don’t mind, do you, little sister?”

With that, Freya playfully took Luo En’s left arm from Hela’s hand and affectionately linked it.

Upon this provocation, Hela’s face turned a shade of steel,

“I’m coming too!”

“No, no. Adult matters, kids don’t get to participate.”

Freya declined with a smile, then gently bowed her head, kissing Luo En’s hand like a flirtatious, coy woman.

For a moment, Hela was so furious she felt like exploding, wishing she could jab seven or eight visible holes in Freya.

“Glaring at me is useless; accept the bet and admit defeat. It’s your own fault for not being strong enough and losing your teacher to me.”

Freya spoke cheerfully, her mood extremely pleasant,

“Can’t help it. In this world, strength is the only argument. The victor takes all, and the weak can only stand aside and watch.”

Hearing the double entendre in the taunt, Hela felt a strong sense of humiliation.

It was as if her cherished possession was snatched away and defiled right before her eyes.

Seeing the young girl’s eyes reddening, Freya, who had long been bossed around like a Paru by someone, felt secretly thrilled and continued to turn up the heat,

“But don’t worry, I will certainly treat your teacher well, will thoroughly enjoy this meal, not a drop wasted…”

Just as Freya was preparing to further savor Hela’s distressed expression, a deep voice reached her ears,

“Is that so? Then I need to prepare properly…”

That lighthearted phrasing struck Freya like a thunderbolt.

The Valkyrie turned rigidly, facing the demon behind her with a forced smile etched in her bones, shame and fear welling up, causing her to shudder as she quickly explained,

“I meant dinner.”

“I did, too…”

Luo En answered with a smile, his gaze profound.

You can’t beat me, so you bully my student; Freya, you’ve just shown your true colors.

If you don’t behave, it might be time to revisit a certain self-entertaining game.

Or perhaps, I should treat you to a proper meal myself?

Freya sensed trouble, wanting to turn and flee, but the familiar sensation of being puppeteered took over her movements, leaving her in tears,

I’ve overplayed my hand, doomed!

“Have a meal, and I’ll be back. You should rest early.”

Luo En bid Hela farewell with a smile, then turned to grasp Freya’s arm, dragging the recently too brazen Valkyrie into the darkness.

However, watching the man and woman pull away, Hela hid her dissatisfaction deep in her eyes, burning like flames.

Not strong enough! It’s because I’m not strong enough! That’s why I lost my teacher to her!

Just wait, I will beat you soon!

Her clenched silver teeth drew blood from her lips, her night-sky-like eyes shimmering ominously.

But to achieve this, she had to make a lot of preparations.

For instance, should she first craft a Divine Artifact capable of contending with the Sword of Victory?

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“You want to craft a Divine Artifact?”

Heluo, dragged from her slumber, heard Hela’s request and, rubbing her sleepy eyes, grumbled with a dark face,

“Why come to me? Go to the Dwarves; they’re the finest craftsmen in the Nine Great Kingdoms. Even Odin’s Eternal Spear was forged by them.”

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Upon hearing this, Hela’s eyes lit up, ready to dash through the Rainbow Bridge without a word.

“Just wait, do you have money?”

Heluo quickly held back Hela, irritably reminding her,

“Those Dwarves are well known for their greed. Even Odin has to pay them a substantial amount of gold for their help.”

Hela paused for a moment, then coldly said,

“I don’t have money; but I want that thing!”

“It’s not impossible, but you have to listen to me.”

Heluo’s eyes turned, a droplet of saliva unwittingly sliding from the corner of her mouth.

Based on the affection of growing up together, Hela nodded without hesitation.

As the eldest daughter of her teacher, Heluo appeared to have inherited his craftiness, often having the most ideas,

So, almost every time it was Heluo who devised the plan, Hela would execute it, and they would split the benefits.

This time was no exception.

Beneath the thick night, two small figures whispered to each other, their deep gazes directed toward the somber Dwarf Kingdom.