Chapter 27 - New Life in God of War

After a good beating and leaving Freyr crying in the corner, Freya turned to the two elves and answered them.

"If I just say it, you’ll never believe it, so it's better for you to see for yourselves. Nymeria, open a portal and take them to Alfheim. And don’t you dare take too long getting lost in luxury!" Freya ordered Nymeria.

When the wolf heard the first part, her ears perked up and her tail wagged excitedly, but as soon as she heard the last part, she started whimpering.

"Nymeria..." Kratos warned softly.

The wolf stopped whining immediately, her eyes widening in fear. She then grabbed the elves by their collars before they could react, opened a portal, and fled.

Hyperion watched the scene with amusement.

"She won’t have much affection for you if you keep treating her like that," Hyperion said, raising an eyebrow at Kratos.

"She will. I pet her from time to time," Kratos replied without much thought.

"She’s practically a wolf deity in Alfheim. She’s never short on affection and pampering," Hyperion said with a wry smile.

"My petting is better!" Kratos stated as if it were an undeniable fact.

Hyperion rolled his eyes and gave up—there was no arguing with women...

'Well, I can’t disagree. My goddess of war really knows how to use her hands for petting, heheh.' A perverted grin started creeping onto Hyperion’s face as he remembered certain things, which promptly earned him a punch from the said goddess.

"Are you sure about your choice of brother-in-law, sister?" Freyr, with a face swollen like a pig’s, asked Freya while looking at the dumb expression Hyperion was making.

Freya rolled her eyes.

"He's a bit silly sometimes, but he takes very good care of me and my sisters," Freya said.

Freyr still felt strange about his sister sharing her husband, but he didn’t mind too much. After all, Freya had already explained the intricacies of the situation before, and he was deeply grateful to Hyperion for helping his sister and making her happy.

Freyr shook his head and dropped the subject.

"Sister, let's go to my camp, have something to eat, and catch up," Freyr invited.

"Uhh, fine, but my husband will do the cooking," Freya sighed but still set her condition.

"No, no. You’re guests, how could I..." Freyr tried to refuse, but Freya stopped him midway.

"Freyr!!" she commanded.

"Okay, okay, you’re the boss. 'Jeez, she seems even moodier than before...'" Freyr raised his hands in surrender but muttered a quiet complaint at the end.

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That’s all that has been written so far.