Chapter 122: Hestia Throws Herself Into His Arms!
After three ten-pulls, he had obtained one Noble Phantasm.
And it was even a Noble Phantasm similar to a Reality Marble.
There was still one final ten-pull left.
With an excited heart, Ethan began the last round.
He just did not know what this final pull would bring.
[White Stockings] [Black Stockings] [White Stockings]…
It was still a pile of stockings.
At this point, Ethan's heart was completely calm.
He was already used to it.
[Unique Skill: Battle Continuation]
A rare endurance-type Skill.
It makes one difficult to kill easily.
As long as the user does not suffer an instantly fatal wound, they can survive, and even when heavily injured and on the verge of death, they can still move and fight.
The gacha was over.
Forty pulls had produced two results.
One Noble Phantasm and one Personal Skill.
That was not bad at all.
Ethan's mood was still pretty good.
However, because Haruhime had been called away by Freya, Ethan suddenly found himself alone.
He was not quite used to it.
After all, once he had gotten used to having someone by his side, the sudden silence made him feel a little lonely.
"Traveler, you're finally back~~~"
Just as Ethan was feeling a little "lonely," a familiar voice came from inside.
He looked up and saw a "flying mascot" fluttering out.
"Paimon?"
"Traveler, I'm hungry!"
"All right. Let's go out and have a feast."
"Really?"
"Really. Get ready. We're heading out."
"Yay!"
Just like that, one person and one mascot quickly tidied themselves up and headed out.
Before long, after passing through several streets, Ethan brought Paimon to the Hostess of Fertility.
"Hephaestus, when am I going to find my familia? I've already been trying so hard!"
As soon as they arrived, Ethan heard a complaining voice coming from the entrance of the Hostess of Fertility.
He subconsciously turned his head and saw two beauties, one tall and mature, the other a baby-faced, buxom legal loli.
This combination was simply perfect.
However, these two were not mortals of the lower world.
They were exalted goddesses.
The Goddess of Smithing, Hephaestus, and the Goddess of the Hearth, Hestia.
Both were goddesses of main-god rank.
Of course, that was when they were in heaven.
In the lower world, the circumstances of these two goddesses were completely different.
After so many years of development, the Hephaestus Familia had become the best smithing and commercial Familia in Orario.
Even within the city, it could be considered an extremely successful Familia.
Hestia, on the other hand, had only descended from heaven recently after spending many years shut away at home.
In Orario, where Familias stood everywhere, a goddess with absolutely nothing to her name would find it incredibly difficult to establish a Familia.
On top of that, because of her own personality, Hestia had freeloaded at her best friend Hephaestus's place for a while.
In the end, Hephaestus could no longer stand it and kicked her out.
Only after being thrown out did Hestia realize that she truly had nothing.
But in the realistic city of Orario, finding a child willing to accept a goddess with nothing to offer was almost impossible.
After all, being an adventurer was a profession where one risked their life.
No one would casually gamble with their own future.
"You've had too much to drink, Hestia~~~"
Looking at her divine friend, then at the clean plates and empty cups spread across the table, Hephaestus felt a headache coming on.
She had originally come to check on this worrying friend of hers.
Who would have thought she would be dragged into paying for an entire meal?
Just look at this mess.
Had this girl been starving for days and planned to eat everything in one sitting?
"Hephaestus, I've already worked so hard! Why is no one willing to join my familia? I'd love them with all my heart!"
A goddess spoke as if she were praying to the heavens.
Of course, Hephaestus had long since gotten used to her drunken rambling.
Quite a few people around them were also secretly glancing at the goddess.
Leaving everything else aside, that explosive figure alone was enough to make men unable to look away.
If she were not a goddess, then...
"Hephaestus-sama."
Just as Hephaestus was nursing a headache, a voice rang out.
She looked up and saw a man standing not far away.
He was wearing simple, loose-fitting clothes, yet he naturally gave off a masculine charm.
"You are?"
Looking at the newcomer, Hephaestus was puzzled.
In her memory, she did not seem to know him.
"Hephaestus-sama, I'm Ethan Starfall. If I say that, you should understand."
"You're Ethan? That really is surprising. I thought anyone who could hang around with Tsubaki would be some burly giant of a man."
"A burly giant…"
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Ethan's forehead.
Hephaestus's words caught him completely off guard.
"Pfft… pfft…"
Paimon, who was beside him, could not help secretly laughing.
A burly giant.
So her Traveler had a nickname like that too?
Paimon would remember this.
Next time, she would definitely use it to mock him.
Naturally, Ethan heard Paimon's snickering from the side.
"Child, are you the child the heavens have bestowed upon me?"
Bang—
Suddenly, an unidentified object pounced straight onto Ethan.
The powerful impact nearly knocked him flying.
Even so, he was still forced back several steps.
When he lowered his head, he saw a "legal loli goddess" hanging from his body.
"My child, my adorable child~~~"
The goddess Hestia had both arms wrapped around Ethan's neck, drunkenly repeating those words over and over.
This goddess was currently drunk and causing a scene.
Unfortunately for Ethan, he had become the target she had chosen and was being treated as her "child."
When many of the men around them saw this, their teeth nearly shattered from envy.
A goddess had thrown herself into his arms.
And she was even this "stacked."
It was simply far too enviable.
"Hestia, he is not your child. If you want one, go find one yourself!"
Hephaestus also felt an unbearable headache coming on.
Calling someone your child the moment you saw them was one thing, but clinging to him on top of that was a little too much.
"No! He's my child! Mine!"
Hestia, on the other hand, refused to let go of Ethan.
The smell of alcohol washing over him made it clear that she was drunk, and very badly at that.
Still, the current feeling was not bad at all.
After all, Hestia's "softness" was pressed against him so firmly that it had changed shape.
That sensation was truly wonderful.
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(PS: More chapters will be coming the following days.)
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