A little bear possessing such a skill.
With a little bit of cultivation,
if a sufficiently lofty goal is set for it to chase after,
its growth speed,
would probably shock everyone.
"Ooh?"
As if sensing Heimdall's emotional shift,
the little bear raised its head and gave a somewhat bewildered cry.
"Alright."
Heimdall extended his hand and gently patted the little fellow's chubby, furry rear.
"Pat!"
Crisp, and bouncy.
"Awoo?!"
The little bear shuddered all over and looked at Heimdall with a confused expression.
It hadn't registered what had happened.
"Since the little one has one,"
"the big one cannot be left behind."
"It's time for your mother."
Saying that,
Heimdall walked up to the Fierce Person.
The Fierce Person was already lying down.
Heimdall pricked his fingertip with the Divine Needle.
"Drip."
The divine blood fell,
piercing through the thick layers of black fur,
and dripped precisely onto the center of the Fierce Person's back.
"Buzz—!"
— —
[Name]: Fierce Person
[Race]: Black Bear
[Level]: Lv.1
[Stats]: Strength: I Durability: I0 Agility: I0 Dexterity: I0 Magic: I0
[Development Potential]: None
[Magic]: None
[Skills]: [Fanged Linkage], [Thick Fat]
Skills:
[Fanged Linkage]
When performing coordinated attacks with a contracted partner, both parties gain a significant boost to [Strength] and [Agility].
If attacking the same target, damage receives an additional bonus.
[Thick Fat]
Greatly enhances resistance to physical strikes, with a high damage reduction effect against blunt and impact-type damage.
Durability stat growth receives a high correction factor.
— —
"Not bad."
"With the two of you,"
"it seems I can truly look forward to one day"
"having an Adventurer squad composed entirely of bears."
Heimdall chuckled lightly and stroked the Fierce Person's head.
"Rumble—"
As if understanding Heimdall's words,
The Fierce Person lowered his head clumsily and affectionately rubbed against Heimdall's palm.
"Alright, everyone else is on the second floor now."
"Let's go upstairs and take a look too."
With that said,
Heimdall didn't think much of it.
He turned and walked toward the staircase leading to the second floor.
The Fierce Person and Little Bear immediately followed him eagerly.
"..."
Thus,
As the one man and two bears headed upstairs,
The first-floor hall gradually returned to quiet.
Only the magic sconces hanging on the walls quietly cast a soft glow.
In this peaceful silence...
...Behind the frosted glass door that had been locked shut,
"Hee hee hee~"
"This is how a God should spend their days in the mortal realm~"
In the bathroom,
Hestia had just climbed out of the ridiculously large rock bathtub, completely satisfied.
She was humming an unknown little tune.
At this moment,
Her entire skin was pink and puffy from soaking, like a freshly steamed bun.
Her signature black twin tails were wet and plastered against her back.
She reached for the thick, soft large bath towel on the rack and haphazardly wiped herself down a few times.
Then,
After putting on her Divine Garment,
She picked up the blue ribbon she had casually tossed aside.
Expertly, she cinched it under her chest.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound,
That pair of breathtaking curves was instantly lifted, returning to the form of a blue ribbon.
"Phew—!"
Hestia nodded in satisfaction at her reflection in the bathroom mirror,
Then, with her little bare feet, she walked with light steps, pitter-patter, toward the frosted glass door.
Immediately,
She pressed down confidently.
"Click—!"
"???"
Finally,
A profoundly bad thought slowly crawled into Hestia's mind.
This door...
It seemed to be locked from the outside?
...
A moment later,
"Click."
The crisp sound of the latch retracting finally rang out.
Heimdall grasped the doorknob and gently pulled outward.
"Snap—!"
As the door swung open,
A blue and white figure fell straight onto the floor as the door opened,
Just like a salted fish that had been out of water too long, flipped onto its back.
"..."
Heimdall looked down.
He saw Hestia sprawled on the carpet in a 'big' shape, her round face flushed red from the steam.
"..."
"I am truly sorry."
Heimdall sighed helplessly.
Then, he bent down,
Slipping his hands under Hestia's armpits and behind her knees, he lifted the Loli God, who was radiating heat, with a slight exertion.
Soft and squishy.
But quite heavy.
"Mmm..."
Seemingly sensing the change in posture, Hestia snuggled in, found a comfortable spot, and smacked her lips twice.
Heimdall shook his head, carrying the big trouble upstairs.
Now,
The second-floor corridor was silent.
The girls, who had been hyper all day, had already chosen their rooms and gone to sleep.
Heimdall didn't pick and choose.
He casually pushed open the door of an empty room closest to the stairs, walked in, and gently placed the person in his arms onto the soft, large bed.
"Hoo—"
Heimdall tucked Hestia into the covers, tucking in the corners of the blanket.
Watching Hestia let out a comfortable sigh, roll over, and continue sleeping soundly,
"Good night."
Heimdall said,
Then turned,
Turned off the light,
And gently closed Hestia's door.
The mansion, which had just welcomed its master, finally fell completely silent.
Only above,
A pale, cold moon hung high above the spire of Babel, quietly overlooking everything.
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