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"This is indeed… peculiar," Royman murmured as he reviewed the final pages. "According to our records, the Goliath's next resurrection shouldn't occur for another three days. A premature spawn is highly irregular. The Guild will investigate this matter thoroughly. Once we uncover anything, we will notify both familias immediately."
With that, he stamped the report, sealed it, and prepared to deliver it straight to the highest authorities in Orario.
Damien stepped out of the office first and found himself face-to-face with Loki as she entered the guild. The goddess clicked her tongue.
"Ah… Damien." Her eyes flicked toward Ais and Riveria, then back to him. "Trouble really does stick to you, huh?" She stretched lazily and waved them off. "Alright, kiddos. You two head back to the Twilight Manor. And you—" she jabbed a finger at Damien "—go see Hestia. She's been screaming your name for five days straight. We'll regroup later at your place and talk over this weird mess."
She gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked past as if she owned the building—which, in spirit, she did.
Damien watched her leave and exhaled. "Guess this is where we part ways?"
"Hopefully not for long," Riveria said, adjusting her cloak. "If my suspicions are correct, we will be needing your help sooner than you think."
Ais turned her head sharply, eyebrow rising. Damien smirked lightly.
"You already have a theory? Impressive."
Riveria gave him a knowing look. "If you understood Orario as well as I do, the culprit wouldn't be difficult to guess."
Ais's expression hardened instantly, voice low. "Evilus?"
"Most likely," Riveria replied. "Their movements have been quiet for too long. A premature Monster Rex spawn… it aligns with their methods. We may clash with them soon."
Damien nodded without hesitation. "Then don't even think twice—call me. I want in."
"You will be," Riveria assured him. "Count on it."
With that, the trio finally separated—Ais and Riveria heading back to the Twilight Manor, while Damien made his way to his own home.
A certain tiny goddess had been waiting for him for five long, dramatic, sleepless days.
And she was not going to be quiet about it.
...
As soon as Damien pushed open the door to the Hestia Familia home, he barely got out, "I'm ba—"
A white, twin-tailed missile slammed into him with the force of a divine meteor.
"DAAAAMIEEEN!" Hestia shrieked as she tackled him to the floor. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
Pinned beneath her, Damien let out a soft laugh, warmth creeping into his voice. "Me too, Goddess."
"You took forever! I was bored! Bored out of my divine mind! Without you here this whole place was depressingly quiet!" she huffed, puffing her cheeks like a scolded hamster.
"Well… I'm here now, aren't I?" Damien said.
Her eyes sparkled instantly. "Yes you are! Hehehe! And now—first things first! Stats check!"
Damien headed to the bedroom and lay on his stomach, shirt off. Hestia hopped onto his back like a cat claiming her favorite cushion. A bead of divine blood touched his skin, and the Falna lit up.
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Damien Ardent
Level: 3
Strength: E480
Endurance: D550
Dexterity: C650
Agility: B740
Magic: A890
Skills: Mind's Eye / BloodLust / Stealth/ Shadow Extraction
Magic: Quicksilver/Shadow Preservation
Divine Skills :Ruler's Authority
]
Hestia blinked once.
Then twice.
Then her jaw dropped.
"...Damien," she whispered, eyes trembling. "We… need to talk about this. This isn't normal."
She placed the page gently on his back, slid off him, and handed it over with both hands as though she were passing a sacred relic.
Damien sat up and scanned the sheet.
"Divine skills…? Ah, crap."
Hestia crossed her arms. "I'm assuming you already knew something like this was happening?"
"Well… yeah," Damien admitted. "You're my goddess, so… I might as well be honest. I'm special, Hestia. Different from most adventurers in Orario."
"I already knew that before you even joined me," she murmured. "But this—this is beyond rare. Mortals don't receive divine skills. They don't have access to Arcanum, so it should be impossible."
Damien shrugged slightly. "I figured it had something to do with what I am. Or… who I was. I don't remember anything before Orario."A lie—but a necessary one."So I thought maybe I'm some kind of demi-god? Or something close."
Hestia frowned thoughtfully. "It's possible, but… gods haven't had children in thousands of years. And it's only male gods who could have children anyway. Female goddesses… can't get pregnant. Not in the traditional way."
"Well… your guess is as good as mine," Damien said. "But until we know more… can we keep this hidden?"
"Of course," Hestia said immediately. "I'll omit it when I send in your updated report."
"And… can you hide the Shadow skills and magic too? I think they're connected."
"Absolutely. You're my child—I won't let you get dragged into trouble."
Damien stood to grab his shirt, but—
"Wait! Where are you going?" Hestia asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Uh… putting on my shirt?"
"No, no, no—wrong answer." She pointed dramatically. "You forgot something!"
"…I did?"
"Yes!" she said proudly. "YOUR BACK RUBS! It's part of our sacred contract as goddess and child!"
Before he could protest, she shoved him back onto the bed.
"Now lay down! I'll make you forget all about the dungeon! Every muscle in your body will kneel before my divine technique!" Hestia declared, her voice brimming with triumphant confidence.
Damien, too weary to protest, complied. The moment her hands made contact with his bare back, it was as if a circuit had been completed.
Her fingers, small yet impossibly potent, pressed into the knotted tapestry of his muscles with unerring precision. A divine, soothing warmth blossomed under her touch, spreading through his flesh not like a simple heat, but like molten bliss, unknotting tension he had come to accept as permanent.
"Ahh—Hestia… you're really good at this…" he managed, his voice slipping into a low, involuntary moan as the pleasure-pain of the release washed over him.
Hestia puffed her chest out proudly, her hands never ceasing their masterful work. "Of course I am! I am a goddess of the hearth! Comfort is literally my specialty! Now let the stress melt awaay~!"
What began as a backrub soon evolved. Emboldened by his reactions, Hestia guided him onto his back. "Turn around, come on....I said this was a backrub, but you deserve way more than that!" she insisted, her enthusiasm overriding any sense of conventional massage therapy. She climbed atop him once more, her small, capable hands moving from his shoulders to the firm planes of his chest.
It was here that her divine innocence collided with mortal biology. Hestia, for all her pride in the alluring curves of her own body—her generous chest and soft, plump hips—was, at her core, a virgin goddess. She understood the theory of attraction but not its practical, physical consequences. As she shifted her weight, planting herself firmly across his waist to better work his pectoral muscles, the intimate pressure was unavoidable.
Damien's body reacted on a primal, instinctual level. The soft warmth of her thighs bracketing his hips, the gentle bounce of her movements—it was too much. He hardened, his growing erection a stark, unmistakable line pressing against the thin fabric of her panties beneath her trademark tight skirt.
Hestia's hands stilled. A sudden, unfamiliar pressure against her most intimate place sent a jolt through her system. Her entire face flushed a brilliant, telltale pink. "Uhm... Damien....?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of confusion and dawning realization.
The spell shattered. Damien's eyes flew open, mortification flooding him. In one swift, fluid motion, he sat up, dislodging her gently but firmly. He turned his back, grabbing his shirt to hastily cover the evidence of his arousal.
"I'm sorry... I.. Uh... Didn't mean to do that," he stammered, the words thick with embarrassment.
Hestia, now kneeling on the bed, didn't press forward. She fiddled with the ribbon in her hair, her own cheeks still burning. "It's okay.. I don't mind..." she said softly, her gaze dropping to her lap before she dared a shy, flustered glance his way. "Uhm... I think it's a compliment, honestly...."
An awkward, electrically charged silence descended upon the room, thick with unspoken thoughts and the ghost of that fleeting, intimate contact.
It was a silence mercifully shattered by the sharp, prosaic sound of the doorbell ringing from outside their home.
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