'Just as Miss Tsubaki said,'
'The Fierce Person's current performance is a rare exception,'
'A miracle born of countless coincidences.'
'Other gods might initially follow the trend, trying to replicate this miracle.'
'But,'
'When the gods pay a painful price, having their bases destroyed, their Familia members injured, or even being sent back to the heavenly realm in disgrace by the rampaging beasts,'
'The gods will naturally understand,'
'That this shortcut is a dead end.'
'The gods, though playful, know when to cut their losses.'
'Once this fever passes, everything will return to normal.'
'Besides...'
'Does Miss Tsubaki truly believe that the current Orario, with its so-called background, is so bright?'
...
These words,
Pierced through the facade like a needle.
Tsubaki opened her mouth, but the arguments she had prepared stuck in her throat.
Bright?
Don't be ridiculous.
As an old hand in Orario, she had seen more darkness than most.
The Familias that trip each other up in the Dungeon for resources,
The human trafficking driven by personal desires,
And the remnants of dark factions hiding in the shadows.
In comparison,
Granting the blessing to two bears,
Seemed like a minor issue.
...
At this point,
Tsubaki had nothing more to say.
Indeed,
Worrying about such 'chaos' that hadn't even happened yet seemed a bit like worrying over nothing.
Besides, if the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up.
Why should she, a blacksmith, worry about that?
Realizing this,
'Alright, alright.'
Tsubaki leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, her conflicted expression disappearing, returning to the straightforward demeanor of Big Sister.
'Since Lord Heimdall has analyzed it so thoroughly, I have nothing to worry about.'
'However,'
'If this really succeeds in the future,'
'How will it be recorded on the Guild's registration form?'
'Will there be a new entry for the Black Bear tribe?'
'That will be the Guild's problem.'
'Rules are dead, but people are alive.'
'If a form can't accommodate it, then the form is too small.'
...
'In that case, I will step aside and go upstairs to find those little monsters, Lord Heimdall.'
'Yes, go ahead.'
The idle chat ends here.
Heimdall lowered his head, looking at the little fellow in his arms who was staring at him eagerly.
Seeing that Heimdall's attention had finally returned to him,
the little fellow's pair of bright, dark eyes were now shining with an unprecedented brilliance.
It was like a stray child who had grasped hope, afraid that this life-saving straw would suddenly fly away.
"Awooo! Awooo!"
It desperately stretched its neck, wildly waving its two front paws in the air, letting out urgent cries.
Even,
because it was too excited,
its short tail was wagging like a propeller behind its rear, and its whole body was restlessly squirming on Heimdall's lap.
"Alright, alright."
"Stop wriggling."
"If you keep squirming, you'll fall off."
Heimdall chuckled and pressed down on the restless little fellow.
"Since you want to become stronger so much,"
"then I will give you this chance."
"But..."
"Let's get the ugly words out of the way first."
"Once this thing is inscribed, you will no longer be just a bear."
"You will have to train with these older sisters, fight alongside them, and perhaps even face monsters dozens of times larger than you."
"Are you afraid?"
"Arooo—!!!"
The little bear raised its head and let out a tender yet exceptionally loud roar.
Afraid? That word didn't exist in the bear's dictionary!
"Good."
"You have spirit."
Heimdall nodded in satisfaction.
Then,
he stopped wasting words.
He directly flipped the little bear over, making it lie prone on his lap with its belly facing down.
He extended his hand.
The drop of divine blood on his fingertip condensed once more.
"Since it's the first time,"
"let me see,"
"what kind of potential is hidden deep within your soul, little fellow."
"Plop."
The divine blood fell,
seeping into the thick layer of fur.
The next second,
"Buzz—"
The familiar radiance of sacred script lit up.
However, this time,
the radiance did not spread across the entire back like it did for the girls before.
After all, this little fellow's physique was too small.
The sacred characters could only squeeze together, arranged densely.
But,
when those characters finally settled,
and the panel appeared,
Heimdall couldn't help but be stunned.
"?"
— —
[Name]: Little Bear
[Race]: Bear
[Level]: Lv.1
[Stats]: Strength: I0 Durability: I0 Agility: I0 Dexterity: I0 Magic: I0
[Development Potential]: None
[Magic]: None
[Skill]: [Tiny Yearning]
[Tiny Yearning]
Mature.
The deeper the yearning for growth, the faster the stat growth rate.
Effect determined by the purity of the yearning.
— —
Yearning?
Isn't this the cheat ability of the White Rabbit?
Although the name's description is slightly different,
the effect should be the same, right?
"This is getting more and more interesting."
The curve of Heimdall's lips deepened slightly.
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