Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"Huh... Freya?"

The goddess who appeared in Hestia's sight stood out even more among the handsome gods. She was slightly superior to the other celestial beings.

Her delicate, fair skin was reminiscent of fresh snow. Her slender, graceful limbs were enough to bewitch anyone who saw her glide through the air. Her small, soft hips and the slender waist above them were so alluring that they could drive one to madness. The dress, embroidered with gold thread, was open at the chest, and beneath the fabric, her ample and beautifully shaped breasts, perhaps due to the heat, were flushed a cherry blossom pink.

She has a perfect devilish figure, as if the concept of the golden ratio was derived from her.

Her long eyelashes are pitiful, her eyes are ethereal and otherworldly, and her appearance is as awe-inspiring as if illuminated by aura.

Such incomparable beauty can even be described as peerless and extraordinary.

Freya, the goddess who makes beauty fall for her, came before Hestia, her silver hair swaying.

"You... how did you get here..."

"Ah, we bumped into each other over there. It's been so long since we've seen each other, we chatted for a bit and then said we'd like to take a walk around the venue together."

"That's too...too casual, Hephaestus..."

"Have I disturbed you, Hestia?"

"No, I won't..."

The goddess of beauty, whose face always wore a smile, asked her.

Hestia pouted and said:

I'm afraid of you.

"Hehe, I really like your personality!"

"Stop talking," Hestia shook her head.

Freya, the most beautiful among all the gods, is one of the "goddesses of beauty" with exceptional beauty.

These gods and goddesses possess the power to make even the most fickle gods drool and be mesmerized—the power of "beauty." If they were mortals, they would likely become slaves to love at first glance, unable to extricate themselves.

However, all the "goddesses of beauty" are not easy to mess with.

Even this is something that other gods cannot achieve.

Although everyone's situation is different, to be honest, Hestia really doesn't want to get involved with them.

"Hey—! Fifi—, Freya—, you little dwarf—!"

"...But compared to you, there's someone I hate even more."

"Oh dear, how scary!"

Hestia shifted her gaze from Freya's elegant smile and turned her head to see a goddess waving her hand as she walked towards her.

Crimson hair and crimson eyes. Her usual simple hairstyle, tied back with a headband, was styled into an evening updo for the party. The fitted dress suited her perfectly.

Even though she appeared later than Freya, she naturally possessed the same beautiful appearance as Hestia and the others.

"Ah, Loki."

"What are you doing here...!"

"What, can't I come without a reason? You just want to throw a party? It's only rude to need a reason to throw a party. Sigh, this little dwarf really doesn't know how to read the room."

"...!...!"

"Hestia, your expression is scary."

Hestia's face contorted in disgust after being mocked by Loki, who was two heads taller than her.

Hestia had nothing to say about her.

This woman is the enemy.

"It's been such a long time, Loki. And to see Hestia and Freya again, today has been full of strange occurrences."

"Ah—it has been a long time indeed. ...But then again, there are some people I haven't seen for that long."

Loki opened his easily narrowed eyes and cast a scheming glance at the silver-haired goddess.

Freya brought the glass to her lips as the waiter, who was mesmerized by her beauty, handed her a glass. She closed her eyes and maintained her smile.

"What, where have you two met before?"

"We met briefly a few days ago. However, we didn't exchange more than a few words."

"You're really good at talking. You're the one who's giving off a 'don't talk to me' vibe."

"Oh. Loki, I've heard a lot about your Familia. It's quite a large operation."

"Oh my—to receive such praise from Fei Fei, whose business is booming, I'm truly making something of myself—... But honestly, my kids are definitely my pride now."

Loki put her hand on her head, seemingly embarrassed, as she mentioned the members of the Familia, clearly showing her affection for them.

Hestia, with a stern face, overheard this conversation and took the opportunity to question Loki.

"Hey, Loki. There's a member of your [familia] named Warren something, I'd like to ask about her."

"Ah, you mean Fiora? I'd like to hear about her too."

"Hmm? The little dwarf actually asked me for a favor. Is it going to rain lava tomorrow? Armageddon—! Ragnarok—! or something like that."

"Watch out or I'll bite you, you bastard," Hestia thought.

"...I have a question for you. Does that famous 'Sword Princess' have a male boyfriend or partner?"

"Fool, Ais is my precious darling. I will never let her get married, nor will I hand her over to anyone else. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on her but me will be torn to pieces."

“Tsk!”

"Why are you so shocked to hear that...?"

Now she knew that Ais Wallenstein was being treated like a precious gem under Loki's protection.

It must be like how I treated Bell. If only she had someone she liked. Hestia's thoughts began to turn somewhat sinister.

Hephaestus, who was standing beside her, feeling both amused and exasperated, suddenly remembered something and asked Loki:

"I just realized, Loki actually wears a formal suit, that's rare, he usually wears men's clothes."

"—Hehehe, it's because, Fifi. I overheard some little dwarf hurriedly getting ready to go to a party..."

Loki glanced at Hestia sideways, then bent down and brought his face close to her petite frame.

"So I just wanted to make fun of the poor god who can't even afford a formal dress."

(Wow, this motorcycle is awesome!)

Seeing Loki grinning at her, Hestia's head was about to explode.

It's always like this. Hestia and Loki have never really gotten along; it's been less than a hundred years since they first met. But every time this god encounters Hestia, he mocks her... no, he specifically comes to see her just to look down on her.

In fact, Hestia already knew the reason. Because Hestia possessed something that Hestia did not.

Those are the two bunches of Kyoho grapes hanging heavily on her chest.

"Hmph! This is absolutely ridiculous! To expose your flat chest to everyone just to make fun of me, Loki, you certainly have a knack for comedy!"

"Huh!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, it wasn't a joke, it was more like a talent for digging holes! ...My specialty is digging my own grave!"

Instead of Hestia, who was red-faced with anger, Loki's face flushed red this time.

Loki's dress today was a little revealing. Sadly, his chest, as flat as a plain, looked empty beneath the fabric.

Hephaestus crossed her arms. "Here we go again..." She intended to observe the argument between the two gods with a cold eye.

Freya, who was enjoying her fruit wine, still smiled softly with an elegant demeanor.

A full bust exceeding the standard of a goddess is reshaped in a gorgeous dress.

"I'd like to ask you, how many men have been disappointed by those breasts that have no maternal instincts? Because they're absolute, they inspire despair? Idiot! Ah, am I right about that?"

"Not bad my ass, you idiot!"

"Whoosh whoo ...

Loki was almost in tears from the story, and finally lunged forward and grabbed Hestia.

She grabbed Hestia's soft cheeks with both hands and pulled them to the left and right.

She grabbed Hestia's cheeks, pulling and squeezing them from all sides.

Hestia was also pulled until her eyes were filled with tears and her eyebrows were raised. She fought bravely, but her short arms and legs could not reach Loki's soft and long limbs, and every blow she threw missed.

"Oh, it's starting."

"The battle between a loli with huge breasts and Loki with no breasts...!"

"I bet 10,000 falies on the loli with big breasts."

"I bet Wuru will activate her confusion skill at the last minute, and I'll give her ten elixirs."

"I bet I'll do everything in my power to comfort the utterly defeated Loki, with all the Starshards."

"This isn't a gamble at all."

All the gods formed a circle, waiting to see what would happen.

These guys… Hephaestus grew tired of them, but the fierce war was still raging.

Whenever Loki's hands gripped her supple cheeks and tugged at them in a crisscrossing motion, Hestia's petite body swayed along with them.

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye.

It swayed and swung.

"...Hmph, hmph. I'll let you off the hook for now."

(((((((The wavering is extremely obvious...)))))))

Loki couldn't stand it and looked away, and Hestia slipped from her grasp onto the floor with a thud.

Loki didn't even glance at the little girl writhing in agony, and left the scene trembling.

He looked like he had won the game but lost face.

"Ugh...! Next time you show up, don't let me see your flat-chested body again, you loser!"

"Shut up, you idiot—! You'll remember this!"

Loki finally left the venue, tears streaming down his face.

"Just as expected," the other gods thought, and they all left Hestia and the others.

"Loki's personality is really much gentler now..."

"Rather than saying they've become much more docile... it's more like they've become a nobody..."

Hearing Freya's soft words, Hephaestus could only look confused.

Freya smiled and smoothed her hair.

"Before coming to the mortal realm, she used to incite the gods to kill each other for amusement, you know? She's much cuter now. Most importantly, she doesn't make people worry anymore."

"You're right. By the way, you and Loki seem to have known each other for a long time?"

"Yes. Just like the two of you."

Hestia stood up unsteadily, and Hephaestus supported her from behind.

"This is a cursed fate for us," she said with a bitter smile to Freya.

"Loki seems to really like children. Perhaps that's why she changed."

"...Although it's a pity, well, I agree with Loki on the point about liking children."

"Oh, you just said before, 'These kids don't want to join my Familia, they have no taste—'... Was it that child named Bell who joined your Familia who made you change your mind?"

"Hmph, I guess so. That child is really well-behaved; it would be a waste for him to stay by my side."

"I remember him as a human with white hair and red eyes, right? When you came to report to me that you had organized a [Familia], I was quite shocked..."

As Hephaestus nodded repeatedly, Freya, who was standing next to her, made a move.

She slammed the glass down on the table with a clang and tossed her hair back.

"Then, I should take my leave."

"Huh, so early? Freya, didn't you have something to do?"