DanMachi: Why Am I Being Crowned the Lord of Cinder! Chapter 113: Under the Moonlight, a Dialogue Between a Boy a

"Are the daily lives of those large familias always this extravagant?"

"..."

Even with the interlude of the "War Ga," neither Hestia nor Ron left midway. It was only after they had completely filled their stomachs that they finally departed.

Walking once more along the streets of Orario, when the girl recalled that exceedingly lavish banquet, filled with every kind of delicacy from land and sea, her heart brimd with emotion. And because she had drunk red wine at the ti, she naturally held Ron's hand.

Compared to the smooth skin of his palm at the very beginning, after this period of high-intensity training in the Dungeon, one could clearly feel the calluses that had ford at the base of his thumb.

Extrely reliable.

Even Hestia's mood cald considerably.

"Maybe..."

"Once this turmoil completely cos to an end, Ron... we should be able to return to a normal state, right? During the day you'll explore the Dungeon, and I'll go work part-ti."

"In the evening, after returning ho, we'll sit together and have dinner."

Recalling the ti when Ron had just beco an adventurer, her eyes were filled with longing. There had been no need to consider any other factors—each of them had their own plans and arrangents, and in the end they would return to their warm lodging to huddle together for comfort.

But what about now?

Hestia's heart carried an indescribable complexity.

The Dungeon crisis from so ti ago, which Ron had not explained in detail, and now—the War Ga known to most of the gods in Orario.

Troubles, one after another...

In the final analysis, it was because she, as a goddess, had been inadequate, forcing him to shoulder all the burdens and drag the familia forward in Orario just to continue existing.

"I don't know..."

"Whether this conflicts with your dream of becoming an adventurer, Ron..."

The girl's sorrow was as gentle as the late-night breeze, voicing the guilt in her heart. But the only response she received was the steadily rising warmth of their clasped hands.

Looking at him as he suddenly stopped in his tracks—at Ron, who should have been at the age of high spirits, yet revealed a maturity that did not belong to this stage of life; with his straight back and relaxed smile—

Hestia murmured softly: "Will you regret it?"

"..."

"I have never regretted it. A person will ultimately strive for their ideals and beliefs for a lifeti. If the journey were always smooth, then one would surely miss the scenery along the way."

To be honest, having experienced far too many things in his previous life, it was difficult for Ron—returned to his youth—to feel hot-blooded enthusiasm. Yet the girl's guilty murmur seed to awaken sothing within him.

It truly ignited.

His tone was matter-of-fact as he stated the answer in his heart: "Only by holding fast to one's convictions can one cut through thorns, overco every difficulty, and reach the end."

"What's more, the Apollo Familia isn't qualified to make regret anything."

"..."

"Then what is your ideal, Ron?"

Sensing the weight within his words, Hestia t the boy's gaze directly. She had never heard Ron speak of his own ideal.

Only, these words were destined to receive no answer.

Perhaps within Ron's blazing eyes, and in the reflection of herself mirrored in his clear light-brown gaze, the boy's so-called ideal was already within arm's reach.

"Mm..."

"Could it be ?"

The girl's slightly childish fair cheeks flushed red—whether from the faint tipsiness of the wine or from finally recognizing that feeling deep within her heart... a feeling she could never possibly relinquish.

Watching Ron smile and gently nod in affirmation, Hestia rose lightly onto her toes—after all, the difference in their heights was there.

She could only cross her arms and affectionately wrap them around Ron's neck.

Not until Ron took the initiative to bend down closer to her did she gently press her forehead against his. When their gazes t, neither of them looked away.

"Mm..."

"I'm very happy."

...

The War Ga between the Apollo Familia and the Hestia Familia naturally stirred up quite a commotion in Orario. The forr's reputation in the Labyrinth City was by no ans low, thanks in part to the distinctive preferences of its god.

As for the latter...

only a small number of adventurers even knew of it.

And even those who did rely felt fortunate that, so ti ago, they had not accepted Hestia's invitation to join her newly ford familia.

Not only that, even Orario's large and small casinos had opened betting pools for this War Ga.

But none of this had the slightest relation to Ron. After all, all of his assets had already been wagered on his own victory in Hephaestus's betting pool.

As for the ti before the War Ga began, his life did not change in the slightest. Each day he went to the Dungeon to carry out high-intensity exploration, leaving early and returning late. Even when he ca back to Orario in the evening to rest and reorganize, after only a brief pause, he would set out once more.

At the very beginning, mbers of the Apollo Familia had followed Ron's movents, until they confird that during this period he was simply soaking himself in the Dungeon.

Only then did they completely abandon their futile surveillance.

In Hyakinthos's words: "To think that in such a short amount of ti you could gain strength comparable to the Apollo Familia is nothing but a fool's dream."

To this, Ron offered no comnt. After shedding countless drops of sweat in the Dungeon, he finally completely eradicated the special monsters on the 11th and 12th Floors.

Total ti spent: five days.

What was sowhat regrettable was that he had not encountered special existences such as a Floor Boss. Otherwise, in terms of great achievents, he might have reached the degree required for a level ascension.

"Very good."

"As for the middle floors of the Dungeon... we'll explore them another ti!"

Gazing at the stairway passage before him, that familiar sensation once again surged within Ron's heart. The deep tunnel, whose end could not be seen, contained a danger that made the hairs on his arms stand on end for no apparent reason.

Compared to when he had first encountered a Goblin Guard on the 1st Floor, this feeling was unprecedentedly intense...

Perhaps the Dungeon believed that relying solely on the monsters of the upper floors was simply not enough to kill him, and was preparing to raise the difficulty for him in the middle floors?

After all, once one passed beyond the 12th Floor, the subsequent floors were referred to as the "First Death Line." The difficulty would increase sharply. With the current size of his party, he truly had no desire to explore further.

The upper floors of the Dungeon alone, with their extrely large numbers of Soulslike monsters and their exceedingly punishing chanics, had already caused Ron no small amount of trouble.

This period of grinding in the Dungeon had been preparation for the War Ga. He could hardly let himself be ganked by a difficulty spike in the Dungeon before it even began.

Most crucially, all of his Revival uses had been consud in the monsters' successive waves of battle.

Noticing beside him the girl whose body radiated intense fighting spirit, eager to explore the middle floors and utterly unaware of the danger lurking in the depths—having a familia mber with ambition was a good thing.

Still, Ron could not help but remind her: "The intensity of our Dungeon exploration during this period has already been maxed out. Next, let's return to Orario first."

"To update our ability values."

"And then..."

"For this final day, you can treat it as rest, or as preparation—preparation to welco the War Ga of the Apollo Familia!"

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