Danmachi: But I am a God, time to make a family! Chapter 38 38: Beaten Senseless Means Caring for a Lifetime;

Imdiately after.

"Ehhh??!!!!!"

A scream, loud enough to shatter glass, thoroughly resounded through the main hall of [Valka's Red Room].

The decibel level of this scream was so high that sound waves practically rolled forth.

Even a few blacksmiths who were forging deep within the Red Room were startled; their hands trembled, and they almost smashed the red-hot iron tongs in their hands onto their own insteps.

One could see Hestia's large eyes, which were originally full of disdain, now staring wider than copper bells. Her eyeballs were almost pressing against Hair's face.

"The... the high-end residential area at the intersection of North Main Street and West Main Street?!!"

"That wealthy district from the rumors where only those rich Familias who throw gold coins around like rocks can afford to live?!"

Facing Hestia's small face that was close at hand, Hair leaned back tactically. Avoiding the flying spittle, he nodded calmly.

"Correct."

"Thanks to Captain Shakti's generosity."

"Not only the house, but even a full set of furniture has already been paid for."

"We can move in directly tonight."

Saying this, Hair raised his hand quite casually, pointing at that fully-ard financier who had maintained silence the whole ti.

"!"

As soon as these words ca out, the air seed to solidify for a second.

The next second, as expected, Hestia moved!

"Whoosh—!"

A catapult start! A standard hungry tiger pouncing on its prey!

Her body, which was originally limp from hunger, now exploded with astonishing potential energy!

As for that arrogant look of "This Goddess doesn't care for it" just now? It had long since been thrown into so unknown nook or cranny of Orario's sewers!

...

"Hair!"

"What kind of relationship do we have!"

"We are good friends who ca down from the Heavens together, sharing joys and sorrows, going through trials and tribulations together!"

"As the saying goes, true feelings are seen in adversity!"

"Your ho is my ho! I will absolutely not disdain it! Absolutely not!"

In order to mooch the right to live in a mansion, Hestia shalessly leaned forward while desperately blinking those large, watery eyes at Hair.

She attempted to use this thod called "acting cute" to forcefully overwrite the fact that she was still disdaining Hair's dilapidated house a minute ago.

After all, now as long as Hair gave her his word, she would be equivalent to having insurance!

If the day cos when Hephaestus really hardens her heart and makes her go out to find a job, she could still co over to rely on Hair's mansion and continue being a freeloader!

Thinking of this, Hestia couldn't help but give a thumbs up to her own decisiveness!

"..."

As for Hair, looking at this loli Goddess whose face changed faster than flipping a book, he was expressionless.

"Speaking of which..."

"Just now, didn't a certain Goddess still have a look of disapproval?"

"Eh!"

As soon as these words ca out, Hestia's movents froze instantly.

Subsequently, her large eyes rolled around, and she imdiately put on a face full of innocence.

"Eh? Was there?"

"Who said it? Where was it said? How co I don't know?"

"Hair, you must have heard wrong!"

"I am Hestia, who has always supported you the most!"

Cute. I want to keep her as a pet.

Hestia skillfully executed a triple denial. While grinning foolishly, she extended a fleshy little hand, wanting to pat Hair's shoulder to show closeness.

Especially those two iconic black twin-tails, which were swinging back and forth with her movents, appearing exceptionally attentive.

However.

Facts have proved that treating others as fools requires paying a price.

Especially in front of a person holding a hard object in their hand.

Hair did not speak. He just slightly raised his right hand, then flicked his wrist.

Bonk!

A crisp, muffled sound.

The shaft of the spear in Hair's hand knocked solidly onto Hestia's small noggin that was still playing dumb.

"Eeep!!!"

"It hurts, hurts, hurts—!!"

Hestia whimpered, her two small hands hurriedly covering her forehead. Her entire person bounced back three steps, tears welling up from the pain.

"Uuuu... beaten stupid..."

"Definitely beaten stupid!"

"Hair, you idiot! Hitting so hard!"

"If this Goddess is beaten stupid, how will I develop a Familia in the future!"

"It's all your fault, Hair!"

"Take responsibility! You have to take responsibility for taking care of my daily life!"

"Otherwise I will go to the Guild and sue you for abusing a Goddess!"

Hestia rubbed the small bump swelling on her forehead while looking up with teary eyes, her face full of accusation.

Speaking of which, what exactly was that just now?

Hard as an iron rod...

Thinking of this, Hestia complained while raising her head to look over.

Thus.

"?!!"

Suddenly, Hestia saw it.

What Hair was holding in his right hand turned out to be a long spear, entirely silvery-white, with a tip presenting a dark red color.

——When she saw clearly the weapon appearing in Hair's hand, Hestia's small face, originally puffed up in grievance, froze instantly.

The muscles at the corners of her eyes unconsciously twitched twice.

Even though that long spear was just casually held in Hair's hand, and the tip was even pointing down, Hestia's pupils still contracted violently.

After all, as a Chief God who also ca down from the Heavens, no matter how much of a good-for-nothing she acted like usually, there were so things she naturally knew more clearly than anyone in the Lower World.

She naturally knew what this scene ant to the gods of the Lower World.

As the [Scourge of War] who caused endless headaches for the gods in the Heavens.

Since the beginning of the descent to the Lower World, the trouble maker who was unanimously deed by the gods as "absolutely must not obtain a weapon in the Lower World"...

He was actually holding a weapon openly and aboveboard in the Lower World?!!

Facing this situation and scene, Hestia already didn't dare to imagine what kind of reaction the gods would have when they gathered together and learned of this matter at the Denatus held once every three months.

Not only that.

Hestia's change in expression was clearly noticed by Shakti. She couldn't help but frown.

Although as a mortal of the Lower World, she did not know those secrets regarding the Heavens, she could tell that it wasn't just her Chief God Ganesha who revealed a rare solemn tone when discussing matters concerning this deity.

Even this Goddess who looked happy-go-lucky from the start underwent such a huge change after discovering the weapon held in the other party's hand.

It was like seeing sothing that absolutely should not exist in the world.

Regarding this situation, Shakti couldn't help but let her gaze fall on Hair again.

The black-haired back figure was still nonchalant.

However, why would the gods fear a deity holding a weapon?

The gods have been in the Lower World for a thousand years, and there has never been any explicit rule prohibiting gods from holding weapons in the Lower World.

Why was it that only when this deity ca into contact with a weapon, it was like triggering an absolutely insurmountable taboo?

Shakti really couldn't figure it out. But intuition told her that the answer to this problem would probably refresh her worldview.

...

"Please, don't look like you've seen a ghost."

"Currently in the Lower World, I haven't even killed a chicken yet."

"I am still a law-abiding, life-loving ordinary god."

Hearing the words "ordinary god", Hestia couldn't help puffing up her cheeks.

"Isn't it just because killing chickens is useless to you."

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