God of What? 12 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 12

-VB-

Hephaestus wasn’t sure what to think about her friend’s “roommate.”

A part of it was the fact that “Alan Marris” was an unknown. Another part of it was the fact that she hadn’t heard back from Hestia in some time. For like a week.

Maybe it was her curiosity getting to her or just her worrying for her friend. Usually, Hestia was quick to tell her if anything happened. Hestia teamed up with another god, which was an oddity and rarity in and of itself as deities didn’t like to mix Familias together even if their roles were compatible.

A goddess of hearth and a god of transformation. They weren’t even compatible or related.

Hestia would have said something about anything but she hadn’t for a full week.

Could … he possibly be doing horrible things to her friend?

Hephaestus hated the thought. Hated that she might have been there to stop it from happening but let it happen because Hestia needed to grow into her own.

“What has you in a twist?”

She looked up from her wooden office desk and saw the captain of her familia. “Ah, Tsubaki. I am just thinking about Hestia.”

“Ah, the nearly dwarven goddess?” her captain asked with a smirk.

Hephaestus snorted at the brazen joke.

“What else would she be? She’s shorter than a half-dwarf like me and has tits bi-”

“And let’s stop it there with the crude depictions. What brought you up here?”

“Oh, one of the Hestia-Marris Familia adventurer is here. Something about a report?”

Hephaestus did not jump out of her. She had more control over herself than that. Instead, she walked out of her office, down the stairs, and then came to the lobby of her Familia’s home and found herself staring at a white-haired and red-eyed adventurer.

Ah, Hephaestus remembered those descriptions. This was Hestia’s first and currently only child.

“H-Hi, Hephaestus-sama! I am Bell Cranel of Hestia Familia!” the lithe girl stuttered out, and all of the women in the lobby thought her cute. Well, all but Georgia over there in the corner but she was a gruff woman focused only on smithing, which was also good in Hephaestus’s eyes. “H-Hestia-sama sent me to give you her regards!” she said and then brought up a small wrapped box the girl had brought with her.

“Oh, what’s this?” she asked as she accepted it, unfolded the wrapper, and then opened the box.

Her eyes widened when she saw that the box was filled to the goblin fangs.

“This…?” It wasn’t worth much to her Familia, not when her Level 5 smithing Captain could go down to the Middle Floors and bring up much more valuable loot. However, this was a significant sum for Hestia, and she was giving it to her…?

“Y-Yes, Hestia-sama said we s-should show gratitude when we can, so we are! Please accept our Familia’s gift!”

“... Okay,” she sighed. “But what exactly is Hestia doing that she can’t come herself? It’s not like she has a job right now, right?”

“I’m not sure what exactly she is doing…” Bell muttered. “She and Marris does a lot of talking. Last I heard, it was about how they were going to get more children,” she grumbled.

Was Bell upset about no longer being her goddess’s only child?

“Really? Just that? She should still have time,” she hummed. “But I’ll accept this gesture. Tell her I said thank you and that my doors are always open.”

As the white-haired … bunny went off, she thought about what she just learned.

One, Hestia-Marris Familia Alliance was strong enough to consider a half-chest sized box filled with goblin fangs to be a disposable income. Or close to it.

Two, there were still only two children, one for each deity of the alliance.

Three, neither child had leveled up. Otherwise, Hestia would be running up to her to either boast or beg for help. Hestia had been on the Mortal Realm for not very long and was inexperienced in how established Familias ran their operations. Her aunt had also promised to seek her help.

Four, this was more of a guess than actually learning but Marris was a god capable of holding Hestia’s attention.

The question was then how he was doing it.

-VB-

“I’m back!” Bell yelled as she pushed the door open. She heard someone scrambling and then her goddess popped up from the other side of the couch that had its back to the door.

“O-Oh! You’re back, Bell!” she exclaimed with a … smile? Yes, a smile. “Did you give Hephy the goblin fangs you got today with Yor?”

“I did!”

“Oh good. Then go up and wash yourself for me. Then wait for me to update your Falna, alright?”

“Okay, goddess!” she saluted and ran up the stairs. She was excited to hear just how much she improved over the past week. If she had to wash up and wait for a bit, then she would.

… But she wondered why her goddess looked so disheveled. Did she just wake up?