Hephaestus sighed deeply.

Hestia was ultimately all alone, feeling completely at ease.

But she is different.

She already has members in her familia, and since those adventurers have joined her familia, it is her duty to take responsibility for them.

This is Hephaestus's sense of responsibility.

I understand that you care about the adventurers in your familia, but you don't need to worry about that.

Weiming smiled and said: My family and clan are not within the rules of Orario, so you can still be the God of Forging.

I think you should have a vague understanding of my power.

……

Hephaestus was slightly taken aback.

Now that you mention it, there's actually some truth to what she said.

Because... the unknown is indeed very mysterious.

If what he said is true...

Hephaestus raised her head, her single eye staring directly at Weiming.

Why did you choose to invite me?

This is a classic question.

The unknown recovery was also very straightforward.

I admire your straightforwardness and your selfless help to your friend Hestia.

Hestia told me that you took her in when she was homeless.

Hephaestus glanced at Hestia.

She was looking at Wei Ming with sparkling eyes, an expression that made Hephaestus's forehead crease with exasperation.

This guy's heart is truly tied to Weiming.

That was just... a passing fancy.

and…

Hephaestus chuckled self-deprecatingly.

I'm not as naive and easily fooled as Hestia, nor do I possess her alluring beauty and figure.

What exactly do you see in me?

"I'm not stupid!" Hestia protested again.

Wei Ming did not answer her question immediately.

Instead, he took a few steps forward.

Until he stood before Hephaestus.

His gaze fell on the eyepatch covering Hephaestus's right eye.

That gaze seemed to penetrate the fabric, looking directly into Hephaestus's hidden secrets.

It made her feel itchy and embarrassed all over.

what are you going to do?

Weiming: I just noticed that you seem to have some—insecurity.

Hephaestus's heart suddenly raced, and an ominous premonition washed over her.

What... are you saying?

Your eyes.

Weiming reached out his hand.

Before Hephaestus could react, he gently touched Hephaestus's blindfold.

Does this eye that you've been hiding make you feel inferior?

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

Hephaestus's blood instantly turned cold, then immediately began to boil again.

No one dared to so directly expose Hephaestus's wounds.

shut up!

Hephaestus suddenly stepped back.

Bang!

He knocked over the tool rack behind him, scattering metal tools all over the ground with a clatter.

You know nothing! Get out! Now!

Hestia was also startled by Hephaestus's outburst.

Hephaestus…

The situation remains unclear, yet the peace persists.

Because of this unique eye, you are ostracized by other gods in the heavens.

I know you cover it up with a blindfold and try to prove your worth through forging, but you still can't get rid of the feeling of being looked at differently.

Hephaestus's breathing became rapid, and her fingers trembled involuntarily.

how many years.

This secret was kept deep in Hephaestus's heart.

In the heavens.

Because of the heterochromatic pupil in her left eye, her bare face was considered ugly by the gods.

Even after descending to the mortal realm, he became a respected god of forging.

Hephaestus was still unable to shake off that deep-seated inferiority complex.

She even frightened her own clan members.

Why…

Hephaestus's voice was almost squeezed out between her teeth.

Why are you saying this?

Weiming did not reply.

Instead, he suddenly reached out and removed Hephaestus's blindfold. 983

Hephaestus instinctively closed her eyes, a wave of shame washing over her.

Hephaestus, open your eyes.

Weiming's voice was surprisingly gentle.

Do not…

Hephaestus pursed her lips and shook her head frantically.

This was a vulnerability she had never shown before.

But Weiming had already seen it.

That eye—an eye that was both fiery and golden.

Please…

Hephaestus had never spoken to anyone in such a pleading tone.

Believe me.

Unknown hand gently cupped Hephaestus's cheek.

For some reason, Hephaestus obeyed his words and slowly opened her eyes.

The unknown face was so close.

His gaze was fixed on Hephaestus's incongruous eyes, but he showed no disgust or fear.

very beautiful.

he said softly.

This eye, like the flames in a furnace and the forged silver, perfectly embodies the essence of the god of forging.

that moment.

Hephaestus felt as if his heart had been struck hard by something.

For many years…

For the first time, someone looked at her heterochromatic eyes not with strange eyes, but with admiration.

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