The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 84 Hephaestus

"Let me see."

Just as Chun was completely immersed in the technique embodied in the white-tasseled spear and couldn't extricate herself, a fair hand reached out from behind her and snatched the spear away without saying a word.

Hearing that familiar and steady voice, Chun instantly snapped out of her daze, quickly turned around, and looked at the red-haired goddess behind her.

"Lady Hephaestus!"

Lefia and Ais immediately bowed and called out the name of the red-haired goddess.

They never expected that Fenyu's spear would actually attract the interest of the God of Forging himself.

Indeed, the newcomer was none other than the chief god of the Hephaestus Familia, the deity in charge of fire and forging.

She had fiery red hair, wore an eye patch, was tall, dressed in men's clothing for easy movement, and exuded a heroic and beautiful aura.

"Hmm." Hephaestus nodded, her gaze completely drawn to the spear in her hand.

She only glanced at it casually, yet she gleaned far more information than Chun did.

"This should be a standard weapon of some army. The forging technique is very interesting. The blacksmith's skill is very high. However, in order to pursue mass production, he deliberately lowered the forging standards of some non-critical parts, compressing costs and time to the extreme, while ensuring the superior performance of the core. It's really interesting. I don't know when such an army appeared in the lower realm, capable of using this level of weapon on a large scale."

Hephaestus analyzed the white-tasseled spear with perfect clarity in an instant, even recognizing that it was standard issue equipment.

Fen Yu was secretly shocked; he truly lived up to his reputation as the God of Forging.

This white-tasseled spear was exactly the standard equipment of the Thousand Rock Army in his memory; it was indeed a mass-produced weapon designed for large-scale deployment.

"Who forged this spear? May I see him?"

Hephaestus raised her head, her red eye, unhindered by the eyepatch, looking at Fenyu with curiosity and inquiry.

She could tell that the young man in front of her was not a blacksmith.

As the goddess of forging, she has a keen interest in any child who masters a new forging technique.

This interest, like Freya seeing a shining soul, is a desire that originates from instinct.

"I apologize, Lady Hephaestus."

Facing the gaze of the god, Fen Yu shook his head frankly, "I don't know the blacksmith who forged this spear either. I obtained this spear by chance."

He wasn't lying; he genuinely didn't know the blacksmith who forged the white-tasseled spear.

"Don't be like that, Brother Fenyu!"

Seeing this, Chun immediately stretched out an arm and put it around Fen Yu's shoulder, pulling him into her arms. She said with a smile, "We mean no harm. We just want to exchange ideas with that blacksmith. Techniques can only be improved through exchange. You can't work behind closed doors."

Chun clearly didn't quite believe Fenyu's explanation.

This white-tasseled spear was brought by Fenyu, and it was the first time Orario had ever seen a weapon made with such a new technology. She didn't believe that Fenyu would have no connection with the blacksmith.

A tremendous force firmly bound Fenyu.

He felt as if he were being hugged by a giant bear. Although he felt a soft and elastic touch on his arm, which should have been a perk, since Chun was a hot and beautiful woman with a great figure, her firm breasts, which were tightly wrapped in bandages, were now being squeezed and slightly deformed by his arm.

But Fenyu felt no enjoyment at all, because Chun's strength was so great that it made him feel extremely frustrated and insecure.

As expected of a Level 5 adventurer and a blacksmith specializing in strength, his strength attribute is probably almost maxed out.

At only level 2, Fen Yu was completely powerless against her.

"Tsubaki—Miss Tsubaki! What are you doing? Let go of Mr. Fenyu!"

Seeing this, Lefia was shocked and rushed forward to try to pull Chun away, but her strength was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Chun.

"Miss Ais, come quickly and help!"

Lefia was so anxious that her face turned red. She couldn't save Fenyu at all, so she could only ask Ais for help.

Tsubaki seemed to find it amusing, teasing the anxious Lefia with a mischievous smile.

As for Fenyu, who was locked in her arms, he had a look of utter despair on his face.

Ais tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her golden eyes.

She glanced at Fenyu, who was being held, then at Chun, who was being mischievous, and then at Leifia, who was anxious. She stood there like a machine, not knowing what to do.

"Alright, Tsubaki, that was very rude of you."

Amidst this somewhat awkward farce, a helpless yet composed voice rang out.

"This young man wasn't lying; he really didn't know the blacksmith who forged this gun."

The gods can tell whether mortals in the lower realm are lying.

It is not some kind of logical judgment that can be spoken, but an intuition that originates from essence, an instinct formed from the experience accumulated by the gods over countless years.

Just now, Hephaestus's instincts clearly told her that the boy named Fenyu in front of her was telling the truth.

Only after the main god spoke did Chun reluctantly release her grip on Fenyu, pouting sullenly.

"Hmm—okay."

Seeing this, Lefia immediately stepped forward like a mother hen protecting her chicks, pulling Fenyu behind her and glaring at Chun with wary eyes, afraid that she would do something outrageous again.

Chun watched with great interest as Leifia tightly gripped Fenyu's arm.

Her single eye gleamed with a gossipy light.

Although Lefia isn't the kind of traditional elf with severe mysophobia who forbids anyone from touching her, she is still an elf after all, and under normal circumstances, she will subconsciously maintain a safe distance from the opposite sex.

Judging from the current situation, the relationship between Lefia and Fenyu has clearly gone beyond the scope of ordinary opposite-sex friends.

Men and women from different clans—that's really interesting.

Chun's curiosity and gossip-loving spirit were instantly ignited.

Fen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He disliked the feeling of being completely bound by a powerful force and unable to resist at all.

Fortunately, he wasn't lying.

Although he possesses the [Descendant] skill, which theoretically allows him to lie before the gods without being detected, he generally doesn't attempt it lightly.

The last time I faced Loki in the tavern was a lesson learned.

At the time, anyone with eyes could see that he was lying, but Loki's divine instincts made it impossible for him to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Experience told her that Fen Yu was lying, but her instincts couldn't tell.

The intense conflict between experience and instinct, the strong sense of incongruity, made Loki realize his abnormality in an instant.

After reviewing the incident, Fenyu understood this point.

So he decided that even with his skills, he would try his best not to lie in front of the gods.

After all, some lies are so clumsy that mortals can see through them at a glance. If even the gods cannot discern them, then the problem is too obvious.