Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Even Mich felt he dared not challenge him.

"Bell, I love you—! ...Hehe, I've been wanting to confess my love for Bell for a long time—. Whew, that felt so good—"

"Luckily, I wasn't here. Boss, check please."

"To avoid ruining your image in their eyes," Mihe said to her as he paid the bill. Hestia laid her extremely relaxed face on the table, laughing incessantly, seemingly enjoying herself.

Seeing her like this, Mih, though muttering that he couldn't stand it, still dutifully led the drunken goddess (the drunkard) on the way home.

"Mich—. How was the payment made—?"

"Yes. I paid for it all."

"Hey, hey, that's too formal—we should each contribute half in a situation like this—"

"Hmm. Because you only have twenty falis on you."

Mih calmly answered Hestia's drawn-out reply. He tucked Hestia into a four-wheeled trolley loaded with goods and carried her home like a baby stroller.

The two celestial pillars disappeared into the night avenue, illuminated by the glowing lights of the magic stone lamps, accompanied by the crisp sound of wheels.

"Mich—, make me a love potion—that way Bell will be head over heels for me—"

"Okay. I'll pretend I didn't hear it."

●

"Ughhhhhh...!"

The first thing that struck me when I opened my eyes was a headache that came out of nowhere.

Hestia lay on her back in bed, groaning and struggling in pain from a throbbing headache. The ceiling that came into view belonged to the familiar headquarters. The clock on the wall showed it was morning.

After having a drink with Mih, Hestia was completely hungover the next night.

"Are you...are you alright?"

The Bel man was right next to the bed.

He held a glass of water in one hand and gazed at Hestia with concern.

"N-I'm sorry, Belle, for making you see me looking so bad..."

"No, don't say that. ...Uh, Mih also told me yesterday, so you really are...?"

"...Yes, it seems I drank too much."

Hestia remained lying down as Bell fed her some water, looking distressed.

Mihe, who drove me home last night, reportedly left Bell with the meaningful words, "She might be a little tired, try to spend some time with her" before departing.

(I can't remember anything...)

Yesterday's memory has vanished completely. What good deed did she do, and what slip of the tongue did she let slip? Hearing her friend's words, Hestia felt intense unease.

In a few days, Hestia will receive a silent, compassionate smile from Mih.

"...Bell, are you sure you're okay not going to the dungeon?"

"I can't just abandon the current gods. Let's take a day off today."

"I've already contacted the support staff I hired," Bell said with a smile, her eyebrows lowered.

Although Hestia felt indebted to Bell's kindness, she was also very happy because she could spend the whole day with him. And at that moment, she already decided to ask for the day off from work.

Forge God's wrath (what happens afterward), and think about it later.

"Immortal, can you really eat this?"

"...I...I'm a little worried. Belle, can you feed me?"

"Ah, okay, I understand."

Bell scooped up some apple puree with a spoon and brought it to Hestia's mouth. Hestia, who was propped up on the bed, saw him do this and her face lit up with extreme happiness as she took the spoon into her mouth.

Perhaps because of the premise of caring for a patient, Bell now readily agrees to do things that he would normally be too shy to do. Hestia was overjoyed to see the boy desperately trying to hide his embarrassment while tirelessly taking care of her.

"Waaaah...waaaah—, my head—"

"Gods, immortals?"

As Hestia spoke insincerely, she swayed slightly, causing her head to land squarely in Bell's arms, as if Bell were holding her.

Although she knew Bell must be feeling very embarrassed, Hestia just blushed and buried her face even deeper into his chest. His embrace had a gentle, forest-like quality. Hestia took advantage of the situation and pressed herself even closer.

Later, she and Bell, who was finally starting to panic, engaged in a back-and-forth struggle.

"Oh—...so you went out to eat with that supporter lady yesterday?"

"Yes. Because something happy happened yesterday..."

Time flew by, and it was now afternoon. Hestia obediently remained in bed, chatting animatedly with Bell. By this time, her hangover symptoms had subsided considerably.

Hearing the truth about last night brought her some temporary relief, but recalling the two of them holding hands so affectionately still made her overthink. ...Most importantly, the thought of her [ability stats] still growing and thriving as before made her uneasy. The boy's feelings of affection (love) were still directed towards that hateful blonde, golden-eyed girl. The idea of ​​mutual affection was a huge misunderstanding.

She had an urge to put the "Sword Girl" aside for now and get to the bottom of the matter regarding the support girl. She also wanted to know what Bell thought of her.

Hestia was already starting to feel jealous of the girl she had never met.

"I'm so envious of you. I bet you had a great time with that supporter yesterday, right? Ah—ah, I really want to go too."

As a result, Hestia finally couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark and turned her face away, missing the chance to see Bell's shoulder twitch and his throat make a gurgling sound.

Bell fidgeted restlessly for a while, then finally spoke as if making up his mind:

"Well, how about we come together? Just the two of us, um, let's go for a slightly more luxurious meal..."

"...Huh?"

"A lavish, luxurious dinner... how about it?"

Hestia froze when she saw Bell's face flushed red as he tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips.

She couldn't believe her ears.

"Yes, yes, we made a lot of money exploring yesterday...! I'd like to take this opportunity to repay the gods...!"

Hestia didn't hear a word he said after that.

The invitation Bell had just made to her kept replaying in Hestia's mind.

(Could this be... a date invitation?)

Bell actually spoke up! And he even offered to have dinner! Hestia was quite surprised.

Then, she immediately became ecstatic.

"Next time, after the immortal is a little better..."

"Let's go today!"

"Huh?"

"I have to go today!"

Hestia threw off the blanket and sat up in bed.

Bell's eyes were wide open.

"God, immortal, your body..."

"alright!"

She wasn't lying. The sudden surge of excitement filled Hestia's body with power.

Leaving the speechless Bell behind, Hestia immediately began preparing her date outfit.

(—No, wait a minute.)

Hestia suddenly stopped what she was doing, pulled the front of her dress to her mouth and nose, and sniffed it.

It stinks. It's all the smell of alcohol. A scent of alcohol that a goddess shouldn't have emanating from her.

Hestia's eyes widened suddenly.

"Bell, six o'clock!"

"Uh, is that so?"

"Meet at 6:00 AM on Southwest Street, Amor Square!"

As Bell, sweating profusely, watched her go, Hestia grabbed a few personal belongings and rushed out of headquarters.

★

In short, it's paradise.

"Don't you look bigger again?"

"How could goddesses (us) possibly grow up... Hey, stop it, don't rub them like that!"

If the people of the lower realm—children—had happened to be there, they would probably have collapsed with nosebleeds.

Amidst the thin wisps of steam, the goddesses, proud of their beauty, unreservedly exposed their dazzling physiques, voluptuous figures, and natural nudity.

That was indeed the paradise in heaven that every man had dreamed of.

"Ahhh...that feels so good!"

Hestia immersed her bare shoulders and below in the hot water, causing ripples, and murmured to herself with a relaxed expression.

Sacred Baths. As its name suggests, it is a sacred bathing place where only deities are permitted to bathe.

The spacious bathroom features bathtubs of various sizes and colors, along with enormous trees and natural rocks, showcasing the charm of nature. The interior decorations, such as the walls and pillars made of sheared stone, are both exquisite and solemn, embodying the ultimate in luxury.

This grand bathhouse, reserved for the gods, is a facility established and managed by the guild specifically for the gods residing in the city. The guild uses a portion of the taxes collected from each [Family]—which contains an expression of reverence for the gods—to fund the construction of this recreational facility for them.

The male and female bathhouses are naturally separate, but the male bathhouse is used very infrequently. When people talk about the sacred bathhouse, they are basically referring to the female bathhouse. Once, a lecherous old man (the great one) successfully infiltrated (peeped) the bathhouse (now it's just a legend), and since then the guild has strengthened its security, not even letting a rat get through.

Just like the other goddesses who rest naked and defenseless, Hestia, soaking in hot water, also let her skin turn cherry blossom color and gently exhale a breath of hot air.

"Oh my, Hestia? How rare! I never thought you'd come here."

"Ah... hi, Demeter. Long time no see—"

Hestia maintained a relaxed expression, absentmindedly answering the approaching familiar goddess.

The goddess she called Demeter, her voluptuous figure covered only by a thick cloth, sank into the bath beside her.

"Hmm... your breasts are still the same size."

"Yours are magnificent too—"

Hestia slapped away the hand that was reaching towards her chest.

With that slap, Demeter's extraordinary breasts swayed, causing a significant ripple on the water's surface.

"So, what's wrong with you? This must be your first time coming here to bathe, right?"

"Um--……"

Demeter smoothed her honey-colored hair and asked, while Hestia's relaxed expression returned to serious.

This sacred bath requires an entrance fee, so she doesn't usually come here. But today, Hestia has a date with Bell, so she decided to spend her only savings to bathe here for the first time.

She wanted to cleanse her mind and body, including the smell of alcohol, and to refresh herself.

All of this was for the date with Bell.

"I'm having dinner with someone later, so I'd like to dress up a bit."

"...Could the other person be a man?"

"So what if it is?"

Hestia looked surprised at her goddess friend who looked stunned before even hearing the answer.

Hearing the sound of the small waterfall coming from the depths of the bathhouse, Demeter's mature face brightened like a child's.

"Oh dear, this is terrible! Hestia is going to be with a man! Oh—, everyone, listen to me—!"

"Hello, hello, hello?"

Hestia was startled to see Demeter suddenly become excited.

The loud and clear sound made the surrounding goddesses raise their heads and come closer to see what was happening... After Demeter explained the reason, these goddesses, like her, began to waver.

"Hestia has a man!"