17 Syr Flova, Vesta, Sword and Flame.

Narrator POV:

"Excuse me..."

While Mikhael walked through one of the main streets to go towards his home.

He suddenly heard someone talking to him from behind. Turning around, he saw her for the first time.

A girl with blue-gray hair tied in a ponytail style. Her eyes were the color of her hair and she had light peachy colored skin.

She wore a green above-the-knee dress with long puffed sleeves and a white collar. Along with a Small orange bow under the collar and to finish Black leggings that ended in Short brown, ankle boots.

"I think you maybe dropped this..."

Mikhael watched as the girl showed him a magic stone with a kind face but with a touch of insecurity as if she doubted if he really dropped it.

[The world dragon, Kurma thinks that something is wrong with this girl]

[Although all the members of the chat do not use skills to predict what will happen. Her instincts tell her that this girl is hiding something]

Feeling amused at the fact that Freya used on him the same trick that she used on Bell Cranel. Mikhael decided to play along while he had a little fun.

"Is that so?...how strange, because I think I have sold all the magic stones in the guild. Maybe it belongs to someone else..."

He made a face of hesitation that then turned into apology and doubt as he looked around as if he were looking for where the owner of the stone was.

Mikhael could only feel his amusement increasing as he watched the girl's face twist almost imperceptibly at the unexpected response.

"Ah!, is that so? What a shame I couldn't return it to the owner. I guess it must have belonged to someone else."

Putting away the magic stone, the girl nodded her head as if she believed what happened. While she pretended to suddenly observe the bouquet in the young man's hand.

"What beautiful flowers, if you don't think it's disrespectful, could I ask you who they are for?"

Putting on the face of a young woman interested in romance and gossip. The girl asked "innocently" as she showed interest in her eyes as if she didn't care about the answer.

"Oh, these are for my goddess. I just invited her on a date today, and I was lucky that she accepted"

While he put on a cheerful smile and scratched his head. The young man could only keep up the act while he resisted the urge to laugh when he saw how the girl's face twisted clearly.

"Oh, that's right, so if you don't mind... um..."

"Mikhael, just Mikhael"

"Mikhael-san, you can come to the bar where I work. We have delicious food and I can guarantee exceptional service"

While she was barely managing to correct the stiffness in her smile, the girl invited him to the place where she worked. While maintaining a friendly smile.

"Surely your goddess will also like the place and you two will be able to spend a memorable evening"

Looking at the girl, Mikhael suddenly put on an expression of surprise and understanding that turned into admiration.

"Don't tell me?! This magic stone thing is just a trick to attract clients?!. What a clever strategy, I almost didn't notice it."

(I almost didn't notice it because it didn't exist in the first place hahaha)

[The oldest dream feels her ribs hurt from laughing so much when she sees the young woman whose face looks like she ate a lemon]

"Eh...yes...it was all a strategy, how smart of you to notice, Mikhael-san"

Struggling to maintain anything remotely resembling a smile. The young woman laughed, as if her little trick had been discovered.

"Well, miss...um..."

"Syr, my name is Syr Flova. I am a waitress at the well-known "fertility hostess"

"Is that so, then Miss Syr..."

Discarding his act and changing his attitude, Mikhael looked at the surprised girl with a faint smile and playful eyes.

"Now I must leave but I assure you that later I will go to your bar. I look forward to that delicious food that you said, see you later"

Thus, before the girl could react. The adventurer resumed his way home.

Leaving behind a stupefied Syr, who while she saw Mikhael's back walking away from her. She ould only think in a state of disbelief.

(A mortal made fun of me?!)

Although surprised by the boy's reactions. Which contrasted with his soul, the "girl" thought it was because the pure part of his soul had more influence on him.

But it seemed that, he, the brave mortal had been laughing at her act of supposedly finding a magic stone. And probably finding out that she was lying all along.

Thinking about how lustful he was, she was not surprised that the young man decided to play along with her. After all even in her current state she was still a beautiful girl among mortals.

Unconsciously letting a smile inappropriate for her supposed kind and simple nature, appear on her face.

The "young woman" became more and more interested in this funny mortal and her brilliant but strange soul.

***

"You look beautiful, Hestia."

Looking at who entered the basement. Hestia saw the young man who had returned from his trip to the dungeon, a smile appearing on her face.

"You too, Mikhael."

The goddess who wore clothes with a style similar to her normal clothes but more reserved and elegant. Briefly admired the appearance of her son.

[Many members of the group look at Hestia with a judging eye]

[The Best mother strangely evaluates Hestia. As if she was trying to determine if she was right one for you]

[Hestia from another world is surprised to see her counterpart from this world being a midget with big breasts]

"How was the trip to the dungeon?"

Approaching and pushing her son towards the room. He at the same allowed himself to be pushed, although curious about the reason.

"It was decent, I managed to practice my skills and some combat. The only notable thing was that I managed to use a certain combat state again"

[The oldest dream raises an eyebrow at the blatant lie while advising that hiding part of the truth is still the same as lying]

"Is that so? I'm relieved to hear that there weren't many dangers."

She let Mikhael, who understood the signal, lie face down on the bed. Then climbed onto his back while she left his Falna uncovered.

"I met Loki today at the purifying baths"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I managed to arrange a meeting for tomorrow without much difficulty"

"Good job, Hestia."

"Something like that is nothing to me, hahaha"

Laughing proudly at the boy's praise. The goddess began to work on his Falna as Demeter and other goddesses had taught her.

"I also managed to get the method to block Falna's status. You can't keep going around with your information being visible"

"Thanks for that"

"There is no need for thanks between us, Mika."

Finishing the blocking process. The goddess lightly patted the young man's back to let him know that it was ready.

"While we're here, can you update my status, Hestia?"

"Hmm?, Mika, even with skills I don't think your status will increase much without going through great risks, hmmmm..."

Even though she said that. Hestia took off her glove and pricked her finger with a needle she grabbed from the desk next to the bed.

"But I can't refuse a request from my favorite son, so let's see your results of today together, hehe"

[The world dragon, Kurma looks on with disdain at the act of Hestia. Who clearly intended to do it from the moment Mikhael asked her]

As the drop of divine blood fell on his back. Mikhael suddenly had a bad feeling as he remembered that he might have overdone it a bit in the dungeon.

"..."

A bad feeling that increased when Hestia remained silent. While he seemed to feel that the temperature of the body above him suddenly rose.

"Mikhael"

Trying to get up, surprised by the unexpectedly mature and firm voice that sounded above him.

"I will not limit your progress in the dungeon, after all, I know your desire to become stronger."

Only to feel the woman on top of him pressing him against the bed. While he could remove her grip, but that could hurt Hestia.

"But I want you to know clearly that your life no longer belongs to you alone, and that you are no longer alone"

He felt that the woman above him was crouching down. Resting her breasts on his back and her mouth next to his ear, feeling her hot breath.

"I don't want to lose you, so, promise me, promise that you absolutely won't die in the dungeon."

He felt the woman's grip strengthen. The voice containing a touch of anger and reproach and he saw out of the corner of his eye a bit of reddish hair like a flame.

Making clear exactly who was the woman that was asking for a promise from him while she was lying on his back at the moment.

This fact caused him to be horrified by the fact that this very hair proved that this parallel world was not the main world of the canonical novels.

But rather one with likely included non-canonical events such as Aedes Vesta and Arrow of Orion.

Somehow, he managed to hide that feeling from the goddess. While he tried to think of all the implications and how it would affect his next actions.

"I promise, you don't need to worry about that."

He sincerely promised. And as he was trying to calm down, he put a curious expression on his face.

"But what should I call you now? Hestia or Vesta?"

"It's the same, I don't have two separate personalities, it's just me acting more seriously"

"But I'm curious, which one do you prefer, my current self or my normal self?"

Listening to the almost divine voice that had a completely different presence than Hestia's, and feeling the playful touches on his back.

"I like both, it's not that I have to choose between you, I simply discovered another side of the woman that interests me. I think the cute Hestia and the cool Vesta are equally important to me"

"Ho?"

Sensing the truth in the young man's response thanks to her divine intuition. The divinely beautiful reddish-haired goddess felt amused as she felt how his response made her heart beat faster.

As if she was just a simple young girl who heard that the boy she liked was also interested in her.

(After all his presence in itself is like a poison that quickly takes my heart)

Looking with warmth in her now calm and mature eyes at the back of the young man she met in the morning. The goddess could not help but admit that she might fall completely in less than a few days.

Not because of a silly charm skill like that one. After all, she was immune to any charm, based on her virgin goddess status.

And although the fact that she hardly interacted with male gods in heaven, and did not interact significantly with men in the lower realm.

And by that making her quite inexperienced in that regard, may have contributed.

But she was falling to the poison that was his existence itself.

Whether it was his hunger for her warmth, his lust or possessiveness that he inadvertently let on, his growing determination to protect her, the incredible compatibility they had. And what undoubtedly was a love trying to grow in the boy's heart.

The goddess who was in her other form was able to easily face her thoughts. Instead of being clouded by her temporary weakness after sealing her divine powers.

Although she had sworn to the boy that she would love him in the future. Snd that was already starting to happen.

As she gently stroked his platinum-blonde hair, she was able to fully recognize it here and now. After spending part of the day with him and being alone to think later, she was able to do so.

She felt greedy for his soul and body, she had the desire to hug him and take care of him when he tried to be strong.

She found it adorable when he didn't know what to say and tried to look cool by saying cheesy phrases. She wanted to be his strength and a pillar that could be there in difficult times.

And although she didn't like too much that fake faint smile he still made her heart beat faster when he unintentionally showed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

(Pfff, hahaha, Mikhael, Mikhael, if the gods found out that the great goddess of the sacred flame fell so easily by a child from the lower world. They would surely vomit blood in anger like those Chinese gods, hahaha)

Looking at the boy who seemed uncomfortable at her silence and sudden caresses on his head, Vesta couldn't have felt even more amused. Much more than she had been for as long as she could remember.

(A virgin goddess in just one day, I'm sure that would be classified as a heroic epic that would be remembered for a long time, hahaha)

"Vesta?"

Placing her mouth back next to his ear, with her hot breath no doubt causing his ear to sting. The goddess showed him the ugliest side of herself for the first time.

"Mikhael, you belong to me"

Her possessiveness.

"I want to lock myself up with you to read in a library for all eternity."

Her laziness along with bad habits.

"I dislike it when I see those mortals foolishly looking at your appearance."

Her jealousy and hostility.

"I hate it when I think you went to the dungeon and you can get hurt there. I wish you'd just stay here with me, safe and happy"

Her selfishness and concern.

"When I think of other goddesses trying to have their way with you I feel like I want to burn them to ashes."

Her anger and childishness.

"I want to lick your abs."

Her lasciviousness and perverted side.

"I want us to live as happy a life as possible as if it were a fairy tale with a happily ever after ending."

Her greed and longing.

She showed it to him.

"Mikhael"

To confirm for the last time whether the young man understood what he was facing, the goddess showed it to him fully.

"Even if you died, I will find your soul when you are reincarnated and I would invite you back to my Familia, back at my side. No matter how many times I had to do it and how long it would take."

She showed him the love of the gods. The same one that could be born in an instant but would leave an eternity of suffering for the gods.

That was to be expected when an immortal god loved a mortal with a limited lifespan that to the gods was just a blink of an eye.

A love so heavy that the gods would control or burn the world if necessary to make sure they got a response to that love.

"Can you put up with something like this?"

She let him feel the enormous weight of divine love, letting him feel it with his entire being.

[Several beings in the chat wait with curiosity and expectation for the response]

"..."

"I can"

With that sincere response from the young man, who endured perfectly under the pressure of that love. The goddess felt completely relieved and put aside any restrictions she had.

"Hahaha, good, then from now on, please take care of me."

Laughing happily, the goddess put on her glove again, and her hair turned black again. Leaving aside the "divine side" of her.

"Okay, here are the statistics of your new status, read them quickly so we can go and start our date."

The goddess said after getting up from the young man's waist, starting to walk outside. While the young man stood up and quickly read the information.

(I can not continue like this...)

Averting his gaze to the back of the goddess, no, the woman he began to like.

(If I continue like this the past will only repeat itself)

The young man felt for the first time in this world the irrational weight of reality. The same one he felt twice before in his past life.

(I can't wait for some destined hero or some bullshit to save her)

Thinking about what it meant for Vesta to be Hestia in this world and the cruel fate that awaited the goddess in Olympia.

(And...I absolutely can't just wait for a miracle again)

The young man clenched his jaw and his fists. Refusing to let Hestia sacrifice herself to save the lower world or wait for the protagonist of this world to appear.

He would do it himself, no matter what.

(It doesn't matter who it turns me into, as long as I can protect her. Even if I have to recover the dream I abandoned or accept the way I was during the last years of my life, I will do anything)

With a much clearer sound, the sword sounded almost ready. While the flame remained silent, burning with a force greater than normal.

(It doesn't matter if it is a corrupted divine flame, a fallen hero who wants revenge against the world, a cautious goddess who seeks to save the world, or a destiny already etched in stone, to protect what I have right now)

The young man thought, almost clearly hearing how the sound of a sword and flames now seemed to resonate. As if in agreement with his determination.

(I'll crush them all if I have to)

For a moment, the boy, the king (the flame of sin), and the hero (the sword of salvation) resonated in one thought after a long time of being apart.

As if announcing the inevitable union between them. Becoming spiritually completely one again, so that a complete self would be born.

[One of the two conditions for opening the entrance to the pit was met]

[The goddesses look forward to what will happen]

[The world's will celebrates what they believe will happen]

[The Oldest Dream watches the scene with intensely interested eyes, eagerly awaiting what will come out of "the pit"]

"Mika?"

"I'm going now"

The young man responded while his eyes seemed to shine differently and much stronger than before. While it seemed that a stopped machine was starting to move again.

***

Status:

Mikhael

Lv. 1

Strenght: F 370

Resistance: F 360

Dexterity: E 410

Agility: E 400

Magic: G 220

Magic:

[Cocytus:...]

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Skills:

[???:...]

[Blessing of the Wanderer:...]

[Full Counter:...]

[Dragon slayer:...]