"Ahh~!"
The next day, within the residence of the Goddess of the Hearth, a suppressed scream tore through the mist of dawn.
The human-shaped figure lying on the bed jolted as if electrified, letting out a cry of sorrow.
"... Be gentle... be gentle, that's flesh, not dough..."
"Alright, just bear with it a little longer, it will soon be over."
Sitting beside the bed, Hestia quickly withdrew some strength from her hand and applied the medicine even more cautiously, while she couldn't help but complain as she looked at her own lesser deity, who was covered in bruises.
"Athena was really too much, bullying the lesser with her might, and striking so fiercely at that!"
"Exactly!"
Luo En, the victim, also complained indignantly.
However, due to his excessively vigorous reaction, he carelessly pulled at his wound again, and the piercing pain that followed caused his facial muscles to twitch involuntarily, revealing a grimacing expression of agony.