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Creak...
Creak...
Creak......
Early in the morning, Hestia stood outside the door in a daze, listening to the sounds of wooden furniture violently shaking coming from the room, her expression uncertain.
Eventually, after standing for half an hour, the Goddess of the Hearth bit her cherry lips and kicked a piece of broken stone in the yard with a force comparable to a cannon.
"Owww~!"
In the distance, a Golden Hound, which had been flirting with a cute little female dog, yelped and was sent flying.
Immediately after, seeing her master's murderous expression, it hurriedly scampered to Hestia's side, its tail between its legs, whimpering pitifully.
Masters and pets, they are all the same!
Hestia cursed inwardly in annoyance, then coldly kicked the Golden Hound's rear and pointed towards the wooden hut.
"You! Guard the door! Don't let anyone in! Otherwise, I'll stew you tonight!"
"Woof!"