"Although I really want to say, 'happy cooperation,' no matter what, those words shouldn't come out of my mouth."
The blond male god smiled. Faced with the red-haired goddess's complaint, he showed gentle tolerance.
"Don't say that Loki. I know I was a bit willful this time, but you can understand my urgent desire for the children's revenge, right?"
"..." Staring seriously at Dionysus' smile, that smile full of expectation, she felt that his aura and expression seemed familiar.
Then Loki shook her head, clearing the absurd thoughts from her mind. She downed the alcohol in her cup in one gulp, her gaze turning a bit fierce.
"Dionysus, I don't object to you joining in, and I understand your feelings. But I hope you don't drag us down. Otherwise, I won't let you off."
"Don't worry, Loki. The children want to go all out more than anyone."
"It better be that way." After saying that, Loki left alone.
At the table by the window,
"Are you sure this won't be a problem? The Loki Familia isn't what it used to be."
"Heh, no mortal can escape the gods' schemes."
...
Daedalus District, Orario.
Before they set out, Fron whispered something to Loki, which caused that scene earlier.
"That brat Fron wants me to probe Dionysus? Does he think something is off about that guy? And he even wants me to ask that little dwarf Hestia about Dionysus's behavior in the Tenkai? Tch... whatever... for Fron's sake, I'll go see the dwarf. Hmph... I heard her Familia hasn't been doing too well recently, hehe..."
Loki walked alone down the morning avenue. It was still early, but the shops on both sides had already begun opening.
Some were doing daily cleaning; some were arranging goods. Everyone was busy, faces filled with energy and hopeful smiles.
This was a place full of expectations and dreams for the future.
Loki took it all in. No one could tell what emotion flashed in her narrowed eyes.
...
However, when she heard Hestia say that Dionysus had once incited other gods to massacre each other in the heavens, and that Dionysus back then would lose his temper at the slightest thing, lashing out at anyone he could find, the gentle persona he shows now seemed like nothing but a lie.
Loki was stunned.
"Hey hey hey, that's what the real Dionysus is like?! Are you kidding me?"
"Nope. That's why I said that guy is sick. Or rather, his illness acts up. I told you, Dionysus used to be covered in thorns. Right? At that time... I should have thought he was terrifying."
"Terrifying? What do you mean?"
"In his personality and his mental state. From the inside out, that guy is a complete nutcase with complete madness."
Loki murmured the word "madness." Among gods, that word never meant anything good.
Could that be the reason Fron sent her here to ask questions? Where did he start suspecting Dionysus? Impressive...
After learning Dionysus's past, Loki's wariness toward him shot up.
...
"Loki should've learned something from Hestia by now." Fron stopped walking, looking toward a certain direction.
A god who was outplayed in advance, at the moment he appears on stage wearing his ridiculous costume and mask in the future, his identity will already be exposed.
Just imagining that moment made Fron's mouth curl into a grin.
"Hehehe, Fron, smiling like that... you're not thinking of something only men would understand, right?"
"?" Fron's forehead popped a few dark lines. He looked speechlessly at the approaching Tiona. He pushed her head away with an annoyed expression.
"What nonsense. With my excellent qualities, I could even charm a real goddess. Why would I waste effort?"
"Ugh, thick faced as always."
The nearby girls also chuckled, each wearing a proud expression, like Fron was their boyfriend.
No helping it, Fron was just that popular in the Familia.
He was a item-maker, and on top of that, his overwhelming strength brought a sense of security.
Which girl wouldn't be attracted to such a perfect character?
"Fron." His sleeve was tugged again. He didn't need to guess who it was.
"?" The blonde girl expressionlessly held onto his sleeve, staring at him.
"..." Fron was confused. What now?
"It's nothing."
"..." Tiona exchanged a look with her sister, Tione. Both were speechless.
"One is a person who likes creating things, one is a natural airhead. Normal communication is impossible."
...
[Name]: Fron Argon
[Title]: Night Weaver
[Level]: Lv. 6
[Ability Values]: Strength: I0→F301 | Endurance: I0→F301 | Dexterity: I0→F301 | Agility: I0→F301 | Magic: I0→F301
...
The sky was about to welcome the morning glow.
The southeast of the city, in the tense atmosphere of Daedalus Street, at the rear of the Loki Familia's camp, Fron stood waiting, thinking about last night's updated status.
His overall ability value had increased by more than 1500 points.
For someone with his exceptional skillset and potential, it wasn't surprising, but compared to others, the gap was overwhelming.
This improvement came from only two high-intensity battles.
To gain over 1500 points overnight, even during the Hera and Zeus eras, the strongest adventurers wouldn't even dare to imagine it.
And don't forget, Fron's growth was all-around.
He was a perfectly balanced type, while Bell Cranel was a rapid-growth specialist.
Their styles were drastically different.
At the same level, Fron's techniques, experience, and accumulated knowledge allowed him to display explosive power, it had become his greatest strength.
Coming back to his senses, he looked around.
All unrelated civilians had been evacuated.
What entered his view were fully armed adventurers, from the Ganesha Familia, maintaining order.