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When Keare left the Pure White Sanatorium, he felt dizzy, partly due to the excessive consumption of his mental energy.
But the main reason...
Was that Amid had given him too much!
"The Dian Cecht Familia's financial information needs to be reviewed by the Goddess, and I apologize that the Adventurer's treatment fees just now may not satisfy you."
"But I only brought 3 million valis."
"..."
Hearing Amid's words, Keare's head buzzed.
It meant she only brought that much money with her, and there was more at home, truly making him feel the wealth gap among Adventurers in Orario.
With his pockets full of gold coins.
Feeling the heavy weight, Keare walked on the streets of Orario; the scenery before him hadn't changed, yet it felt as if something had.
It was nearing evening.
He wasn't in a hurry to return to the Familia's base on South Street; with his finances allowing, the first thing to consider was custom-ordering a weapon from Hephaestus's shop.
A bow with a sufficiently large draw weight.
It could serve as a daily training tool and also as a backup weapon in the Dungeon.
"It's just..."
"I wonder if Hestia will... worry about my safety after she finds out I used 'Recovery' magic to heal other Adventurers?"
This was something Keare had to consider.
It could also be said that, besides himself, in the Dungeon or Familia world, Orario, the only one who worried most about his safety was the beautiful Goddess Hestia.
Even with Amid's assurance, there was still a safety risk.
But one couldn't lie in front of a God; this sudden wealth certainly wouldn't be easy to hide, and he couldn't just secretly train and level up alone.
Then...
Once he was strong enough, should he use the money he saved to buy a house as a Familia base (a token of love)?
"No need to think so much for now."
Following the Adventurer's street, Keare arrived at the "Hephaestus Weapon Branch," standing outside the glass display window, he observed the interior of the shop.
He wanted to confirm whether Hestia had already finished work.
Just then, a slightly confused, gentle voice of a young girl came from behind him: "Keare, um... are you here to pick me up from work?"
Even with his eyes closed.
Keare could distinguish the owner of this voice; he turned around, and the first thing that came into view was the beautiful young girl wearing a shop assistant's uniform.
Through Hestia's clear, azure eyes, one could vaguely see the expectation in her heart.
"Of course."
"But coming to the weapon shop, there are also other matters that need to be handled."
He nodded honestly; if he met Hestia, he would order the weapon, then go home along the way, and then explain the healing matter in detail.
Crucially.
With Hestia here, the process of customizing a weapon would be much smoother.
"Oh."
"Then maybe... there's something I can help you with!"
Being discovered by Keare that she, as a God, was still working outside was not embarrassing for Hestia; this was her way of putting in effort.
But being able to help her Familia within her work scope.
She still felt a great sense of accomplishment: "Does your weapon need repair?"
"Not entirely."
"I want to custom-order a bow weapon at the shop to avoid having no means of dealing with flying monsters when I encounter them in the Dungeon."
"Customizing weapons requires a blacksmith."
"However," the young girl patted her magnificent chest, wanting to show her reliability as a God in front of Keare, urging: "You go home and wait for me first."
"I'll be right back."
Hestia's main motto was that the more debt she had, the less she worried.
It was merely extending her two months of work time to about half a year; anyway, she had nothing else to do idling in Orario.
However.
Looking at Keare, who remained standing, his expression exceptionally serious.
She inexplicably felt a little less confident: "What's wrong? Don't worry about money. I have nothing to do in Orario anyway, and I can help you."
"As the Goddess of the Familia, I'll also feel a sense of accomplishment!"
"That..."
This scene was like a hardworking wife saving every penny for her idle husband who pursued his dreams, accumulating fragments for a Maybach.
Keare suddenly felt the money in his pocket was burning a hole.
He felt there was no need to hide it from Hestia, who wholeheartedly thought for him: "Um... Hestia, actually... our family is rich!"
"I told you."
"You need to save the money from your Dungeon explorations and use it when needed." Hestia emphasized again, but looking at Keare.
When she saw that handsome face with a gentle smile.
She reached out and pulled the boy's arm, leaning close to whisper: "How rich?"
"It's not convenient to talk here, is it?" Keare looked around the Adventurer's street, lowering his voice to desperately hint, avoiding attracting the attention of passersby.
And successfully understanding the information.
Hestia's movements were not at all sluggish; she pulled Keare and walked towards the shop, noticing her close friend subtly enjoying the show.
"Um..."
"Hephaestus, Keare and I have something to talk about; could you please leave your office for a moment?"
"?"
Hephaestus's forehead was covered in black lines, and her eye twitched wildly.
— —
Pure White Sanatorium.
After sending Keare off, Amid finally had time to focus on her patients, but thinking about having to lie made her feel a bit depressed.
"Amid."
"Your prosthetic limb making skills are truly excellent!"
Sitting on the hospital bed, the Adventurer still hadn't prepared himself to lift his pant leg, but feeling his legs as if they were original, he couldn't hide his excitement:
"Toes, muscles, everything can move normally, it feels real, doesn't it?"
"Is it possible..."
"These are your original legs."
Even knowing it was a benevolent lie, Amid was still conflicted.
But she could clearly feel the excitement that good health brought to this Adventurer; thinking of this, she seemed to have nothing she couldn't accept.
At least...
The patient received effective treatment.
She didn't forget to remind him: "From now on, no matter what kind of life you choose, please treat your body well; restoring your legs came at a great cost."
"Is that true?!"
The Adventurer, realizing it belatedly, his expression was filled with stupor.
He hastily rolled up his loose pant legs with both hands; there were no hideous wounds, not even a blemish on his skin, as if he had never experienced...
How was this done?
The Adventurer looked at Amid in disbelief, his voice filled with shock:
"Could it be, Miss Amid, that you have made a breakthrough in the path of healing, and now... even severed limbs can be effectively healed?"
Can we change the subject!
The young girl's delicate face, like a doll's, was gentle in demeanor, but her lips were twitching slightly, thinking of how to quickly gloss over this matter.
Amid's peripheral vision, however, caught sight of a very familiar God's figure at the ward door.
Her smile stiffened, and facing Dian Cecht's confused gaze, she still gritted her teeth and answered the Adventurer's question: "Yes, it's just as you think!"