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Anyone who has read the original novel knows that Kelo Yi likes shota, after all, she is a beautiful goddess who can directly stare at Bell's backside.
Even if she was a little more humble.
Keare, who hadn't been perverted yet, indeed had a perfect appearance that matched the catgirl's XP.
Facing the black-haired girl's naked gaze, especially with Hestia present, he unnaturally wiped his face, realizing the problem.
"Order food."
"Today's recommended super large main course, and then pork cutlet. Hestia, what do you want to eat?"
Keare subtly averted his gaze.
The most taboo thing in a Galgame is to fully capture the favorability of other beautiful girls in a game without a harem route.
Clearly.
Hestia did not meet the current standard.
It was not easy to gradually raise her favorability, and they had already agreed... to seriously consider their relationship again once the Familia developed.
Absolutely no interruptions were allowed.
The black-haired catgirl's gaze was fervent, but Keare could completely ignore it. He thought of the stunning looks he had just seen.
This was normal for a cat.
Hestia naturally would not feel hostility towards Kelo Yi. She carefully considered: "I'll also have a pork cutlet, and two dozens of fruit sparkling wine."
"No problem, meow~"
Noticing that Keare was paying the bill, Kelo Yi's smile remained, and her relaxed personality made her forget who was truly in charge of the restaurant.
"The total is 2170 valis. I'll just round it down for you, meow!"
"Kelo Yi!"
"What are you trying to do, you idiot? If you want to give the customer a discount so badly, then that money will be deducted from your salary!" Noticing this conversation.
At the bar, the burly Mia slammed her cup onto the table.
How could she not see Kelo Yi's intentions? Her eyes were practically glued to Keare. If every Adventurer asked for a round down.
Would they still be able to do business?
"No need, but thank you anyway, Miss Kelo Yi."
Noticing the catgirl's fleeing back, out of politeness, Keare still smiled easily and thanked this beautiful girl with strange XP.
As for the dinner that followed.
There were no drunk Adventurers causing trouble. Instead, Hestia was a little dizzy after drinking two dozens of sparkling wine.
The girl's already fair and delicate cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol.
Her azure eyes now flowed with gentle light, gazing at Keare beside her, wanting to use the intoxication to say things she shouldn't.
But Hestia opened her mouth.
"Hiccup~"
It was an ungraceful hiccup.
"Hestia, you've had too much to drink tonight. How about... we go home first?" With no need for alcohol, and archery training still to do tonight.
Keare looked at the girl sprawled on the table, a smile on her lips.
"Okay."
She swayed, trying to stand up, but almost fell due to a loss of balance. If Keare hadn't acted in time, it would have been quite a spectacle.
This point was very true to the original.
Hestia's alcohol tolerance was not good. When she drank too much... she would even act drunk with her close friends in private?
Without hesitation, Keare proactively suggested: "Hestia, how about... I carry you back? It would be safer that way."
"I'll... listen to you."
Carrying the beautiful girl on his back, he returned to the Familia's residence on South Street.
This was very easy for Keare. Hestia's petite loli figure, no matter how grand her chest was, her weight was only 40KG.
Feeling the occasional warm breath on his neck.
Slightly alcoholic, and that unique fragrance of a young girl. In fact, if this kind of life could be maintained, it wouldn't be particularly bad.
Keare made no unnecessary movements.
It was just a normal piggyback posture, but his hands were still holding Hestia's perfectly shaped legs, and he could feel her flawless skin.
"Keare."
And Hestia, who was fully conscious but just couldn't walk.
She leaned against the back of the brown-haired young man in front of her, feeling his rapidly beating heart. For a short while, it was hard to tell if it was Keare's.
Or her own...
When she was in heaven, even simple physical contact with male gods made Hestia feel... very disgusted. But what about the feeling now?
The girl murmured softly.
"..."
"Hmm?"
Noticing Keare's paused steps, and his slightly puzzled but more worried gaze, Hestia's words ultimately remained unspoken.
She gently rested her cheek on the young man's dependable shoulder.
Occasionally, a summer night breeze would sweep through, lifting the strands of hair at the girl's temples: "Hmm... I just feel that living like this with Keare is actually pretty good."
"I hope..."
"I hope it can always be like this!"
"Of course."
While this life of being close to a beautiful girl was indeed pleasant.
Keare knew very well that to continue this daily routine, improving his strength was an urgent matter. Only by possessing sufficiently strong power.
Could he be confident in facing the impending crisis.
Returning to the Familia's residence, he picked up Hestia in a bridal carry, gently placing her on the bed. Just as he was about to continue his archery training.
His arm was tightly embraced by the charmingly naive girl.
"Keare, it's late enough. How about... you rest first?"
"I also want to rest, but to maintain this kind of life... with Hestia, I must put in double the effort."
"And this is what I want to do."
Keare gently pulled his arm out of the girl's embrace. His attitude was sincere, for as the saying goes, instant gratification is not as good as continuous gratification in the future!
And watching the brown-haired young man's retreating back.
An unprecedented emotion completely enveloped Hestia's heart. This was not disappointment, but rather... the future beauty laid out before her eyes.
"Keare..."
"It's really hard not to like such a good child!!"
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Mastering the use of the bow and arrow could provide long-range combat assurance for future Dungeon explorations, and this was something Keare had to do.
When encountering Soma Familia Adventurers in the Dungeon.
Simply and crudely, directly using the magical advantage of 'Recovery' to bravely charge at the enemy?
It sounded absurd.
If he couldn't dodge in time and an arrow directly pierced his heart, without even time to heal himself, Keare truly wouldn't know what to do!
Mastering more weapon usage techniques.
Becoming a comprehensive weapon master would allow him to find the fastest and most convenient combat method to eliminate enemies in different crises.
Standing on the abandoned street of South Street.
Keare followed Takemikazuchi's instructions, pushing the middle of the bow handle with his tiger's mouth and relaxing his fingers naturally to avoid gripping too tightly.
He hooked the bowstring with the joints of his index, middle, and ring fingers.
With a straight back of the hand, he flexibly used his back muscles to draw the string at a steady pace, carefully feeling the resistance from the bowstring, and finally shot towards the dark night.
"Whoosh."
The arrow streaked across the night sky.
Gradually disappearing from Keare's sight. The first attempt felt good, so next, what he needed to do was continuous, uninterrupted training.
Until—
It became muscle memory etched into his bones!!