THE GODDESS’S SHOCK
“Ox Slayer,” said Haruhime with a sense of wonder. “Bell’s new skill.”
It was the day Bell achieved his level-up, and Hestia was sharing an account of the boy’s updated abilities with the rest of the familia so that they could put it to good use in the Dungeon. Everyone except Bell was gathered in the living room.
“This makes three, then,” said Welf. “Three skills, including that one that boosts his stats.”
“Three combat-oriented skills make for quite a proficient adventurer,” said Mikoto. “In addition to that, Bell’s development abilities have been coming along nicely, too.”
Of course, their friend’s explosive growth was cause for celebration, but the other members of Bell’s familia suddenly felt like they had to get down to business themselves if they were ever going to keep pace.
“Well, the new skill only activates under certain conditions, so there are limits to what it can do,” said Hestia. “Still, Ox Slayer? Isn’t it just Bell’s luck to end up with something like that…?”
“Ha-ha, I know what you mean,” said Welf. “He seems to always get involved with minotaurs somehow…”
“Did Sir Asterios truly have such a deep effect on Sir Bell…?” wondered Mikoto. “I am somewhat vexed I missed the fight now…”
“Liaris Freese…Ox Slayer…”
“Hmm? Is something the matter?”
Hestia turned to Haruhime, who seemed to be muttering the names of Bell’s skills under her breath.
“Oh no,” she said. “It’s just…Well, apart from Argonaut…How do I put this…?”
Hestia cocked her head in confusion as the renart girl awkwardly pieced together what she wanted to say. It was Lilly, who hadn’t said a word in the meeting up to that point, who spoke next.
“There’s not a single skill that relates to Lady Hestia…”
The entire living room froze. Hestia’s jaw fell.
“W-wait, you’re right!!” the goddess cried. “How did that overgrown beefsteak get a bigger reaction out of Bell than his own deity?! As if it’s not bad enough, I’m lower down on the ladder than Wallen-what’s-her-face, but I’m below a cow, too?! What are you trying to say, Beeeeell?!”
Clutching her head, the baby-faced goddess ran out of the room screaming bloody murder while the rest of the party buried their faces in their palms.
Seconds later, the young boy’s scream could be heard echoing throughout the mansion’s halls.
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