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If saying something harsh that made Winnie panic and run into the street, resulting in her being pelted with stones by the crowd, is considered taking good care of her, then he really has nothing to say.

In reality, he only felt sorry for Winnie.

"Don't look so gloomy, cheer up a little."

Reed put his arm around Bell's thin shoulders.

It was genuinely grateful to the other person.

Humans clearly fear and loathe them, yet only a few people in front of them sincerely accept them and are willing to take care of their fellow humans.

the most important is.

Bell and the others' actions changed the minds of some "heretics," led by Gross, who distrusted humanity. Although the hope of living freely on the surface might have become even more distant due to Winnie's appearance.

"Alright, we should go now, Bell."

Seeing that Winnie had successfully reunited with the "heretics," Kobayashi urged the others to pack up and leave quickly.

Seeing this, Reed the lizardman quickly tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry, let's start the banquet first."

“No way.” Kobayashi refused decisively, saying, “Right now, the Loki Familia will most likely be guarding the entrance to the dungeon, but we can’t guarantee they won’t send anyone to track us. That werewolf may have a nasty personality, but it has an extremely sensitive nose.”

They must never be seen by the Loki Familia mingling with the Heretics.

Once that happens, it will be impossible to defend oneself.

“Bell…”

"Vinnie, I'm sorry, I have to go."

Even though they were very reluctant, they had to part ways.

Even though they couldn't live together forever, Bell, now at LV3, could still visit Winnie every now and then. So they agreed on a time to meet next and said goodbye to the Heretics.

Shortly after they left, a group of people emerged from the shadows.

"Hmph—I knew these guys' lair must be in the Great Tree Maze, and I found it without a doubt."

The speaker was a man.

He wore goggles and held a long, red spear with a twisted tip.

The henchman following behind the man stepped forward and asked, "Dix, should we go in and capture them?"

"Of course! I'm going to catch them all!"

Dix licked his lips, revealing a twisted smile full of malice.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The morning mist filled the air.

It seemed there was a shower last night; the stone pavement was wet, and droplets of water fell from the leaves onto the ground, only to disappear after being bounced off.

The sun hasn't risen yet.

The sky was just beginning to lighten at dawn.

The slumbering city is shrouded in tranquility.

The Tower of Babel in the morning.

Bell and his crew spent the night after setting off and returned from their escort mission the next morning.

They did not see the Loki Familia guarding the entrance to the Tower of Babel. Before dawn, only a small goddess awaited their return at the tower's gates.

"You are back."

Hestia lowered her eyebrows, and the smile on her face looked very sad.

In the middle of the deserted square, Bell asked:

"Lord God."

"What's wrong, Bell?"

"What exactly is a dungeon?"

"...A dungeon is a dungeon."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the goddess lowered her gaze, remaining silent as before.

Upon hearing this, Bell stood frozen in place.

This is a profound saying of the gods that has been repeatedly passed down among the people of the lower realm.

As if unable to bear it any longer, she gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

At this moment, the morning glow began to paint the area behind the city walls red, driving away the pale blue sky.

A new day has arrived.

Chapter 323 Loki Unleashes His Power

At midnight, when the sky is dotted with stars.

On the top floor of the white-walled tower, Freya sat in a luxurious chair, sipping wine while listening to reports from her attendants.

"Winged monster?"

"Yes, it is rumored that it appeared on the street this evening."

"No wonder I found the city center noisy, now I know why."

"There seems to have been some localized chaos, but no damage has been done. Rumor has it that the monster didn't harm anyone and was taken away by someone."

"Someone?"

Upon hearing the attendant's earnest report, the silver-haired goddess showed a lack of interest.

Despite Ota compiling all the noteworthy information, the goddess remained largely unconcerned.

At least for now.

Ota asked, "Should we find out?"

"Forget it, I'll consider it when things get out of hand. There's no need for that now."

The goddess leaned back in her chair, her full, ample bosom, partially concealed by her black evening gown, swaying slightly.

She was in no hurry.

Anyway, we can capture the Hermes Familia or someone else and ask them; they'll know at least more than the Hermes Familia.

Moreover, the guild hasn't given any explanation yet, so they must be extremely busy and stressed.

If nothing else is wrong, then so be it.

If something happens, the guild will naturally come to her for help, and the latter will even cause her trouble.

Due to the attack on the entertainment district and the destruction of the Ishtar Familia, she was punished by the guild and will have to serve as a henchman of that organization for a while longer.

Resisting is not out of the question.

But we have to give the guild some face.

Even now, those goddesses who are jealous of him are still making a fuss, and it would be troublesome for them to go to Loki and complain.

Freya considered herself to be free from anyone's constraints, but she had no intention of becoming an arrogant tyrant like Ishtar.

"Speaking of Loki, we've discovered that the Loki Familia and others have made their move."

"……what?"

"Some of them went to the Hestia Familia's base, and some went to the entrance to the dungeon. I wonder if they are related to this incident."

Ota said to the bewildered goddess.

Just as the Loki Familia were constantly observing their movements, the Freya Familia were also constantly watching their movements. As two of the major Familias in the city, their actions were quite noticeable.

"Loki has made a move?"

Freya swirled her wine glass, then brought it to her lips and took a small sip: "So, maybe things won't be boring for a while?"

She murmured this to herself, as if she were expecting something.

"Maybe we'll be called upon to do something again, and I'll leave it to you then, Ota."

"As ordered."

The goddess of beauty seemed to have seen something.

the other side.

Inside the guild, Eina was still incredibly busy, as was the fox-girl Haruhime. Having never encountered such a large-scale operation before, she seemed somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do.

Fortunately, Eina took care of her, which prevented Haruhime from becoming completely disheveled.

But on her way to the office, Eina was called by her boss, who said with a listless... or rather apologetic expression, "The chairman wants you to go to the administration office."

"Uh……"

Upon hearing the instructions, Eina froze on the spot, while Haruhime showed a worried expression.

Did I do something wrong?

Eina barely managed to press down on her slipping glasses as she thought this, then strode quickly toward the administration office.

"excuse me."

"Come in."

I knocked on the guild's wooden door, and after a gruff reply, I opened the door and went inside.

One wall was occupied by a huge bookcase, and the room was quite spacious. Cotton carpets, exquisite ornaments and paintings by masters, velvet sofas, and expensive magic stone lamps, etc., were everywhere filled with all kinds of luxurious items and furniture.

Even in the cities where many gods who love luxury reside, there are probably only a handful of houses that can compare to this one.

"Too slow, Eina Zul!"

The first thing she was met with was a reprimand from the guild leader.

The man looked up from his desk piled high with documents, his green eyes glaring at the respectfully waiting half-elf girl.

The pointed ears protruding from his face made his elven identity undeniable, yet his appearance was far from that of a race renowned for its beauty.