I’m the wrong protagonist

Chapter 145 My Face… Recovered?!!

After taking care of these things and seeing that the basement was all right, Bell left temporarily.

Not long after Bell left the room, Hephaestus, who had just been in a dream, opened his eyes.

Hephaestus, who opened her eyes, did not sit up directly, but looked at the sleeping guy next to her.

“This guy has a really big heart.”

Even Hephaestus didn’t know whether to use a big heart or a heartless heart and no lungs to describe Hestia.

But after feeling the coolness of her legs, Hephaestus glared at some idiot who was still asleep.

Thinking of the sight he had just felt, Hephaestus’s free feet did not know where to put them, in short, it was very embarrassing.

Then Hephaestus waited fiercely for Hestia, who was still sleeping soundly

If it weren’t for this fool grabbing the quilt with her, she wouldn’t be so embarrassed.

“By the way, what was that kid doing in front of me just now~?”

At this time, Hephaestus remembered that Bell seemed to be standing by her bed just now and didn’t know what he was doing.

The nerves of the adventurers are relatively sensitive, so just now Hephaestus also tried to keep herself asleep, which also made her not know what had just happened.

But Hephaestus vaguely remembered that the hair on the right side of his face seemed to have been plucked.

This memory made Hephaestus subconsciously touch the hair covering his right face.

“！？”

Hephaestus’s hand trembled slightly when she first touched the right side of her face, and she did not touch her mask.

“What about my mask?”

The mask on her face didn’t know where it went, so just now Bell pulled her hair open to see her right side of the face? Hephaestus panicked for a moment.

The right side of her face is the last thing she wants people to see.

Because her right face is simply a gathering of the ugliest things in the world, and it is also the last thing Hercules wants people to see.

“So, did the child see it?”

Hephaestus subconsciously covered the ugly right side of her face with her hand, but she was stunned when her hand actually touched the skin.

“Is there such a smooth right side of my face?”

This question made Hephaestus involuntarily come to his senses, and his hand carefully touched the skin of the right cheek.

The uneven feel of the past is completely gone, replaced by the usual smooth skin.

“This, is this true?”

He naturally knew what those things on his right cheek were.

It was something that had been parasitizing on her face since she was born.

Once upon a time, she also asked other gods to help her heal her vicious right cheek, but neither treatment had any effect, but instead cast a strong curse on the god who touched her right cheek.

Over time, Hephaestus gave up on treating the right side of his face.

It was also because of the ugliness of his right cheek that Hephaestus had been wearing a mask covering half of his face in order not to let people see his right face.

But today she felt very wrong on the right side of her face!

Hephaestus was more careful, touching his right side of his face more carefully.

After confirming it again and again, I also understood that her face really did not have the potholes of the past

The look of a puddle.

This caused Hephaestus to take a deep breath and carefully sit up from the bed and go to the side of the closet.

Next to the closet was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, the mirror Hestia used every morning to adjust her clothes.

Because Hephaestus didn’t like to see the right side of her face, she didn’t actually have any mirrors installed in her home.

Hephaestus carefully closed her eyes and came to the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

After taking a deep breath, carefully open your eyes.

The picture in his eyes made Hephaestus’ whole person stunned.

Her terrifying right cheek has become like her left cheek, and it looks like that……… So ordinary.

“It’s really good…”

Hephaestus couldn’t believe his eyes.

Obviously, he had made so many efforts in the Heavenly Realm in the past, but it obviously had no effect on the right face.

But why, today the right cheek is… Is it the child!!?

After Hephaestus’s thinking had stalled for a few seconds, her consciousness had finally made her understand who the people who had helped her were.

“That kid… He was standing on the edge of my bed to do these things.”

Now Hephaestus knew why the child was standing next to her, all to help her heal the right side of her face…

Looking at his jade-like right face, Hephaestus couldn’t help but smile brightly.

There is no one goddess who does not care about her appearance.

In fact, the psychology of comparison between goddesses is also very serious.

The same was true of Hephaestus, but because of her right cheek, she had always suppressed this emotion. It was from that time that Hephaestus had always put his mind on forging.

Although his forging skills were getting better and better, Hephaestus never forgot his right face.

But now that a nether child had cured the right side of her face, how could Herpheus not be excited?

Hephaestus looked at his smooth white right face, but there was a trace of entanglement floating on his face.

“Then I… How should I thank that child?”

“Help him forge a weapon?”

Such an idea was directly rejected by Hephaestus.

After all, the “Hestia Blade” in the child’s hand was the most suitable weapon she had given the child to build.

Extra forgings don’t make any sense, and the number of times they are used in ordinary battles is not very much.

As a connoisseur in the forging of weapons, Hephaestus is more entangled in this knowledge.

Because she was only good at forging weapons and equipment, she wouldn’t do anything other than that.

So Hephaestus didn’t know how to give the child a thank you, at least to find a way to express his emotions.

“Or give him my blessings?”

But the thought of this Hephaestus remembered Hestia.

The blessings of the gods are not given directly by saying, and the so-called “blessings” are actually an expression of love.

Hephaestus’ facial muscles twitched slightly, and then she glanced at Hestia, who was still asleep on the bed, and she had made a decision.

Since that child gave her something she could not have, what about blessing herself to him?

“Hestia, I’m just giving that child my blessings, and it doesn’t mean anything.”

After making the corresponding mental construction, Hephaestus found her trousers and put them on, and walked up without thinking too much.