A super great writer in the second dimension

　The gods who delight in entertaining life also welcome such activities.

　At the noisy banquet, Loki was standing next to the host, Ais Wallenstein.

　"Aistan, I'm getting jealous! Why did you specifically invite Hestia and another person to your birthday party?"

　Esther Wallenstein said expressionlessly, "Curious..."

　"Well……?"

　"His swordsmanship and fighting methods are impressive, so I'm very curious."

　"Really?" Loki was skeptical. "Skills are useless against opponents that are too large. They are only effective against humans. Against opponents of similar size or even monsters larger than the Minotaur, the benefits of skills are greatly reduced."

　Therefore, I still recommend that Aistan, as always, rely solely on her intuition and spiritual power; anything more would be a burden.

　No sooner had Loki finished speaking than a commotion arose at the doorway.

　Arashi Sanzenin led Hestia by the hand into the banquet hall.

　His composed expression made it seem as if he were the host of the banquet and everyone else was just a guest.

　Loki was stunned for a moment.

　"Hestia...tsk, this little one..."

　Loki felt a little annoyed seeing a group of handsome men staring at her!

　How did this guy, who was previously ignored, suddenly become so popular?!

　Sanzenin Arashi strolled leisurely, without any awkwardness. He was already used to this kind of occasion, as if he were standing on his home stage.

　He led Hestia aside and stood still, maintaining the posture of a subordinate.

　"What's this guy doing?" Loki rubbed his chin. "Interesting... Aistan, what did you just say?"

　"I want to ask this person for advice on combat techniques, not instincts, but more specific techniques..."

　Loki pondered for a moment, "Something like the secret techniques in novels?"

　Ais nodded. "Similar to this."

　“Come on, let’s go!” Loki said, pulling Ais’s hand.

　The two beauties quickly walked to that corner.

　When Sanzenin Arashi saw Loki, his expression became somewhat strange.

　Loki wore a slightly fitted crimson evening gown of superior quality, exuding elegance.

　However, Sanzenin Arashi had no idea what was going through her mind when this small-chested woman wore such an outfit, displaying the entire international airport at a glance...

　That line of thinking is probably impossible to know... Gods, of course, are different from ordinary people.

　Out of politeness, Sanzenin Arashi maintained a poker face throughout.

　Loki smiled, stepped forward, and said, "Hey, Garen, how's the banquet?"

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled. "It's a very ordinary banquet, but ordinariness is exactly what many people, including myself, seek."

　"So, Mr. Garen, how is your engraving process going?"

　Hestia's heart tightened. "What's it to you... Oh no, greetings, Miss Loki. My family's affairs are none of your concern. I have my own plans."

　"Hmm?" Loki frowned. Had Hestia taken the wrong medicine today?

　How could she speak to me so calmly?

　“Little one, shall we go over there and have a chat?” Loki said abruptly. “Garen said this is just an ordinary banquet, but this is the highest level banquet in Aurora. There is no more prosperous place in the surrounding kingdoms than Aurora. So what does Garen think is ordinary about this banquet?”

　Several male gods around looked at Sanzenin Arashi with some strange expressions.

　That expression was exactly like looking at a naive child.

　This place is already one of the world's most prestigious banquets, yet you call it ordinary? How can you be so unscrupulous in trying to mock others?

　Sanzenin Arashi simply smiled and said, “The way to enjoy something has nothing to do with wealth, but rather with the accumulation of time and the things passed down from generation to generation. I happen to have seen some rather elegant things.”

　"Oh?" Loki leisurely swirled his wine glass. "I'd like to hear more."

　Sanzenin Arashi kept a close eye on Ais Wallenstein the entire time.

　This girl was unbelievably pure. Sanzenin Arashi had seen people like Shiina Mashiro, but Ais Wallenstein was even more pure. She seemed to be purer than a blank sheet of paper.

　The skin revealed by the blue and white dress can only be described as pure and flawless; it is simply too perfect for a human being.

　Her small hands were as pleasing to the eye as jade that had been sprinkled with water.

　Sensing the questioning gazes around her, Sanzenin Arashi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "First of all, the food. The variety is naturally impeccable, but the ingredients are far too rough, and the taste is also questionable. As for the sake..."

　Arashi Sanzenin picked up his wine glass, which, like Loki's, was filled with crimson wine.

　He swirled the glass; it seemed that distillation technology hadn't been used in this world yet. "Although it's been filtered, there are still some residues left on the glass."

　Loki nodded. "Indeed... that's a flaw."

　"And this cup... Good heavens, using gold as a wine vessel, it has absolutely no aesthetic appeal. Couldn't they have used crystal instead?"

　"Glass?" Loki asked.

　Hestia's mind was racing... What were those two talking about...?

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled again: "I said natural crystal. These tableware are too crudely made. They feel like ordinary people's rice bowls."

　Loki rolled his eyes. "Natural crystal is a material for storing magic power. Who on earth is so extravagant as to use the raw material of a magic sword to make tableware?"

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled and said, "Since it's about luxury, breaking an expensive demonic sword in half and polishing the fragments into forks is a viable method."

　The male celebrities next to them were completely dumbfounded.

　Is this what they call enjoyment?!

　They're practically eating money!

　Turn the demon sword into... a fork...?

　This is fucking ridiculous!!

　..

10. Have I ever lied to you?

　Loki and Sanzenin Arashi appeared to be just having a conversation.

　However, only these two people knew that neither of them was easy to deal with.

　One was the chief god of a top-tier clan, and the other was a well-informed transmigrator. This war of words, fought without gunpowder, finally came to an end.

　Sanzenin Arashi told Hestia from the carriage that she could leave after the banquet had been going on for a while.

　Use a universal code to achieve the purpose of leaving, otherwise, why stand there and let Loki continue to mock each other?

　So Hestia said, "I'm full, let's go back."

　Previously, Sanzenin Arashi said something like, "This banquet is very ordinary," so Hestia's statement, "I'm full," became, "I came here just to eat."

　Loki was momentarily annoyed, then nodded. "Then have someone send Hestia back. I'd like to chat with this familiar, is that alright? Hmm? Little one?"

　That look in his eyes clearly says: What is our relationship?

　Loki truly lives up to his reputation as a god; with just a few words, he turned the tables and managed to keep him here.

　Before Hestia could speak, Sanzenin Arashi laughed and said, "Of course, no problem. I haven't greeted the main character of the banquet either."

　In just a few words, Loki felt that this guy was a troublemaker.

　Loki's "You stay here" became Sanzenin Arashi's "I want to stay".

　Sanzenin Arashi would certainly not let Tistia suffer in this situation. As a member of the Hestia Familia, he was allowed to stay as Loki had asked. This little god would probably be very unhappy when he returned.

　Sure enough, after Sanzenin Arashi finished speaking, Tistia's eyes lit up, and she nodded with satisfaction.

　"Miss Ais, you've been very kind to me during the day."

　Sanzenin Arashi took a step forward and stood in front of Ais Wallenstein, the main character of the banquet. She smiled and took Ais Wallenstein's hand. "Thank you for the invitation to the banquet. I had a wonderful time."

　As he spoke, Loki's eyes suddenly widened.

　His originally narrow eyes now revealed crimson irises.

　Sanzenin Arashi gently touched the sword princess's hand with a standard bow, then stood back down.

　"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing...?"

　"Ahhh!! My family doesn't want me anymore!!!"

　Before Loki could finish his sentence, Hestia was already in tears.

　Sanzenin Arashi patted her head. "In my hometown, this is just a normal courtesy, like shaking hands."

　"Really?"

　"of course."

　Sanzenin Arashi glanced at Ais and, finding that she didn't react at all, pursed her lips.

　"Ais said your skills are amazing, and I'm very curious about them too. Could you show me?" After Hestia left, Loki's attitude had clearly changed.

　That was the attitude a deity should have towards mortals—a nonchalant expression.

　From the perspective of the gods, so-called skills are nothing more than making simple movements complicated. The shortest distance between two points is still a straight line. No skill is as good as the simplest attack!

　Hestia left, and Sanzenin Arashi naturally didn't want to stay any longer; getting the favor as soon as possible was the most practical thing to do.

　"Why should I show you my skills, Miss Loki?" Sanzenin Arashi asked. "Is it because you are a god?"

　Loki frowned. "Oh? It's just a movement, nothing serious, right?"

　“It’s not that simple,” said Sanzenin Arashi. “The things that generations of people have accumulated through martial arts, and after the passage of time, the most essential parts have been selected. The value of these things is enormous.”

　Loki clicked his tongue. "If you don't want to do it, just say so. You're so roundabout."

　Sanzenin Arashi smiled and said, "These things can't be bought with money, but today is Miss Ais's birthday, and I'd like to give them to Miss Ais as a birthday present. I wonder what Loki thinks?"

　At that moment, a hint of anticipation appeared on Esther Wallenstein's expression, which had been as unchanging as an iceberg for ages.

　Loki was so annoyed he wanted to stomp his foot, but he just smiled and nodded.

　But at that moment, Sanzenin Arashi suddenly felt a hostile force locking onto her.

　"Ais, don't be fooled by this con artist!" a man's voice rang out.

　Turning his head, he saw a man with wolf ears walking over. He looked at Sanzenin Arashi and said sneer, "You haven't even accepted any favors, yet you say such things. Don't you think you're ridiculous?"

　The gods attending the banquet curiously gathered around, ready to see if anything interesting would happen.

　Sanzenin Arashi shrugged. "Bertroga, a werewolf?"

　In fact, skills have never been valued in the world of dungeons, since adventurers have more direct methods, such as skills and magic.

　This doesn't mean that skills no longer exist; it's just that their importance has been overshadowed by abilities and magic.

　Instead of honing skills, practice magic.

　In this situation, naturally very few people would choose the ascetic path, and gradually, they would disappear from the world.

　"It seems you, the con artist, know my name. You must have done some work," Bert said coldly. "You already fooled Ais once, but I didn't expect you to fool the main god this time. You're just like that bachelor main god Hestia, a complete fraud, aren't you?"

　Upon hearing this, the surrounding area immediately became noisy, with gods who had lived for hundreds of millions of years expressing great interest in the topic.

　Someone actually managed to trick the Loki Familia!

　At that moment, Sanzenin Arashi asked, "Did I lie to you?"

　“You’re not lying to me,” Bert said. “You lied to Ais, and now you’re trying to lie to the Supreme God.”

　Arashi Sanzenin glanced at Loki and noticed that the other was looking at them with a half-smile, clearly pleased with Bert's suggestion.

　Since this guy doesn't want to get involved...

　He smiled and said, "Then why isn't it Ais who's talking about me, or your god who's talking about me, but you, someone I'm meeting for the first time, who's talking about me?"

　Mr. Bert, you need evidence to back up your claims. Like I said, have I ever lied to you?

　Bert looked at Loki.

　This idiot...