Orario:

Midnight cloaked the city in silence, shadows dancing on cobblestone streets with only the wind and the soft tapping of rain on stones disturbed the sleeping city.

An ancient church, weathered by time, loomed at the end of a narrow alley. Two figures emerged from the shadows of the night. A man, encased in heavy armor, and a woman, long cloak draped across her body, strode towards the church, their footsteps echoing faintly on the slick streets.

In the quiet, their eyes met, a wordless exchange. Each glance held a question and an answer, an emotional ballet illuminated by dim light—a moment poised between a choice for salvation or sacrifice.

Approaching the church, its aged doors groaned in protest as the man pushed the door open with a gloved hand, revealing the forsaken interior illuminated only by dim streetlights. Entering the church, their footsteps echoed through the vaulted room. Rain and wind orchestrated a haunting symphony.

Within the church's darkness, whispers of forgotten prayers echoed. Once-joyful memories lay in ruins. The duo ventured forth, their breaths mingling with the musty scent of old pews and faded frescoes—a melancholic tapestry.

Alfia's gaze swept the dilapidated church; her voice, tinged with remorse, broke the silence. "Is this truly what's become of her favorite place?" Her words lingered, carrying the weight of memories long faded.

Zard, a colossal figure, spoke with gruff concern. "Are you sure you're okay with doing this, Alfia?"

Her response echoed with somber acceptance, her heterochronic eyes reflecting a spectrum of emotions. "We can't go back anymore, Zard. This is the only way possible."

Alfia, clad in a gothic black dress, blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness. A necklace, bearing a green gemstone, hung around her neck—a token of significance from her beloved twin. She was Alfia, The Maiden of Silence, once deemed the Incarnation of Talent, and a Level 7 of the Hera Familia, now standing on the precipice of an uncertain destiny.

Zard, clad in black armor and cape, stood by Alfia's side. His eyes, unwavering, bore the weight of his Level 7 title within the Zeus Familia, Zard Gluttony.

Within the abandoned church, an unspoken heaviness filled the air. Their journey had commenced, trials ahead pushing them to their limits, leaving no space for retreat or remorse.

Tears welled up in Alfia's eyes. "I have nothing left anyway," she confessed

Zard extended a comforting hand as he attempted to reassure her: "You still have me,"

Alfia nodded slowly as she admitted; "Even with you, my friend, it cannot replace all that was lost,"

"If only we could..." she began, but the words caught in her throat, choked by the past's relentless grip. Her struggle etched across her face.

Alfia's impulse was to return Zard's embrace, but she pulled away, turning her back. "Come on. We don't have much time," she urged, her footsteps echoing through space. Her voice was a directive, a reminder of their purpose. Zard, silent, watched her retreating figure—a promise to be her steadfast companion in their journey into the unknown.

As they stepped further into the forsaken church, the reality of decay unfolded. Alfia's gaze swept the dilapidated interior, and a shiver ran down her spine. The roof had collapsed, a skeletal web of timber and debris. Pews, once grand, now lay shattered as dust and splinters. Memories flooded Alfia's mind, yearning for the warmth that once pervaded this sacred place. "I don't even have this place left…"

A man emerged from the shadows, black hair adorned with two striking gray locks, and gray eyes. His attire, stood out against the state of dilapidation.

"It is good to see you both again. But I must ask if, you are sure. Soon there will be no going back for any of us," he cautioned, his words heavy with gravity.

Alfia's heart fluttered with uncertainty. "I... I... I need to go for a walk." Her words carried the strain of her emotions as she walked out, leaving Zard and the enigmatic man behind.

Erebus, the God of Darkness, regarded them with an inscrutable smile. His voice, gentle and reassuring, addressed them. "You two can leave if you want. No one knows about us being Evilus, not even the other Gods. There is still time to change your mind."

Zald challenged Erebus's idea; "You seem pretty half-hearted about this plan to challenge Orario. You keep trying to get us the two most dangerous people alive to leave."

Erebus turned away, his silhouette fading into shadows, his voice lingering. "I have enough tricks up my sleeves. It would be better if you two were to stay alive and find the happiness you deserve."

Zald's merely responded 'If only it was that simple.'

Their fate hung in the balance, the path ahead riddled with uncertainty and the shadowy schemes of the enigmatic god who had woven them into this intricate web of destiny to prepare the city for the future.

Far away on Daedalus Street

A boy, with white hair and red eyes, wandered through the dimly lit street. The once-bustling city was now hushed, and he moved towards his destination—an old, abandoned church with rain-soaked streets. In his hand, a delicate blue necklace glinted under a flickering lamppost, its color mirroring the stormy emotions within him.

His face bore a profound sadness. Tears welled up in his crimson eyes, threatening to overflow, as he journeyed to an abandoned church holding memories of old.

"Mom, why?" he whispered, his voice fragile in the night. His words were a lament, his mind clouded by incomprehensible loss. Only five days had passed since his mother's last breath, leaving him alone in a world that felt alien. Memories of her kindness and warmth deepened his grief.

His mother had been ill all her life, sustained by a parting gift from the Goddess Hera. The elven holy tree's branches allowed her to postpone her passing, but without replenishment, her time had finally come. The medicine, once potent, became less effective as her disease progressed. As time passed, she needed it more frequently.

"Mom, why?" he repeated, the rain and his own tears merged A question that echoed through the desolate street to remain forever unanswered.

First his mother needed it every few years,

.

Then every year.

.

Then every six months

.

Every three months

.

Every month

.

Until finally, it was needed every week.

.

Two weeks had passed since his mother's last medicine. A brief reprieve, a flicker of hope, only to be extinguished cruelly. Her condition deteriorated, culminating in her passing five days ago.

The boy fought to suppress the storm within, but tears continued to mingle with raindrops. He walked, rain-soaked and chilled. The stormy atmosphere mirrored the boy's own sorrow. The world enveloped him in desolation, raindrops poignant reminders of unshed tears. The street's silence amplified his unspoken questions and grief etched into his being.

Thunder, lightning, raindrops mirrored his emotions within. As the boy continued his journey to the church, he came across a silver haired woman looking at him from down the street.

Switch to Alfia:

On the other side of the street, Alfia moved with purpose, determined to quell the persistent thoughts since her harrowing encounter with the dragon. Memories of that day, the news of her Familia's overthrow, the apparent loss of her sister, threatened to unravel her composure.

'Keep it together, Alfia,' she inwardly admonished, a stark reminder of her duty. 'Your family is gone. Nothing left for you in this life. You must be the steppingstone for others. So, give your life so others can have one.'

Amidst the turmoil, the cries of a child pierced the silence. Alfia's gaze shifted, revealing a boy with white hair and crimson eyes.

"An orphan," she surmised, her voice laced with irritation. "Must've lost his parents recently. Why can't he mourn more quietly?"

As they approached, Alfia's eyes scrutinized the boy. She scolded him, her tone unsympathetic. "Crying doesn't do a thing, kid. You better move on."

The street witnessed the cold exchange, tension thick in the air. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken emotions, the rhythmic flow reflecting the harsh world.

Tears welled in the boy's eyes. "Mom is the only one I had," he choked out, his voice quivering.

Alfia, watching him with sadness, felt empathy within her heart. 'He's like me and... her, but he doesn't have anyone,' she mused, memories of her past heavy in her heart.

As the boy sobbed, Alfia's emotions turned to anger and regret. 'Damn kid, he reminds me of my past,' she fumed, past grievances pressing down.

Then, a faint voice called her. "Mom." Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. The boy's tear-stained face resembled a younger Alfia, a reflection of her own past. He stood before her, choked by grief, trying to speak.

"Sorry," he began, his voice broken and heavy with sorrow, "miss her… you just look," he continued, his words interrupted by heart-wrenching sobs, "a lot like my mother."

Tears flowed unabated from the boy's eyes, his smile forced, a facade he clung to as he walked past the astonished Alfia. His outpouring struck a chord deep within her, and her heart ached.

But Alfia, haunted by her own history, was quick to quash any hope that stirred within her. 'No, don't even dare hope,' she admonished herself, her inner thoughts a desperate plea. 'Don't ever think… She died a long time ago... It's just a coincidence... It's just another sick torture from the Gods...'

The atmosphere was heavy as Alfia grappled with the unexpected encounter and the turmoil it had unleashed within her. Her internal struggle froze her in place as she worked to protect herself from the heartache of false hope.

Thud.

The sudden, jarring sound echoed through the stillness, pulling Alfia's attention away from her inner turmoil. She turned her head sharply, her gaze landing on the fallen boy who lay sprawled on the ground.

Without a second thought, Alfia's instincts kicked in, and she rushed to the boy's side. Her keen eyes swept over his body, each observation painting a grim picture of his suffering. His emaciated frame told a story of days without proper meals, his once-clear eyes now a bloodshot red from ceaseless weeping, and deep circles marred the skin beneath his eyes, a testament to days of sleeplessness.

As Alfia's eyes continued their careful assessment of the boy's trembling form, they fell upon a delicate blue necklace, just like the one she clutched in her hand, mirroring her own treasured possession with an uncanny resemblance. Her sharp intake of breath cut through the pattering rain, her eyes widening with disbelief.

"This… is… her… necklace?" Alfia's thoughts raced, her mind struggling to process the implications of the boy's possession. Her heart pounded against her chest at similarity to the pendant of her own necklace, as her now trembling hand found its way to the necklace's gemstone. Her tears mingled with the rain as she gazed at the precious pendant.

It was a stark contrast to the memories of her past—the failure of their last quest, or the heart-wrenching knowledge of that twin sister had likely been killed. This time, the tears that welled in her eyes were a testament to the unexpected bond that she had thought lost.

"You really are Meteria's son. How? Why?" Alfia finally spoke the name of her twin sister, a name that had been forbidden in her thoughts for seven long years. Her voice trembled with a mix of astonishment and disbelief as she looked at the boy before her.

Alfia embraced the boy tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, her usually stoic expression replaced by an uncharacteristic smile. With the boy held in her arms, Alfia dashed back to the house she shared with Zald and Erebus. Her steps were quick and determined, the tears in her eyes glinting in the moonlight as she ran.

As she burst through the door with a force that nearly tore it off its hinges, both Erebus and Zald leaped to their feet, their astonishment evident in their expressions. The woman who was known for her aversion to noise had taken them by surprise with her uncharacteristic haste. The two men couldn't help but feel their curiosity surge as they trailed behind Alfia, their eyes fixed on the boy she cradled gently in her arms.

As Zald watched the boy with a puzzled expression, his concern was evident in his voice. "Alfia, what's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Erebus, too, found himself intrigued by the presence of the boy. His inquiry was laced with a strange sense of recognition, as if the child stirred some distant memory. "Who is the boy?" he demanded; his voice tinged with curiosity.

Alfia, her eyes soft and compassionate, lowered the boy onto her bed with great care. Her tone was soothing, as she explained, "I found him outside the old church."

The room seemed to hold its breath as her words hung in the air, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions. Zald, never one to miss an opportunity for a playful jab, couldn't resist teasing. "So you have a soft spot for kids after all."

Zald, still in shock and struggling to process the boy's sudden appearance, couldn't help but fixate on the vivid blue necklace that adorned the child's neck. The delicate gemstone gleamed, and his thoughts connected the dots in a profound realization.

"He's Meteria's son, isn't he? This boy is your nephew," he mused, the words forming in his mind as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

Alfia turned her gaze towards the two men, her eyes brimming with tears, and a smile that spoke volumes of a love long buried. Her heart ached with emotions she'd buried deep within to keep going forward.

"Yes," Alfia replied, her voice quivering with a mix of sadness and affection. "He's Meteria's son, my sister's child. I can't bear to let him go."

The room fell silent, both Zald and Erebus, who were aware of the pain that the mere mention of Alfia's twin sister could cause, were taken aback by her actions. As the rain continued to pour outside, Alfia took Bell inside the room. She gently guided him to one of the spare beds, his wet clothes clinging to his fragile frame. With maternal tenderness, she began to help him out of his soaked garments, her movements deliberate and careful.

Rainwater dripped from his hair as he stood there, a fragile figure against the backdrop of the stormy night. Alfia's actions spoke of a deep concern for her family. She was determined to provide comfort and warmth to the young boy who had wandered alone in the rain.

Once he was disrobed, Alfia gently tucked him into the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. The room was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold and wet night outside. With great care, she ensured he was comfortable, her hands a comforting presence in the dimly lit room.

Alfia gazed at Bell's peaceful slumber, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as comforting sight. His innocence, a stark contrast to the tumultuous world beyond their sanctuary.

"Zald, I need to cook something for when Bell wakes up. Stay here and guard him, won't you?" Alfia's voice was soft, her eyes warm as she spoke. The room's dim light cast a soft glow on her, enhancing the serenity of the moment.

Zald and Erebus exchanged a quizzical glance. Her smile had caught them off guard, as it had been years since they had seen her radiant like this. It was a reminder of the person she used to be.

Zald's curiosity got the better of him, and he voiced the question that hung in the air, "Guard him from what?"

Alfia's smile didn't waver. Instead, her gaze turned serious, the warmth replaced by a determined resolve. "To make sure no one tries to kidnap the boy while I make dinner for him."

Zald's brow furrowed. The thought seemed absurd and devoid from reality. "Alfia, no one is going to try to kidnap the kid..."

Alfia's gaze bore into Zald's, a fiery intensity in her eyes, daring him to defy her wishes. Her silent warning spoke volumes, promising dire consequences for anyone who dared to go against her in this moment. The atmosphere in the room shifted, from one of serene calm to a sense of impending danger that lingered in the air.

"Fine. Fine. I will watch the kid. I have no problem with that," Zald relented, his exasperation evident in his voice. Internally, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking, "Good grief. She's gone full mama-bear already." A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a mixture of amusement and affection for Alfia's newfound protectiveness.

Erebus chimed in, sensing the shifting dynamics. "Well, then, it's not every day that someone comes into our little family, you know. So, I take it you won't be participating in the plan then?"

Alfia hesitated before replying; "Not yet. Not yet. I must be sure of a few things," she replied, her voice a whisper of uncertainty. Her fingers moved deftly as she rushed to prepare a meal for the boy she had just met, the atmosphere in the room thick with the weight of her unease and determination.

Alfia's inner thoughts and feelings were a maelstrom of emotions, a mix of love and concern for Bell, but also a deep-seated fear that had haunted her for years. Her past experiences had left scars that ran deep, and she couldn't let history repeat itself.

With a determined nod, Zald finally relented, his voice softer as he said, "Alright, Alfia. We'll stay here, just to be sure."

As Alfia turned her attention back to Bell, a mixture of gratitude and relief washed over her, while Zald and Erebus exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent understanding passing between them as they both turned their attention to Alfia. Her determination and protectiveness were admirable, but it was evident to both of them that she had crossed a line, even if she hadn't realized it herself.

"Alfia is out, even if she doesn't know it yet," Both men thought to themselves.

Several Hours Later The next morning:

The white-haired boy stirred, his eyelids slowly parting as he rose from slumber. As he woke, an unusual sense of calm over him, a stark contrast to the gnawing hunger that had plagued him for days. He blinked in the soft light of the room, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings.

'Where am I?' He thought as he was stirring from the bed.

He tried to remember how he ended up here, but he was drawing a blank. Then he noticed that his right hand was being held by some warm hand.

His gaze dropped to his right hand, and there, his fingers were encased in a warm, comforting grip. Turning his head in that direction, he found himself face to face with a silver-haired woman whose features struck a chord deep within him.

"Good, you're awake. My name is Alfia. What's yours? "Alfia said, looking at him.

'Oh, that's right, the woman that reminds me of mom." As he said that it made him remember his mother taking her last breath and what she said to him.

"Mom," he whispered, his voice a fragile tremor, as the memories of his mother's final moments rushed back to him. He recalled her words, the gentle reassurance she had offered him in her last breath, and the warmth of her presence that had been abruptly extinguished.

The room itself was bathed in a soft, soothing light, creating an atmosphere of tranquility that contrasted with the boy's recent hardship. Alfia's eyes reflected a mix of concern and understanding, her grip on his hand a lifeline in the storm of his emotions. As the memories of his mother's passing lingered, a veil of vulnerability shrouded the boy's crimson eyes.

Alfia's features softened, her gaze lingering on the boy's face with a mix of wonder and sadness. Her voice held a touch of compassion as she reached out to him, repeating softly, "What is your name?"

"It's Bell Cranel. It is good to see you again Auntie Alfia," he responds quietly, his voice full of longing and relief. His mind was filled with memories of his childhood spent with Alfia. Being in the presence of someone who had loved him unconditionally gave him a sense of peace.

At the confirmation that she never dared to hope for, Alfia's breath hitched. Emotions surged within her, breaking the dam that held back years of longing and searching. Unrestrained tears flowed down her cheeks as she enveloped her long-lost nephew, blankets and all, in a tight embrace. The two clung to each other, a reunion that erased the painful years of separation. In the warmth of that embrace, Bell found a sanctuary—a refuge from the harshness of the last few days—while Alfia found relief that her nephew was still alive. It was a moment of solace between the two.

"I missed you so much," Bell whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I missed you too, my dear boy," Alfia replied, her voice choked with tears. "I have searched for you for years. I could never find a trace of you or your mother."

Bell leaned back to get a better look at Alfia's face. Her eyes were swollen and red, evidence of recent tears, but there was also a glimmer of determination in them.

"You looked for me?" he asked timidly.

Alfia nods, wiping away her tears. "Yes, of course. I did. When I heard what happened in the city, I couldn't just leave you two alone. But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find any information about survivors. I thought both you and your mother had died years ago."

He felt grateful that Alfia was here now when he needed someone the most and he began to think about what his mother's last request.

Flashback Starts:

Meteria's gentle touch cradled her son's wet cheek, her fingers cool against his flushed skin. The softness of her palm brought comfort to the trembling boy, and the warmth of her presence enveloped him. Her voice, a sweet lullaby of maternal tenderness, tried to comfort her crying son.

Tears streamed down the young boy's face, his sobs coming in ragged gasps. "Mom, please don't leave me," he pleaded, clinging desperately to his mother who radiated a deep sense of sadness.

"I'm sorry, my dear," Meteria whispered, her own voice shaking with pain at the thought of their imminent separation. Their eyes met, both reflecting an unbreakable bond of love and sorrow.

"There is little time left for me. But know that I will always love you and watch over you." She gently wiped away the tears that stained his cheeks, holding onto his trembling hands. "Promise me you will stay strong and never give up."

Despite his best efforts, tears continued to flow, but he fought back the urge to sob uncontrollably. He wanted desperately to beg his mother not to leave him, but the words remained lodged in his throat. At thirteen years old, Bell understood his mother's condition and the inevitable separation that loomed before them. It was a heavy burden for someone so young to bear, leaving him feeling helpless and lost in a sea of emotions.

Meteria's eyes brimmed with worry and love, looked at her son and saw the glimmer of resilience in his teary gaze. She knew he was trying to be strong for her, to keep his promise. But she also saw the deep well of sorrow that threatened to overflow.

"Be brave, my dear. I know you will try your best," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Bell's heart swelled with emotion as tears streamed down his cheeks. He wanted to be strong for his mother, but the weight of their situation was almost too much to bear.

As if sensing his struggle, his mother reached out her hand and placed a delicate blue necklace in his palm. "I want you to take care of this necklace for me, okay? It's just like the one your aunt has, except hers is green and a little bigger."

Meteria's fragile frame trembled, her body wracked by a violent coughing fit that had become an all too familiar, horrifying routine in her life. Her emaciated chest convulsed with each cough, desperately trying to pull in air while her labored lungs fought against the sharp pains shooting through them. The sound of her raspy breaths echoed throughout the room, a haunting reminder of the torment of her deteriorating health. Each cough was a battle she could never win against the disease ravaging her body.

Her chest rose and fell with each desperate breath. The room filled with the sounds of her painful coughs. Despite the pain she had to make sure her son had everything he needed to be safe. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Bell stood helplessly by his mother's bedside. Her once vibrant face was now contorted in agony, and her labored breaths were a painful reminder of the illness that had taken hold of her. He wanted to ease her suffering, to take away the pain that wracked her frail body, but there was nothing he could do. The anguish of his own helplessness weighed heavily on his shoulders.

"MOM!" Bell cried out in panic as he watched her struggle for each breath.

"Shhh, my brave boy," his mother whispered, reaching out to caress his cheek with a trembling hand. "You are the strongest person I know, and I am so proud to have you as my son." Tears continued to flow down her face as she spoke.

With a whimper, Bell interrupted his mother's words. "Mom..." he says

"Good, Bell. You are a brave and kind boy. I couldn't have asked for a better child." Meteria whispered softly into his ear.

"Mom, please don't leave me." Bell begged.

"I'm sorry, Bell. I wish I could be there with you," Meteria replied weakly but truthfully. She looked at her son with love and urgency in her eyes. "Now there are two more things I need you to do for me. Can you promise me that?"

"I promise, mom." Bell said

"Remember to always wear Lady Hera's clothes when going out, Bell. It will protect you. It doesn't matter how you wear them, but YOU MUST WEAR them. I know that you want to be an adventurer like your father and aunt, BUT YOU MUST STAY AWAY from Loki and Freya - they are treacherous deities. If they find out about your connection to Zeus or Hera, your life will be in danger. Please Bell." Meteria says, gripping Bell's arm tightly as she emphasizes the seriousness of her warning.

"Yes, mom. I remember what you told me - how they betrayed Lord Zeus and Lady Hera after they lost to OEBD. They are the reason we had to leave the church that you loved so much," Bell replied. "You said Freya Familia only cares about her whims and gaining her love. And Loki Familia will do anything to become the best, even if it means backstabbing others. The Braver doesn't live up to his name; he is willing to do whatever it takes to gain fame. You said, there aren't enough adventurers like Astraea Familia anymore - that most are selfish and greedy." Bell repeated the lessons that his mother had drilled into him.

"GOOD. YOU MUST NEVER trust those two deities, Bell. And while Astraea girls may have good intentions, they are young and naive. The world is harsh, and their light will be snuffed out eventually. Remember, the brighter the light, the more people want to extinguish it," Meteria adds, coughing violently before continuing her warning.

"Mom!" Bell yelled as he rushed to wrap his warps around Meteria, hoping to provide some relief like she said it had in the past.

"Bell, I have one more selfish request. My sister Alfia will return to Orario," Meteria revealed, a bittersweet smile on her lips as she was held by Bell. "I know she will use her last breath to help this world. You remember what kind of person I told you she was."

Tears glistened in Bell's eyes as he nodded, recalling the stories his mother had shared about his aunt's love for them and willingness to do anything if it meant protecting them.

"Yes, Mom. You told me she was kind and caring, always putting family before herself. She would do anything for her friends and family, even if it means going against the whole world." Bell remembers his mother's words about his aunt being willing to do anything if she thought it would make Meteria happy or protect her.

Meteria simply placed her hand on Bell's arm as she is held tight; "Bell I am sorry but there is one more thing I need you to do. I want you to find Alfia and convince her not to throw her life away, trying to strengthen Orario. She is my precious twin. I want her to live as long as possible before she joins me in the next life. Whatever she plans won't work. Nobody can even hope to reach the strength of Hera Familia and Zeus Familia."

Meteria's voice grew more despondent with each word.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Bell choked out, his voice thick with sorrow. His eyes welled up with tears, and they streamed down his face like a river.

Meteria managed a weak, reassuring smile, her feeble hand trembling as she reached out to touch his cheek. "No, it's not your fault, Bell. It was fate, there's nothing we can do." Her words were barely more than a whisper, a fragile sigh escaping her parched lips.

Tears continued to roll down Bell's cheeks as he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Mom. I love you, Mommy. You are the best mom anyone can ever ask for." His words quivered as his chest was wracked by sobs.

Meteria's eyes gazed at her son with immeasurable love. "Bell, my time is almost up," she said, her voice a mere murmur. "Please, stay safe."

Bell nodded, his voice trembling. "Okay, Mom. I will try to make you proud."

A tearful smile graced Meteria's lips as she reached for Bell's hand, her fingers frail and cool to the touch. "I know, sweetie. I know you will."

The room seemed to close in around them, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of impending loss. Meteria's strength continued to wane, her breathing growing even more shallow.

"I love you, Mom," Bell whispered, his voice a gentle plea, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what was to come. "I will keep my promise."

'I know you will, Bell.' She thought as she closed her eyes and let death claim her. As her words trailed off, Meteria's hand fell from Bell's cheek, and he saw a serene smile on her face, her eyes closed, as if she had finally found peace. Tears welled up in Bell's eyes as he took her hand in his, feeling the cold, unyielding stillness that had replaced the warmth and life that once resided within her. The room seemed to close in around him.

"I promise, I will be strong, Mom. Stronger than anyone has ever been. I will do what you ask," Bell vowed, his voice quivering with a mixture of determination and sorrow. His eyes were brimming with tears, and his heart ached with the weight of his mother's request. The promise he made was not just to her, but to himself, a testament to his unwavering love and resolve. "but first…."

Reality crashed down on Bell with brutal force, shattering his emotional defenses and reducing him to a heap of despair. He collapsed to the ground, overcome by uncontrollable sobs that shook his body. The weight of his loss consumed him, suffocating him with its intensity.

Trembling hands clutched at his chest, as if trying to hold onto the memories of his beloved mother. Her love, laughter, and warm embrace flooded his mind like a tidal wave, ripping open old wounds and threatening to drown him in a sea of sorrow. Nothing could have prepared Bell for this overwhelming grief, and he succumbed to it completely. It was as if a dam had burst, and the flood of sorrow threatened to drown him.

He wanted to hold onto the pain, as if it were a connection to his mother. He could still feel her presence in the room, the faint scent of her perfume, the sound of her voice, and the touch of her hand. The realization that he would never experience these things again was like a dagger in his heart.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as Bell mourned his mother's passing. Each memory was a fresh wave of grief, each sob a testament to the love he had lost. The room was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, thick with the rawness of his emotions.

The flow time seeming to ebb and flow, the deep well of sorrow threatened to consume him while the world outside continued to turn, indifferent to his pain, as Bell was overwhelmed by waves of sadness.

Amidst his anguish, a distant knock on the door pierced through the haze of his despair, bringing an abrupt interruption to his mourning….

Flashback End

Bell's smile, though tinged with sadness, reflected the warmth he felt upon seeing his aunt for the first time in so long. His emotions were a complex interplay of grief and joy, the past and the present converging in this poignant moment.

Alfia slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Bell's as she tried to make sense of the unusual warmth that enveloped her. His smile, genuine and innocent, seemed to penetrate the walls she had built around herself, touching a place within her that had remained hidden for too long.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Alfia's curiosity got the better of her as she questioned the boy's behavior. His smile was a stark contrast to the sorrow that had consumed her for years.

"Because I'm happy to see you again, Auntie Alfia," Bell replied, his voice filled with longing and genuine affection. The words had a profound impact on Alfia, a reminder of the love she had once known and thought she had lost forever.

Tears welled up in Alfia's eyes as she was unable to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to engulf her. Without hesitation, she continued to hold Bell into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around him with a desperate need to hold onto the connection they once had.

Bell's response was immediate, as he returned the embrace, tears streaming down his face. They held onto each other for what felt like an eternity, the weight of their shared grief and the flicker of hope intertwining in their hearts.

Bell and Alfia finally broke their embrace, wiping away their tears and trying to compose themselves. The emotional reunion had left them both exhausted but also feeling a sense of relief and comfort in each other's presence.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you all these years, Bell," she said with a hint of regret in her voice.

"It's okay, Auntie," Bell replied with a gentle smile.

Alfia sighed and looked at Bell with a mixture of sadness and pride. She was taken aback by how much he had grown since she last saw him. He was no longer the little boy she remembered but a strong young man who had experienced so much pain at such a young age.

"I wish I could have been there for you," Alfia said softly, reaching out to hold Bell's hand.

"But you're here now, that's all that matters," Bell replied, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

They sat in silence once again, this time finding comfort in each other's company. The room felt warmer somehow, as if the heavy atmosphere from before had lifted. Tears welled in Alfia's eyes, but she blinked them away, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

The room seemed to tighten with the weight of their emotions, the air filled with a bittersweet longing for moments that were now memories. Alfia brushed away her tears, her gaze now more composed. She needed to know the answers that had been haunting her.

"Okay, Bell. That's enough," Alfia said, her voice now steadier. "Tell me, how did you get here? Where's Meteria?"

Bell's expression shifted; his features etched with sorrow as he struggled to control his own emotions. He swallowed hard, a lump in his throat, before he spoke. "Mom died from her illness five days ago. Then I went looking for you, starting four days ago."

The room seemed to grow colder; the heavy atmosphere now compounded by the news of Meteria's passing. Their conversation shifted from excitement over their reunion to grief at the loss of someone precious to them both.

Alfia's heart weighed heavy with sorrow and frustration. Her sister was gone, and the cruel hand of fate had deprived her of the chance to say her goodbyes. Tears welled in her eyes, each one a testament to her grief.

"Bell, I'm sorry," Alfia whispered, her voice quivering with the raw emotions that churned within her. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't there for you when she passed. But what do you mean by looking for me?"

Bell's eyes, filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination, met Alfia's gaze. He had braved the pain of losing his mother, and now he had a story to tell. But before he could share it, he had one more request.

"First, Auntie," Bell began quietly, his voice tinged with a sense of purpose, "Can I talk to the two men standing outside the door?"

His gaze flickered to two who stood guard just beyond the room's threshold. Their expressions were a blend of vigilance, intrigue, and curiosity.

"What a sharp boy you are," Erebus remarked with a hint of amusement. He extended an introduction; "Hello, my name is Erebus. This is Zald."

Bell's gaze shifted between the two men for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of recognition and curiosity. The words he spoke carried a sense of familiarity with the world they inhabited, and it was evident that his mother had prepared him well.

"You're Zald Gluttony of the Zeus Familia. Mom told me about you," Bell acknowledged with a nod, his tone respectful and poised. He then turned his attention to Erebus, who held an air of enigmatic authority. "And you must be a god. My name is Bell Cranel."

Erebus and Zald exchanged a glance once more, taken aback by the young boy's knowledge. The revelation was unexpected, and it carried implications they needed to address.

"You said that you were looking for Alfia, right? How did you know she would be in Orario?" Erebus inquired, his voice laced with caution, mindful of the secrets they held and the potential consequences of their actions.

The room hummed with a charged atmosphere as Bell calmly addressed the elephant in the room. His young voice carried a weight of understanding that transcended his age, and his composure hinted at the depth of knowledge imparted by his mother.

"Mom figured that Auntie would return to Orario eventually to help the city move forward," Bell's words were delivered with a disarming candor. His gaze moved from Erebus to Zald, his eyes reflecting a mix of comprehension and acceptance. "Mom figured out what you were about to do. She said that Aunt would act as a steppingstone for future heroes to take up the banner. That you would draw out as much of Evilus as possible to let Orario move forward."

Erebus, with his enigmatic smile, couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. His amusement, though tinged with irony, was a response to the unexpected unveiling of their intentions.

"Tsk, Tsk. Ha Ha Ha Ha. This is insane. Our plan was exposed even before we started it. Ha Ha Ha," Erebus chuckled, his mirth echoing through the room.

Bell, in a moment of normalcy, raised his hand and spoke, his tone now that of a boy his age. "Can I eat something? I'm hungry."

The two humans exchanged glances, their shoulders relaxing slightly. It was a brief respite in the midst of a turbulent revelation. Bell's request was a return to the ordinary, a reminder that, despite the gravity of their situation, he was still just a child.

Half Hour Later

Amidst the dimly lit room, the four of them gathered around a makeshift dining table, their shared meal becoming the backdrop for an unexpected exchange of truths.

Bell, though barely a child anymore, found himself sitting on Alfia's lap due to the shortage of chairs. It was an arrangement that didn't escape her notice, and her reaction was swift and sharp.

"Are you insane, Bell?" Her voice, uncharacteristically loud and laced with anger, cut through the air, her frustration palpable.

Bell, undeterred by her outburst, met her gaze with a serene smile, one that suggested he harbored no fear of the powerful aunt who could reduce the swathes of the city to rubble with a flick of her hand.

"Probably?" Bell's response, delivered with a hint of mischief, hinted at the audacity hidden beneath his exterior. It was a bold assertion, as if he was daring the Alfia to challenge him.

"Kid, I like you already," Zald declared, a broad grin across his scarred face. His reaction, in stark contrast to Alfia's glare, was a testament to his appreciation for Bell's spirit. Erebus couldn't help but chuckle, appreciating the unexpected bravery of Bell to talk back to Alfia.

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Alfia's heterochronic eyes shone with warmth as she gazed at Bell. Her lips curved into a tender smile, a mixture of affection and concern danced in her eyes as she spoke

"I'm glad to have you here with us, Bell."

Bell, his youthful face marked with determination, returned the smile, a glimmer of gratitude reflecting in his eyes.

"I'm glad to be with you too, auntie," he replied

Erebus, seated across from them, leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Bell.

"Okay, now it's my turn," he said, his voice holding a trace of curiosity and suspicion. "What did you mean when you said your mom knew about our plan?"

Bell's brow furrowed, and he drew in a slow breath, the room's tense atmosphere amplifying his unease. "Lady Hera told Mom that Auntie Alfia was still alive after the fight with the black dragon. Mom said she knew Auntie's personality and that she would eventually return to Orario if the other familias couldn't stop Evilus. Mom said that Auntie would act as a member of Evilus, to give them the confidence to launch an all-out attack on Orario. This would act to lure out most of Evilus and other dangerous people to the city."

Erebus and Zald exchanged astonished glances, their eyes locked in shared disbelief. They had not expected Bell's mother to realize the intricacies of their plan, nor did they anticipate that she would surmise almost EVERYTHING they intended.

Bell swallowed hard, his emotions laid bare, a mixture of fear and determination playing across his features. "While Auntie's real goal would be to act as the sacrificial pawn to draw out the enemies of Orario and make the city stronger. Mom said Auntie would do it for the greater good and that Auntie would become a steppingstone for future heroes."

Erebus, his features darkened by the weight of their revelation, let out a humorless chuckle, the sound devoid of mirth. "She really did know you well," he said, his laughter tinged with a touch of bitterness, an acknowledgment of the inevitable.

Amid the tension in the room, Zald, leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Okay, what are we going to do?" he asked, his voice a mirror to the solemnity that enveloped them. "Do we continue with the original plan minus Alfia?"

Bell's gaze shifted from Zald to Alfia, who held him protectively. He sighed, his turmoil mirrored in the furrow of his brow. "You guys should come up with another plan," he finally said, his words carrying the weight of responsibility. "Mom wanted me to convince Auntie to leave because she didn't believe that anyone could surpass Zeus and Hera."

The room fell into an oppressive silence, the weight of their unspoken thoughts settling over the three adults like a thick fog. They had no counterargument, no rebuttal to the stark reality that had unfolded before them. The current state of the city, its political landscape marred by the dominance of Loki and Freya's factions, had left them disheartened and angry.

Their shared discontent with the city's strongest remnants hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste, a cocktail of frustration, anger, and resentment. The emotional depth of their disillusionment ran deep, each of them struggling to come to terms with the stark turn of events that had brought Orario to its knees.

Bell's gaze fixed on Erebus, the intensity of the moment causing the god to straighten his posture. As he watched Bel prepare to speak. Bell, his eyes filled with an unshakable determination, had the undivided attention of the adults. His voice cut through the silence with unwavering resolve.

"That is why I will do it," he declared, his words echoing with raw passion. His youthful face was etched with purpose, a fierce fire burning within. "I will find a worthy God and raise myself up to be strong enough to complete the Last Great Quest. I will restore the hope that was lost, and I won't let the light that she liked be snuffed out like she feared. I WILL FULFILL MY MOM's WISH, and I won't let anyone stand in my way. I will be the Last Hero."

Bell's proclamation hung in the air like a sacred vow, his heart's determination shining through. The emotional depth of his commitment resonated in the room, each word he spoke a testament to the love he held for his mother and the legacy he intended to uphold.

Throughout his declaration, Bell's unwavering gaze remained locked with Erebus's. Erebus, as with all deities, could feel the unyielding resolve in Bell's eyes, recognizing that this was a moment of reckoning, and Bell's will was absolute.

With a calm and measured tone, Erebus responded, "Bell, if you consider me worthy. I will invite you into my Familia." His suggestion cut through the air like a revelation, sending shockwaves through the room. Alfia and Zard exchanged wide-eyed glances, their surprise palpable. Erebus's proposal was a seismic shift from the plan.

Bell's eyes sparkled with excitement as he leaned forward, his voice carrying a youthful enthusiasm. "Really?" he asked, his words tinged with anticipation, as if a world of possibilities had just opened before him.

Erebus met Bell's eager gaze, his own eyes crinkling with a hint of a smile. "Yes, what do you think?" he inquired, his voice an invitation to a brighter future.

"I agree, it would be great," Bell responded, his enthusiasm palpable, his dreams were within reach, and a wave of elation washed over him.

"Well, it looks like it's settled," Zald chuckled, his amusement bubbling to the surface as he observed the turn of events. "Welcome to the familia, Bell."

Amid the celebratory atmosphere, Alfia remained silent, her emotions a tumultuous sea of conflict. She observed the unfolding exchange with a mixture of pride and concern, realizing that her beloved nephew intended to fight IT.

"Bell," she finally spoke, her voice carrying a blend of admiration and caution, "I have to say, you really are special. No ordinary kid would be able to declare something like that so boldly before a God."

Bell's voice, tinged with gratitude, drifted through the room as he replied to his aunt, "Thanks, auntie." His gaze met hers, and he gave her a cheeky grin.

An annoyed glint emerged Alfia's eyes, she couldn't resist playfully poking Bell in the cheek, "That's not a compliment, Bell," she chided with a poke.

Zard took the opportunity to shift the conversation. He turned his attention to Erebus.

"Well, that was cute. So, what's the next step, Lord Erebus?" he inquired

Erebus leaned back in his chair, his authoritative presence commanding attention. "Well, no one knows that we are members of Evilus," he began, his voice measured and confident. "So, I would say giving Bell his Falna and registering with the Guild probably. Also, did Zeus and Hera leave anything behind that could be of use to us in establishing a familia?"

Bell's excitement was palpable as he interjected, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "SWEET! I am getting a FLANA!" he exclaimed, his joy echoing through the room.

Alfia, her expression holding a blend of amusement and irritation, delivered a gentle, for a level 7, smack to Bell's forehead.

"Noisy," she chided, her voice firm, her touch gentle yet corrective.

"Ow," he protested, the sensation still stinging on his forehead.

"And yes, they did. I know of at least a dozen safe houses that I checked already, and they are still intact. What were you looking to have done?" Alfia asked

The room took on a sense of purpose as Erebus leaned forward, the weight of their impending decision palpable.

"Well, we will need to find a home once we register. So, I was hoping you would know of some available assets." His gaze shifted to Bell.

"Bell, two questions for you. Do you want to receive your Falna now or register with the Guild? Second, you said your mom feared a light being snuffed out. What did you mean by that?" Erebus's inquiry bore the weight of unspoken curiosity, his inner thoughts playing out across his features.

Bell's eyes shone with a sense of eagerness; his determination unwavering as he answered Erebus.

"FALNA first, please Lord Erebus," he said, his voice holding a note of urgency, a young man on the cusp of a new chapter in his life: "Before my mom passed, she warned me against Loki and Freya but mentioned that Astraea and her familia were kind, but that the world was not. So, they will be snuffed soon. I don't want that, so I want to prevent it if I can. I met them and they were truly kind."

Erebus nodded, a sense of purpose reflected in his eyes, as he absorbed Bell's response. Erebus's voice held the weight of authority as he spoke:

"Astraea, I see. Very well. Alright, Bell, come over here, take off your shirt. So, I can give you my Blessing,"

Bell's eagerness shone in his eyes as he swiftly complied with the instructions, baring his back. He knelt before Erebus, his young frame tense with both excitement and the weight of the moment. Erebus, with a steady hand, pierced his own finger, the blood welling up. With deliberate strokes, he began to inscribe Bell's falna onto the young man's skin.

Alfia and Zard stood behind Bell, their watchful eyes keenly observing the ritual. They noticed a subtle change in Erebus's expression, a fleeting moment where his brows knitted together, and his finger slowed for an instant before resuming its work.

After the inscription was complete, Erebus carefully transferred Bell's status to a piece of paper, each character reaction reflective of their collective anticipation. The room was charged with a mix of emotions, from Bell's hopeful anticipation to Erebus's hidden concerns. The atmosphere was one of sacred ritual and transformation.

Bell Cranel

Human

Age 13

Lvl 1

Strength: I-0

Endurance: I-0

Dexterity: I-0

Agility: I-0

Magic: I-0

Magic

[Satanas Version] (Inherited)

User sends out waves of Sound towards the enemy

Quick chant: Gospel

Skills:

[Realis Phrase-Crystallization of Desires]

As long as owner has a strong desire and goal, he will grow stronger according to his desires

Exponential Growth

Immunity to charm

Status Limit is broken

Stronger desire results in stronger growth

Continued desire results in continued growth

Skill automatically applied to those the user has an affinity for. (Does not have to be romantic affinity.)

Strength of effect is based on the recipient's desire.

Those in proximity have the same effects as user applied to themselves.

Copy (Inherited)

Allows its user to replicate the movements and actions the user has observed once

Grants the user to ability to execute the copied techniques with a precision that ignores the user's natural limitations

Grants the user an understanding of the intricacies and subtleties behind the technique in question.

The user not only gains the physical ability to perform these actions but also absorbs the essence of their techniques.

User's knowledge extends beyond the physical execution, delves into strategy, philosophy, and the very essence of the technique being copied.

[Inheritance of Talent]

User has monstrous talent and will surpassing the Incarnation of Talent herself. The user slowly gains some Magic, Abilities, Skills, and Development Abilities that belong to the Incarnation of Talent(Limit off Status achieved). [Magic: [Satanas Version] Gospel is gained], (Development Abilities [MAGE (I) Is Gained]) Skills [Copy] is gained] and Abilities are linked to the user's Skills and Abilities).

"Okay, Bell. It's done." Erebus as his mind flashes back briefly after giving Bell his status and thinks 'Was this you're doing Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos? What fate do you have for this mortal? I hope it is triumph and not a tragedy. '

Flashback Start

Under moonless night, the city of Orario lay shrouded in an unsettling stillness, its cobblestone streets bearing witness to the shadows and secrets that thrived in its alleys. Erebus, a solitary figure, wandered through the dimly lit labyrinth of Daedalus Street, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The looming threat of Evilus had cast palpable tension upon the city, and the weight of the future bore down on him.

As he contemplated his role in the upcoming chaos, Erebus's eyes swept over the desolation that surrounded him. The buildings, once proud and resilient, were now marked by scars of previous battles, their wounds testament to the city's unfolding chaos.

Amidst this grim backdrop, a flicker of movement caught his attention. Huddled behind a crumbling wall, a boy trembled in the darkness, a fragile figure lost in the turmoil of the night. Curiosity overcame Erebus's contemplation, and he approached the frightened soul cautiously.

"Hey, are you..." he began, his voice laced with concern.

The boy's wide eyes met Erebus's as his voice quivered as he whimpered, "Please don't hurt me." The desperation in his plea was undeniable, a raw cry for safety in the face of looming danger.

Erebus studied the boy with a second glance, taking in the striking details that defined him. His hair, an ethereal shade of white, called to mind the quality of freshly fallen snow. Yet, what truly captivated Erebus were the two vibrant red eyes that gleamed like rare rubellite jewels. They held a defiance, an untamed spirit even amid such vulnerability.

As the boy's trembling form came into focus, Erebus couldn't help but wonder at the depth hidden behind those crimson eyes. 'Those eyes, even in his state right now, they are defiant,' he thought, sensing an unyielding strength within the boy.

Erebus, driven by a desire to offer solace, sat down beside the boy. The sudden presence took the boy by surprise, but he made no move to retreat. Instead, he listened intently to Erebus's words.

"You know," Erebus began, his voice gentle, "there are many people who misunderstand the nature of darkness. People are afraid of the darkness because they think it is the opposite of the light, but they are all wrong."

The boy's eyes widened with curiosity as he processed the enigmatic words. "They are?" he asked, his voice a whisper of uncertainty, the darkness slowly releasing its hold on his spirit as he inched away from the confines of his hiding place.

Erebus nodded; "Yes, darkness isn't the enemy of light. It's a canvas for both fear and courage. It's in the dark that we find our true selves, where we discover our strength. You, my friend, have already shown bravery tonight." He offered the boy a reassuring smile, hoping to ignite a flicker of hope within his crimson gaze. The boy's eyes, once fearful, now held a spark of curiosity and newfound courage.

Amid the shadowed solitude of the night, Erebus and the boy found themselves in a moment of connection. They sat side by side, beneath a moonless sky, the atmosphere heavy with untold stories and the secrets that lingered in the stillness.

"Darkness and Light are not opposites, but in fact, they are twins," he spoke, his words like a whispered revelation. "One can't exist without the other. Life and Death. Love and Hate. Mercy and Ruthlessness. Beginning and End. Poison and Cure."

The boy, his red eyes glimmering with newfound curiosity, became drawn to the god's enigmatic words. He sensed a profound truth in what was being shared, a deeper understanding of the world's dualities.

"None of them is evil or good," Erebus continued, the weight of his words punctuating the night. "People who use them are the ones who decide that."

In the boy's eyes, a spark fascination was kindled. The darkness seemed to relinquish its grip on his heart, allowing his spirit to emerge from the shadowed cocoon that had concealed him.

Erebus, mindful of the late hour, offered a reassuring smile. "I think I've kept you here long enough. You should go back home."

The boy, his voice filled with newfound excitement, bowed respectfully before departing. "Thank you," he exclaimed, his gratitude palpable in his words, and he darted away like a fleeting shadow.

As the boy disappeared into the night, Erebus watched with a sense of warmth in his heart. "What a nice child," he murmured to himself, a hint of regret in his tone. "Should've asked for his name." With those thoughts, he turned and continued his journey through the quiet, mysterious streets of Orario, where darkness and light danced their eternal waltz, each holding its own unique beauty in the tapestry of existence.

Flashback end

The atmosphere in the room underwent a sudden transformation, every adult present was left in stunned silence, their expressions frozen in wide-eyed disbelief. They stood like statues, their jaws hanging open, as if they had just witnessed an unimaginable miracle unfold before them.

Bell, at the center of the bewildered gathering, felt a mixture of worry and then amazement wash over him. His heart swelled with pride as he looked at his status. With this newfound strength, he was one step closer to fulfilling the promise he had made to his mother.

"Now, Bell," Erebus began, "we will talk more about this, but you must never tell anyone about your status. I have locked it, so no one can see it." He regarded the boy with a knowing smile, "I think it's time we head to the Guild and register the Erebus Familia. Also, I just thought of the perfect location for our mansion."

Bell nodded, his eyes filled with determination as he absorbed Erebus's words. "Got it," he replied, his voice filled with resolve. With this, a new chapter of his life was about to begin, and the rhythmic flow of their partnership had already set in motion a series of events that would shape their destinies in the intricate tapestry of the city of Orario.

Guild:

The four of them walked to the Guild, Bell holding Alfia's hand. Their presence drew stares from both adventurers and civilians, their power undeniable. Even after time had passed, Alfia and Zald were still recognized as legends in the city. Bell asked why everyone was looking at them, reflecting his innocence. Alfia explained that they were trying to figure out who they were serving now. As the group continued their journey, the city's denizens watched with anticipation for what the future would bring.

The entrance to the Guild towered over them, a bustling center of activity where adventurers, gods, and their companions all mingled together. The group navigated through the throngs of people, scanning for an unoccupied receptionist. It didn't take long before they spotted her; a lone figure behind a counter, completely absorbed in her tasks but not surrounded by other adventurers.

The receptionist, Rose, was a striking red-haired Werewolf in her early twenties, her youthful energy shining through her brown-yellow eyes. As she worked diligently, her gaze suddenly locked onto the approaching group. Like a primal instinct sensing danger, she immediately snapped out of her distraction and became fully alert.

In an instant, all color drained from Rose's face. She couldn't tear her wide-eyed stare away from the newcomers as her heart raced in her chest. She recognized the figures from the first years of her time at the Guild - Zeus and Hera's executives.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she noticed Alfia holding the hand of young man. The presence of a God among the group did not go unnoticed by Rose. As they made their way towards the counter, the atmosphere in the Guild shifted as whispers and quiet conversations filled the air. Everyone was trying to decipher the puzzle that had just walked through the doors.

Whispers swelled with curiosity and uncertainty as the group approached the counter. Rose forced a welcoming smile on her face and tried to push aside her nerves and anticipation as she prepared to assist them.

"Hello, welcome to the Guild. How may I help you?" Rose greeted, her voice warm but tinged with anxiety. She was fully aware of the weight of the moment and the importance of the newcomers who stood before her.

"Hello, my name is Erebus. We want to register a new Familia." Erebus introduced himself with a calm and confident demeanor. Rose's anxiety was momentarily replaced by efficiency as she continued the registration process.

"Okay, we need to know the members' names. Am I correct in assuming the two behind you are Zald the Gluttony and Alfia the Silence?" she inquired, her gaze directed at the pair.

Erebus and the two other nodded in agreement, confirming the identities of the two accompanying him: "Yes."

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However, the confirmation seemed to ignited a wave of excitement among the Guild's inhabitants. A sudden, raucous crowd formed behind the group, their cheers echoing through the space. But the revelry was short-lived. Alfia, her patience tested by the noisy throng, delivered a chilling ultimatum.

"Silence. Or I will Silence YOU," she threatened, the boisterous crowd fell into an eerie silence, their earlier enthusiasm extinguished, and their faces etched with a touch of fear. Not a word was spoken, but the her command had been understood.

Alfia's commanding presence was enough to quell not only the unruly adventurers but also those nearby civilians who had been mere spectators to the unfolding drama. The sudden transition from lively chatter to an oppressive silence hung heavy in the air, leaving only the trio of adventurers and Erebus standing as the epicenter.

Amidst the silence, Rose couldn't help but voice her curiosity, her finger pointing at Bell. "Who is the boy, then?"

Erebus, ever composed, responded without hesitation, "Their nephew, Bell."

An outcry erupted from the crowd that had formed behind them, a wave of disbelief and surprise that swept through the room like a storm. The sheer volume of their exclamations seemed to echo off the walls, but before it could swell any further, Alfia spoke

"Do you have a death wish?"

To further her threat, she began to summon magical energy. The crowd vanished, as if they had never existed, leaving only the four of them in the immediate vicinity.

Rose, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, turned her attention to Bell, scrutinizing his status and the boy himself. She observed him with a critical eye, then looked at Erebus for assurance.

"He's not too young and no buts," Erebus replied with a smile.

"Very well. I am sure he will be fine. He has Silence and Gluttony," Rose conceded, nodding her understanding.

Twilight Manor Finn's Office.

The office was adorned with a collection of art and furnishings. A flag of the Plum Goddess Fianna stood in one corner, a silent sentinel of serenity, while a wooden table took center stage, adorned with a delicate glass vase. Dim, amber lights bathed the room in a warm, amber glow, casting elongated shadows that danced upon the walls. The scent of incense wafted through the air, lingering like a comforting embrace.

Finn, sat behind his desk, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft, golden halo on his tousled blonde hair. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and his slender fingers moved gracefully across a pad of paper, as if dancing to the rhythm of his thoughts.

Outside the door, Dain stood, his chest heaving from a hurried approach. Muffled voices seeped through the wooden door, indicating that the captain was present. With a sense of urgency, Dain hammered on the door, his knuckles rapping in rapid succession.

Finn's eyes lifted from his writing, and he raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he called "Who is it?"

Dain, panting heavily, took a moment to compose himself. "It's Dain," he managed to gasp out, his words bearing a sense of urgency. "I'm sorry to barge in, but I need to talk to you. It's urgent."

Finn, unruffled by the abrupt intrusion, waved a hand dismissively. "Come in, then," he said, his voice calm and measured.

Dain pushed the door open and stepped inside, his gaze sweeping across the office. He noted the presence of Loki, Riveria, and Gareth. He approached Finn with a determined expression. "Finn, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was at the Guild and saw something that I had to report immediately."

Finn sat up, his sharp gaze locking onto the source of the disturbance. "Alright, what is it, Dain?" he inquired, his voice firm and measured.

Dain, a figure hunched with urgency, struggled to catch his breath. "Alfia...and...Zald...are...back," he managed to gasp out, each word laden with a sense of urgency.

Finn's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing in concentration. He rose from his desk, his tall form dominating the room. "WHAT!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Dain, his expression earnest, nodded vigorously. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! They came back with a new god and everything this morning, and they're at the guild registering as adventurers."

Finn sighed, his frustration evident as he ran his hands through his tousled hair. "So Alfia and Zald are back? Was there anyone else with them?" he inquired, his inner thoughts and feelings a whirlwind of concern.

Dain nodded in response. "Yes," he confirmed, "they had a child with them. Erebus registered him as an adventurer as well."

Finn let out a low groan, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the news. "This is just what we need right now," he muttered, a sense of unease clouding his features. He straightened, his resolve apparent. "Fine, we'll go check this out at the Guild."

"Shit. Why did they have to come back now?" Loki's voice dripped with resentment, her anger palpable. "Couldn't they have just died out in the wastelands like the rest of their shitty familia?"

The words hung in the air, a heavy silence following Loki's bitter outburst. The office seemed to shrink under the weight of her venomous comments. Riveria, her eyes filled with a mix of reproach and sorrow, responded to Loki with a tone that held a sense of reprimand.

"Loki, that is a horrible thing to say," she chided, her voice laced with disappointment. "Zeus and Hera protected Orario for 1,000 years, and they completed two of the three great quests. They deserve more respect than that." Her thoughts, however, harbored a more profound sentiment. 'I am glad that you are alive, Alfia, despite everything that has happened. I am glad that I will get to see you again, my friend.'

Gareth, the voice of reason, added his weight to Riveria's reprimand. "Loki, that is too far. Even if we are rival familias." His words held a touch of admonition, the lines of his face etched with disapproval.

Loki, her scowl deepening, turned away from the trio, her thoughts a storm of emotions and frustrations. "Fine," she grumbled; "I'll go with you to the Guild."

As the group made their way to the Guild; Alfia, Zald, and Erebus stood by the registration counter, their presence a testament to their return. Finn approached them with caution, flanked by Riveria and Gareth, while Loki lingered behind the others.

The atmosphere in the Guild grew tense, an invisible shroud of hostility hanging in the air. Alfia, directed her scathing words at Finn and the rest. "What do you want, you shitty half-pint bastard?" Her voice dripped with venom, her anger unrestrained.

Finn, his composure unshaken, spoke through clenched teeth; "It's Finn, and we are here to see what you are planning. We also need to know who the child is."

"None of your fucking business," she retorted, her tone unapologetic. "So why don't you fuck off before we kick your ass."

Riveria, trying to be the voice of reason, stepped forward, her voice calm and measured. "Alfia, we need to talk. Please."

Alfia's glare bore into Riveria, her rage barely contained. Alfia's fiery gaze remained locked onto Riveria, a dagger-sharp intensity in her eyes. While her anger looked like it was about to explode, Zald, sensed the inner turmoil that raged within her.

A whirlwind of emotions churned within Alfia, hidden beneath the surface. Her gaze held a hint of surprise, quickly masked by a deeper, almost imperceptible flicker of recognition. In that fleeting moment, it was clear that she hadn't expected to encounter Riveria here, a familiar face from a time that felt like another lifetime. Her emotions were a tempest of conflicting currents, a mixture of uncertainty, regret, and vulnerability that threatened to break through the dam of her anger.

The torrent of anger that had driven her initial response now wavered, replaced by a more complex blend of emotions. Beneath her smug smile that had faded earlier, her lips quivered slightly. The presence of someone she had once considered friend (even if she almost never admitted to it out loud), had stirred up long-buried memories and unresolved emotions. Alfia's internal struggle was a turbulent whirlpool of anger, confusion, regret, betrayal, and an unexpected sliver of longing. Zald, standing nearby, watched the exchange between the two women, keenly aware of the undercurrents that flowed beneath Alfia's words and expressions.

The tension in the Guild Hall hung heavy. Riveria, spoke in a measured, imploring tone. "Please, let's not start a fight. We need to talk about what's going on and try to come up with a solution. There's no need for a fight."

Zald, in an attempt to relive the burden on Alfia, retorted "Ahhh, that is a good joke. Who knew an elf like you could tell one. Us fight you? Don't make me laugh, Riveria. Fighting you wouldn't even be considered a warm-up for either me or Alfia, and you know it."

Riveria, maintaining her calm expression, sought to bridge the gap. "Zald, we don't have to fight. We can work things out." Her voice held a soothing quality, an attempt to defuse the mounting hostility.

Zald, unmoved by her words, responded with a harsh glare, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "We don't need to work anything out. We have no use for a bunch of useless backstabber. Stay out of the way. You aren't even worth our time." His words were a declaration of disdain, and the atmosphere in the Guild grew increasingly charged.

"Oh. What are you planning with this god of yours, anyway?" Finn inquired, his curiosity laced with caution as he attempted to gleam anything about the duo's intentions.

Zald, responded with a venomous retort. "That's none of your business, you two-faced rat. If we have a problem, we'll handle it ourselves. So don't interfere, or you'll regret it. And you should know that better than anyone how out of your league you are." He rested a hand on his greatsword, his stance radiating readiness for confrontation. Alfia, beside him, was equally poised, her eyes locked onto the interlopers, her body taut and ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

Riveria, with a measured tone, responded "Zald, this is a serious matter. We need to discuss what is happening and figure out a plan. We can't just ignore it and expect it to go away. Please, just talk to us."

Alfia, however, having ginally stifled some of her emotions was able to respond: "Ahh, Riveria, the last thing I want is to listen to anything you have to say."

Riveria's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hurt flashing across her features as she tried to process Alfia's harsh words. "You don't mean that, Alfia. You can't."

Alfia, her anger and hurt having finally taken over, responded "Oh, but I do. You are nothing to me. You are worthless, a nobody. And I don't have to waste my time talking to you. You aren't worth it."

Riveria, struggling to contain her emotions, took a step back, her hurt etched clearly on her face. Her voice quivered with disbelief, "Alfia...how could you say that? We were friends."

Alfia's response was scathing, her words heavy with the weight of their history. "Were. The keyword here is 'were friends.' We aren't anymore, not since you and your shitty ass familia stabbed us in the back. It is truly pathetic what you pulled. After everything we did for Orario, you exile us just so you can take the top spot for your own. Truly, pathetic, only the work of cowards. So don't even bother trying to talk to us." Her voice was laced with bitterness

Riveria's voice trembled with the weight of her plea as she tried to bridge the gap of hostility that had formed between old friends. "Alfia, please just talk to us. We can't keep fighting like this. We need to come up with a solution. We need to work together. Evilus is on the rise. They must be stopped."

But instead of a softening, Zald's rage roared to the surface, his voice thunderous in the room.

"HAHAHA. AND WHO's DAMN fault is that!? You exile the guardians of the city and then complain when the evil we have been suppressing comes out of the woodwork. Were you really that stupid that you didn't see this coming? So much for the greatest strategic mind. More like the greatest self-serving ego." His words were a scathing indictment and a testament to the deep-seated resentment that had festered over the years.

Finn, finally intervened with a tone of finality. "That's enough. If you're not going to cooperate, we'll leave. Riveria, we should go back to the headquarters and discuss this." His words were a clear signal that further discourse had reached an impasse.

The room, fraught with tension, saw the conversation reach its breaking point as Loki, took the initiative. "Alright. Come on, Riveria. We have wasted enough time here. We'll have to find another way to handle this," she said,

Riveria, casting one last hopeful look at Alfia, tried to salvage a sliver of their fractured relationship. "Goodbye, Alfia. I am glad that you are alive. I hope we can be friends again."

But Alfia's response was as cold as ice, her words laced with bitterness. "In your dreams, bitch. Don't even bother. We don't need your help." Her retort was a stark rejection of any olive branch.

Riveria, undeterred, maintained her composure, and with a quiet determination, she made her final plea. "I know. I'm sorry. But I will not stop trying to change your mind." Her words carried a weight of genuine regret, and she left the Guild.

As Loki Famila exits the Guild

The street's dimly lit atmosphere seemed to reflect the somber mood of the exchange. As Gareth spoke, his words carried a sense of realism, grounded in the knowledge that reconciliation was a distant hope. "I don't think that's going to happen, Riveria. Alfia and Zald have made their decision. We need to focus on what we can do next."

Riveria, though understanding the futility of her efforts, offered a silent nod. She followed Finn and Gareth as they made their way out of the Guild, leaving Alfia and Zald standing at the counter with a god and a child.

The Captain's Office at Twilight Manor, served as the backdrop for the group's gathering. Loki's scowl reflected her deep-seated disgust at the mere thought of collaborating with Alfia and Zald.

As they settled around the table, Loki didn't waste any time in voicing her frustrations. " Well, that was a waste of time. What the hell were you thinking, Riveria? Why did you bring them back into the picture? Trying to be friends with them." Her words were laced with anger.

Riveria, however, sought to provide some clarity and reason to their predicament. Her tone was one of contemplation, as she responded to Loki's questions. "Loki, please. We need to try to talk to them. We can't let this go any further. We could use their help to take out Evilus. We have a common enemy, and we may need their help to defeat it. We can't just ignore the situation and hope it goes away."

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, Loki's skepticism clashed with Riveria's optimism, and the room seemed to crackle with unresolved feelings and unspoken fears.

Loki, still resistant to the idea of collaboration, probed further. "So what? Are we supposed to work with them now?"

Riveria maintained her stance, her voice reflecting a sense of determination. "Maybe not with them. But we should at least try to come up with a plan and see what we can do. We can't let Evilus take over Orario. They will destroy the city and unseal the Dungeon." Her words conveyed the urgency of the situation, even if the path forward remained uncertain.

Finn leaned forward, his voice laden with concern and a hint of irritation. "Well, what should we do? I categorically refuse to let them walk all over us again. Their time is gone. Besides it doesn't seem like they want to help us either."

Riveria, undeterred by the mounting challenges, exhaled a sigh and expressed her unwavering resolve. "I think we need to find a way to negotiate with Alfia and Zald. We can't just ignore them. They're stronger than us and could pose a threat if we don't work together. I will keep trying to talk to Alfia. I refuse to give up. We have to come up with a plan of some sort. Evilus can't be allowed to take over Orario."

Finn, always the pragmatic one, reinforced the need for careful planning and investigation. "Well, that's going to be a difficult task. We have no idea what Evilus's plans are or who their allies are. We need to start investigating and gathering information."

Back in the guild hall.

Alfia, Zald, Bell, and Erebus remained clustered around the registration desk, their hushed voices a counterpoint to the surrounding bustle of the Guild. The room, with its countless adventurers registering and going about their business, seemed indifferent to the heavy atmosphere this trio carried.

Erebus let out a deep sigh of frustration, a tinge of disappointment seeping into his voice. "Well, that was a waste of time."

Alfia, concurred with a degree of cynicism. "Yeah, well. We knew it wouldn't be easy. Those people have always been stubborn and selfish."

Zald brushed off the potential trouble with a calculated dismissiveness. "Let them. They're just a bunch of fools. We can take care of them easily enough."

"Ha! I finally found you, Bell Cranell!" a happy voice called as woman with vibrant red hair and the brilliant emerald eyes emerged before the group, causing it+ to halt in their tracks.

The moment those words echoed through the air; Bell's cheeks ignited with a deep, rosy blush. The crimson hue spread across his features like wildfire. He stood there, seemingly frozen, except for his nervous fidgeting, his heart racing in his chest. The rapid thumping of his heart was almost audible as the silence stretched on.

The red-haired woman, her fiery tresses cascading in waves, didn't waste a second. She lunged forward, her lithe frame easily closing the distance, and pulled Bell into a tight embrace. Her strong arms crushed him against her chest, leaving no room for escape. Bell felt her warmth, the softness of her curves against his fidgeting frame. Her laughter was like music, a sweet melody that danced in the air around them.

"Miss Alise!" Bell managed to get out before he found himself sandwiched in her chest; his voice muffled by the embrace.

The woman who had captured him in her arms was none other than Alise Lovell. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a blend of relief and excitement. She nuzzled his cheek with her own, her lips soft against his skin, and her genuine laughter emerged.

"Ooooh, I missed you, Bell," she cooed, her voice laced with a depth of emotion that reached deep into his heart.

"You know you had us all worried when you ran away. Where have you been?" Her fingers playfully ruffled his hair, leaving a trail of sensations that caused Bell to become even more fidgety

Bell, momentarily dazed by the overwhelming sensation of her nearness, managed a nervous response. "I... I've been around. I had something to do. It's good to see you again, Miss Alise."

Alfia, standing nearby, felt her eyebrow arch, her perfect porcelain features etched with a veneer of annoyance. A barely visible vein began to emerge in her forehead. Her lips pursed, and she discreetly clenched her fists, her icy-heterochronic gaze locked onto the reunion with a cold intensity. Zald and Erebus, having witnessed Alfia's reactions, exchanged smirks as they watched the scene unfold. Each harbored their own thoughts, hidden behind sly smiles and knowing glances.

"Oh, she is going to have a hard time in the future if this is how girls are already reacting to Bell," Zald thought privately, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Erebus, his expression betraying a similar sentiment, added his own private musings, "The lad's really is a son of Zeus, that's for sure."

"Ummm, I'm sorry, but I had to find my aunt," Bell replied quietly, his cheeks turning bright crimson from embarrassment as he found himself still sandwiched into Alise's chest.

Alise's emerald eyes softened with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"Awwwww, you're so cute. But that's not a good excuse." Her voice was gentle, her teasing laced with tenderness as she pouted at Bell. Then, her expression grew more serious as she continued, "Bell, the city is dangerous right now. Evilus has been on the move a lot recently. Something terrible could have happened to you. All the other girls were worried about you. Even Ryu was worried, and you know how she is. Though she tried to hide it. Everyone has been trying to find you when they're on patrol or in their spare time."

Bell's guilt swelled within him as he absorbed Alise's words. Her concern was palpable, and he felt the weight of his actions, which had caused his friends so much worry. He couldn't help but feel touched by their care for him. Alise's gaze locked onto his, her eyes searching his soul with a gravity that was impossible to ignore. Then, she pulled him even closer against her chest, as if to shield him from the world's dangers. The sight of Bell nestled in Alise's arms, their proximity, and the warmth of their embrace, sent another vein pulsing on Alfia's forehead.

Meanwhile, Zald and Erebus exchanged amused glances, their thoughts in sync. "All the other girls... the boy is already working on a harem. He might make Zeus proud." Despite the underlying humor, they focused intently on Alise's words about Evilus, understanding the gravity of the situation.

"I-I know. I'm really sorry. I just had to find her. I didn't have a choice. But I did find her, so I don't plan on disappearing again," Bell stammered, his voice filled with sincerity. His eyes were wide, and he wore an apologetic expression that couldn't be mistaken.

Alise, gazing at him with a mixture of affection and exasperation, couldn't help but smile at his earnestness. She reached out and ruffled his hair, her touch gentle and reassuring, causing Bell to blush brightly in response. His cheeks flushed like ripe apples, and his gaze darted toward Erebus, searching for support. Erebus, chuckled at the situation and decided to lend Bell a hand before Alfia's frustration reached catastrophic levels.

"Well, I am sorry to interrupt my child," Erebus began, his voice steady and unwavering, "but Bell and his aunt are part of my familia and we have business to attend to."

Alise's eyes widened in shock, and her response was an immediate, "What!?"

"Yep. We just registered as a familia. I'm Erebus. May I ask who you are?" he introduced himself as his eyes, a marble grey, bore into Alise, probing for information.

Alise's emerald eyes widened in surprise as she let go of Bell, stepping back and staring at the God in front of her. She glanced between Erebus and the two behind him, uncertainty flickering in her gaze.

"Oh," she stammered, her voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and realization. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just that Bell disappeared four days ago after we took him in. He hasn't been coming to the manor or anything. Most of us have been worried. And I am Alise Lovell, Captain of the Astraea Familia, Lord Erebus," she explained herself, her eyes still fixed on Bell with a worried expression.

Erebus arched an eyebrow at the sudden mention of Astraea Familia and the connection to Bell. His gaze bore into Alise, and he assessed her carefully.

"That's because I was trying to find my Aunt. I didn't mean to worry you guys," Bell explained,

Alise's emerald eyes softened as she looked at him, understanding in her gaze. She couldn't help but feel relieved that Bell was safe. Her stern voice softened as she responded, "You better not have meant it. It was bad enough when you disappeared from the manor."

In a sudden change of tone, Alise reached out and gently poked Bell's cheek. He blinked in surprise at the sudden touch, letting out an "Ow."

"That was for worrying me," Alise continued, her voice now filled with warmth. "Now that I know you're okay, I'm happy. And since you're safe, I guess I can forgive you. But promise me you'll never do that again. I was worried. So, promise not to disappear like that again?"

Bell met Alise's gaze, a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and nodded in agreement, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Sorry, I promise, Alise. I won't disappear like that again."

"It's okay. Just please don't do it again. Or we might not let you leave ever again," Alise said, her voice filled with relief and a bit of mischief.

"I know, I'm sorry," Bell apologized once more, he gently stepped back from the hug, his gaze shifting to the group of adventurers that had gathered to watch the scene unfold.

Alise offered a reassuring smile, her emerald eyes filled with affection. "It's okay, I was just worried."

"Yes, Miss Alise," Bell replied obediently, a trace of warmth in his voice.

Alise's affectionate demeanor didn't waver as she wrapped her arms around Bell once more, pulling him close. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart. I love you, Bell," she exclaimed

Bell's cheeks flushed crimson, and he looked away, unable to meet Alise's gaze. Her teasing words had a way of making him feel both bashful and flustered.

"Ohhhh. You're so cute when you blush," Alise said with a mischievous grin, her emerald eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now then! How to make you really blush. Let's see. Oh, I know."

With a playful glint in her eyes, Alise leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Bell's cheek. The touch of her lips on his skin sent a shiver down his spine, and he froze in place, turning as red as a tomato. The unexpected kiss left him feeling both surprised and incredibly flustered.

"There, now you're forgiven," Alise declared, her fingers gently patting Bell's head.

"Uh-thank you, Miss Alise…" Bell stammered in response, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and anxiety.

"Muh. I told you. Just call me Alise," Alise corrected him with a warm smile, her tone reassuring.

As Alise's attention shifted to the other two adventurers who watched the scene unfold with amusement, Alfia's reaction was impossible to ignore. She stood there, her icy-blue and grey eyes radiating barely suppressed rage, leveled an intense glare directed at Alise. A third and fourth vein had started to bulge on her forehead as the atmosphere around her darkened and began to tremble. While Zald, her polar opposite, stood there with a barely suppressed grin.

"Well, since Bell is safe and sound, it is all good. I'm sorry for taking up your time," Alise apologized, her voice holding sincerity as she bowed to Erebus and the others.

Erebus, still nervous about Alfia's ever-growing wrath, replied with a chuckle and a hint of relief, "No, no. It's fine. You were just concerned about a friend."

"Yeah, well. Thank you for looking after him. Bye, Bell. Let's meet again soon," Alise said, her voice carrying a mixture of warmth and fondness.

"I-It was no problem, Alise. I'll see you around," Bell replied, still struggling with his stutter as he tried to bid her farewell.

Alise flashed a bright smile at him before turning to walk out of the guild. Erebus, cleared his throat to refocus their attention and diffuse Alfia's rage.

"Bell, I'm afraid we have a lot of work to do. So, it's best that we get started," Erebus said, his tone firm but not unkind.

"Y-yes. Right, Lord. Erebus. Let's go," Bell stammered, his eyes darting between Erebus, Zald, and Alfia.

As they moved to leave, Erebus was about take a moment to address the other adventurers who were still gathered, but Alfia spoke first:

"Did you fucking cockroaches have something to say?"

Alfia's words cut through the silence, and she leveled a fury-filled glare at the onlookers. Her icy demeanor sent shivers down their spines. The adventurers, realizing they were about to become targets of Alfia's rage, fled in terror, tripping over each other to escape her wrath. While the Guild employees fled anywhere else expect the hall.

Later that Night after bell has gone to sleep

Later that night, after Bell had gone to sleep, the adults gathered in the living room to discuss the day's events and Bell's status. The dimly lit room cast long shadows.

"Alfia, Zard," Erebus began, his voice carrying the weight of his concerns. "I may be new to Genkai, but something tells me that Bell's status isn't normal."

Zard couldn't help but burst into laughter at the understatement. "HAHHAHHA. That is the fucking understatement of the year."

Alfia, on the other hand, met Erebus's observation with a more thoughtful demeanor. Her heterochronic eyes, sparkled with a mixture of intrigue and unease. "Really, that status is just insane. I don't think ANYONE has ever had a status like that in my time in Hera's familia. I mean having a single skill was rare enough. But to have two original skills when first receiving a falna. It is unheard of, even to me."

"Same. Bell's status is ridiculous even by the standards of Zeus and Hera. I am not even sure what the first skill, Realis Phrase, does entirely," Zard mused, his voice laced with a sense of wonder and bewilderment. "It's a growth-boosting skill, which is rare enough to begin with. It doesn't say how much; it's just the strength of the user's desires. Bell has a strong desire, but how much of an effect does that have? Also, the skill applies to those Bell has an affinity for. Well first how does one define affinity? There are a lot of ways to define that. There are just too many unknowns. The only way to know for sure is to test it out."

As Zald mulled the implications of Bell's skill as broad grin emerged across his face as he decided to tease Alfia: "Though I guess Bell must really love his aunt if he got a skill to be try and be like her."

"Zald, I will hit you." Alfia retorted but not before a blush spread across her cheeks.

As Zard chuckled over Bell's status, Alfia's eyes, remained locked on the nephew's status as if trying to decipher an unsolvable riddle. Her inner thoughts raced, grappling with the mysteries of Bell's powers and their potential implications.

"Also, Erebus, I want to know what this 'Status Limit Broken' means exactly," Alfia inquired

As Erebus met Alfia's gaze, his gray eyes filled with contemplation. "No idea for sure, but I have a guess if you want?" he offered, glancing at both Alfia and Zald, who nodded in agreement.

"Okay. So, I think it means he can to some degree break past the S rank on the Status based on the strength of his desire," Erebus explained, his voice tinged with a sense of wonder. "The greater the desire, the higher he can reach. I have no idea what his actual limit will be."

Alfia and Zald blinked several times in shock, their expressions a mix of disbelief and awe.

"Erebus, how is that even possible? I have never heard of anyone being able to do that. Even I have only ever made it to 1001," Alfia exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment.

Erebus, answered her with a sense of calm understanding, "Simple, my dear Alfia. Skills are based on a mortal's desires. Skills are a mortal's soul and desires made manifest. What makes them, them if you will. His will is strong enough to craft an original skill that will make his dreams a reality. It seems like he isn't going to let something like measly status limits stop him either."

As Erebus spoke, his thoughts drifted toward Bell, and he marveled at the young adventurer's spirit. "I can see how strong your will is, Bell. Truly, this skill would only come to one who wishes to be a hero above all else."

Zald interjected with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Good grief. This kid is just ridiculous."

The room was filled with a sense of awe and admiration, as the adults contemplated the limitless potential of Bell's unique skill. Erebus continued to expound upon their newfound understanding.

"Oh, absolutely," Erebus affirmed, his voice carrying the weight of a significant revelation. "Bell is the kind of child that deities start wars over. So, we must keep this under wraps as much as possible. Given the strength of Bell's desires, I am expecting him to grow at an insane rate. We will need him to be able to defend himself as soon as possible. So, I will need you two to take over that as soon as possible. Though, in the worst case, we can hold off on giving him a feat, something tells me that will only work for so long. Plus, I will work on expanding the familia immediately."

Zald, endorsed the plan. "That sounds like a good plan. Also, I am going to suggest that Bell be the captain of the familia. Neither I nor Alfia will be going into the Dungeon anytime soon. As such, it will be Bell's responsibility to lead the Familia. I also don't want the title."

Alfia, her eyes reflecting her agreement, added, "I agree with Zald. I think that is for the best."

Erebus, conceded with a wry grin, "Very well. We do still need to fill out the rest of that paperwork. I did not think staying in Genkai would require this much paperwork."

Both mortals couldn't help but smirk at their god's lighthearted complaints, knowing that their path forward was now clearer than ever.

Alfia's crimson lips tightened, and her fingers drummed impatiently on the polished mahogany table. Her presence filled the room with an aura of authority, a regal figure with a fiery determination that hinted at her noble lineage. Her heterochronic eyes, smoldered with a mixture of irritation and resentment.

Erebus, leaning back in his ornate chair, raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Alfia's sudden change in demeanor. He couldn't help but appreciate her beauty even in moments of anger, her porcelain skin contrasting with the fiery intensity that radiated from her. Though he was never dumb enough to mention it out loud.

"HMPH, GOOD. Now we can get onto the most important matter. What are we going to do about that woman?" Alfia seethed

"What woman?" Erebus inquired

His curiosity was piqued, but Zald, sitting on the other side of the table, knew all too well where this conversation was headed. He sighed in resignation and ran a hand through his unruly hair, mentally bracing himself for the impending headache as he rose from his seat and crossed the room to a heavy wooden cabinet.

He knew that a bottle of strong liquor was the only defense against the upcoming storm. His fingers danced along the cabinet's surface before seizing a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. The rich scent of aged whiskey wafted through the room as he poured it into a crystal glass, the sound a comforting prelude to the storm brewing in Alfia's eyes.

Alfia's regal bearing was contrasted by the fire of her eyes as she spoke, her voice laced with irritation. Her crimson lips quivered, her fingers tapping impatiently on the polished mahogany table.

"That Captain of the Astraea Familia," she began, her words dripping with disdain, "Her behavior irks me. She was far too forward with my adorable Bell."

Erebus, seated opposite her, leaned back in his chair, had a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice held a touch of amusement as he responded, "Well, I actually found that quite amusing."

Alfia's eyes flashed, a dangerous gleam in her gaze. Her resolve solidified as her thoughts churned with protectiveness and anger. Her fingers clenched into fists, and magical energy began to crackle around her, a potent display of her growing anger.

"Nope, absolutely not," she ranted, her voice resonating with power, "That woman was a goddamn hyena looking to sink her teeth into my adorable nephew. I will not permit it."

The air in the room grew charged with her magical energy, filling the space as the energy swirled around her. Erebus, his amusement evaporated, watched in nervousness as Alfia's power manifested.

Zald leaned forward and tried to rein Alfia in. He had seen this before, Alfia's protectiveness in full force, and he knew that her determination was unwavering. With measured words, he spoke, trying to diffuse the mounting tension.

"Alfia, I hate to tell you this," he said, keeping his tone as composed as possible, "but a lot of women are probably going to chase after Bell." His gaze shifted briefly to the crackling, concentrated magical energy surrounding Alfia, a telltale sign of her escalating anger. He braced himself for what might come next.

Alfia's eyes bore into Zald's, a storm raging within them. Her voice, though controlled, carried a weight of unwavering resolve as she responded, "And I will beat down every last of those that I deem unworthy of my nephew."

Erebus couldn't resist a sly remark. "So, you plan on becoming the judge of whether or not women are worthy of your nephew. So, you will be the Final Boss?"

Alfia's gaze flicked to Erebus, her lips curling into a small, fierce smile. Her response was immediate and unyielding, her words a declaration of her unwavering commitment. "Absolutely."

(THE FINAL BOSS AS ARRVIED ORARIO. ALL SHALL TREMBLE BEFORE HER MIGHT!)

"Good, because I wouldn't be able to stop you anyway. I have a feeling he's going to be very popular with the women in the city." Zald's voice held a note of resignation as he leaned back in his chair, eyeing Alfia with a hint of wry amusement. He had learned that when Alfia set her mind to something, it was nigh impossible to deter her

Alfia, her eyes still smoldering with determination, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that is true. We can set all of that aside for the future. We still don't even know how they are connected totally. We'll have to keep an eye on her."

Zald chuckled again, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room with a sense of camaraderie. "Hahaha. True, but a great man must have a great appetite. Bell might be the one chasing girls."

Alfia's gaze softened, her eyes momentarily revealing a touch of fondness. Her voice, however, remained unwavering in its resolve. "While I agree with that sentiment, that does not mean I will allow just any love-starved hyena to be near my nephew. If Bell is truly set on his path, then he aims to be the greatest man ever. So I expect women to flock to him. However, they will have to prove themselves to me first."

Erebus, his gaze steady as he addressed the important matter at hand. "Okay. Okay. Moving on. We had a lot of paperwork to fill out and need to set up a place for our familia."

Zald, nodded in response. "Right. I'll get right on that. Where are you thinking of settling down? Anywhere specific?"

Erebus, always a step ahead, interjected with a hint of smug satisfaction. "Ah, leave that to me. I have already found the perfect location, and with the initial funds Alfia got, I hired the Gobinu's familia to start building it already. They said it should take a week for everything to be done."

Zald, pragmatic as always, offered his perspective, a reassuring presence in the planning process. "Well, it's a start."

Erebus's voice was firm, the determination in his words carrying the weight of their shared goal. "It will do until we can get settled and established. Then we can move to a better home."

And so the rise of a new legend begin.