The shop exuded an air of opulence, with intricately carved wooden shelves displaying an assortment of gemstones, each one gleaming with an inner fire. Behind the counter, the man's hands moved with practiced precision, deftly handling instruments of various sizes and shapes; his brow furrowed in concentration, his cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment as he inspected each gemstone under the bright light of a magnifying lens. The focused scrutiny revealed the depth and clarity of the various stones laid upon the table, his keen eye distinguishing even the most minute flaws.

She stood nearby, a picture of serene composure, her gaze unwavering as she observed the meticulous process — her lips curved into a patient smile, recognizing the diligence required in such an endeavor; the man's proficiency was evident, his knowledge of the trade apparent in the way he manipulated the tools of trade.

As he worked, Shizuna allowed her eyes to wander the elegant confines of the shop. It was a space adorned with craftsmanship; delicate chandeliers bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, casting dancing reflections upon the polished marble floors; the shelves, carved with intricate patterns, held gemstones of various sizes and colors, arranged in meticulous order. A few patrons moved about, their hushed conversations blending with the tinkling of fine crystal.

Among them, a paltry few emanated an aura that betrayed their divine lineage; Gods and Goddesses, distinguished by their ethereal aura, regarded the gems with discerning eyes — their presence subtly commanding respect from the other customers. Shizuna's own appearance and noble bearing did not go unnoticed, earning her a few sidelong glances from those aware of the refined air that clung to her every move; her demeanor exuded a quiet confidence — a regal grace that drew fleeting interest from both mortals and divinities alike.

Of course, not all of those glances held the same measure of decorum; a handful were tinged with an undertone of impertinence, eyes lingering just a shade too long — their appraisal of both her weapons and her form bordering on insolence. Shizuna, however, navigated the sea of gazes with practiced ease; her posture remained unruffled, her gaze never faltering, a testament to the composed poise she wore as if it were an impenetrable suit of armor. She maintained her serene facade, choosing to subtly shift her stance, angling herself towards a section of the display. It was a calculated movement, executed with the grace of one accustomed to navigating similar situations. Her eyes — sharp as the edge of her blade — never wavered from the merchandise as she proceeded to conceal her weapon from view, yet the corners of her senses remained attuned to the more prying stares.

'Hmm... shouldn't have taken the hood down.'

'Did you say something, Commander?'

'No, it's nothing,' the Guardian's responded with an inner voice that resonated with a touch of self-chiding. 'Just a passing thought...'

A soft clearing of the man's throat drew Shizuna's attention back to the examination; his eyes, still fixed on the gemstones, flickered towards her momentarily, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he met her gaze. It was a fleeting moment of self-consciousness, one that was quickly masked by the confidence of a seasoned merchant.

"Apologies for the wait, my Lady; I have concluded my assessment." He began, his voice respectful yet tinged with a hint of trepidation, "These gemstones are truly exceptional. The quality, the brilliance... they are truly a rarity even in this city. I dare say that they are unlike anything I've ever seen!"

A polite nod from Shizuna acknowledged his observation. She appreciated the merchant's willingness to accommodate her, yet she knew the true value of these stones; the jewels she possessed were not mere trinkets plucked from the earth. They hailed from the far reaches of the universe, each one a unique testament to the myriad of worlds she had traversed in the past; every single one of them held a story — unique in its hue and composition — their rarity far exceeded the usual fare found in a realm such as this one.

The man proceeded to arrange the gemstones on a velvet-lined tray, each one positioned with deliberate care. His hands moved with an almost reverent precision, as if handling delicate artifacts of untold value — a testament to his reverence for his craft; the gemstones glittered in response to the caress of the soft light, their vibrant hues dancing in a mesmerizing display.

"Considering the quality of these gemstones, I am prepared to offer you two hundred and ten thousand valis." He ventured, his tone a delicate blend of confidence and deference, a tentative note underlying his words.

"Your offer is... appreciated, good Sir," Shizuna's smile remained unperturbed, her response measured. "However, I must inquire if the price could not be set a touch higher?"

The man hesitated, his eyes flitting between the Guardian and the precious stones; he cleared his throat once more, composing himself — the knowledge that he was negotiating with a young woman of discerning taste and an implicit understanding of the stones' worth was not lost on him. He took a moment, running his fingers across his meticulously maintained mustache — the gesture an outward manifestation of his contemplation...

"My Lady, I understand the value that you place on these remarkable pieces," his voice held a note of sincerity, each word carefully chosen. "And I must admit, I have not seen gemstones of this caliber in quite some time." He conceded with a tentative smile, his eyes glancing towards one of the four Ruins Amethysts — a few among many — that she had brought to this trade. "For you, I would be willing to revise my offer; two hundred and fifty thousand valis."

Shizuna regarded him with a thoughtful gaze. It wouldn't be wrong to say that she had anticipated this negotiation, well aware that the initial offer was but a starting point in the intricate dance of bargaining; the man had discerned the uniqueness of her collection, and she was inclined to respect his acumen in the trade. Nonetheless, she couldn't ignore the echo of certainty that resounded in her mind, affirming that these gemstones held a worth that surpassed even the augmented offer. Her lips curved into a serene smile, revealing neither triumph nor disappointment; it was an art she had perfected over the years, the delicate interplay of negotiation — a ballet of words and expressions, a performance she had mastered through countless encounters during the time she spent in the fleet.

"I must express my gratitude for your consideration," she began, her tone gracious. "But I believe these gemstones are quite unique compared to what is commonly available. I would propose five hundred thousand valis as a fair valuation."

Five hundred thousand, and that was her being generous. Considering their origin, it wouldn't be wrong to say that they are 'one of a kind' — even if she possessed hundreds of the same objects hidden within the storage device back on her ship; she could even argue that a million valis would be a much more reasonable price for every pieces she had available for him... though it is not like anyone would know about all that little tidbits of information.

"Five hundred thou-" He nearly choked on his own breath, his mouth agape with astonishment; he proceeded to swallow, composing himself with a visible effort — his fingers drummed lightly on the counter. "My Lady, you certainly drive a hard bargain. I will admit that I cannot, in good conscience, dispute the uniqueness and quality of these gemstones." His gaze flicked back to the tray, his eyes lingering on the stones as if entranced by their luminous allure. "However, five hundred thousand valis is still a substantial sum, even for such exceptional pieces. I must request your understanding in this matter..."

"I appreciate your candor, good Sir," Shizuna's voice held a gentle grace, her words a soothing balm. "Nonetheless, your offer, while indeed considerable, does not quite meet the valuation that I hold for these gemstones. I must stress that their rarity is not to be underestimated, and as such, I must stand firm in my assessment."

"That is... very well, my Lady," he replied after what felt like an eternity of contemplation, his gaze meeting her own with a solemn nod. "I find your evaluation to be on the higher end of the spectrum, but I do not doubt the exceptional nature of these gemstones. I am willing to meet you halfway; three hundred and fifty thousand valis."

"Your understanding and willingness to negotiate are greatly appreciated..." The man let out a soft exhale, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly in acknowledgment of what he thought might be the end of their deliberations. "Regardless, I find myself in a position where I must hold firm in my assessment." Shizuna's words were delivered with a measured grace, her voice as steady as a mountain stream; she maintained a smile that spoke of unyielding determination — her gaze, unwavering, held a depth of resolve that spoke volumes. "Of course, should we failed to reach a compromise, then I am quite certain that I will be able to find another home where these jewels will truly be appreciated for the treasures that they are."

The man's eyes widened ever so slightly, a subtle flinch betraying his surprise. It was clear that he hadn't expected her to reject his offer without so... bluntly, without much of a consideration; his brows furrowed as he regarded her, a silent struggle visible within his eyes. The Guardian knew that he recognized the conviction in her voice — the unwavering belief in the singular worth of her gemstones; the sum she proposed was significant, their price a testament to the exceptional nature of the stones. He glanced at the array of gems, each one pulsating with a singular vibrancy... and after a lingering pause, the man nodded slowly, a blend of respect and acquiescence in his gaze.

"Very well, my Lady; your discernment is most commendable, and I cannot help but find myself agreeing with your assessment. Five hundred thousand valis it shall be." His declaration was accompanied with a sigh, his voice carrying a tone of finality; the man carefully jotted down the details of their transaction, the writing implement gliding smoothly across the parchment before he completed the paperwork with a small flourish — the agreement sealed with a wax stamp that bore the emblem of his shop. "I can offer you the full amount in coinage if you so desire. Would that be acceptable? Or would you prefer a check instead?"

"If it is possible, I would like to have fifty thousand valis in coins and the rest in the form of a check, please." Her response was both gracious and precise, her preference stated with the refined elegance of one accustomed to such transactions.

"As you wish, my Lady." The man's tone held a note of respect, his fingers deftly counting out the coins before placing them in a small velvet pouch; he proceeded to prepare the check, filling it out with meticulous care.

'A check, Ma'am?'

'Mhmm... it's not like we could carry all five hundred on our person without drawing undue attention... not to mention, I'm fairly certain that we would end up spending a considerable time in this city.' She watched as the man proceeded to fold the parchment with precision, the edges aligned perfectly — its surface smooth, a testament to the practiced hands that had executed the task; the ink on the check was a deep, rich black — the merchant's script elegantly flowing across the surface. 'On that note, perhaps it would be best if we are to open an account? I heard that the Guild also operate as a banking institution in this world... then again, doing so might result in further scrutiny...'

'... this is my personal opinion, but while it would certainly be better for us to keep our... involvement, as discreet as possible, I believe such interaction with the local financial system may be in our best interest; it will provide us with a degree of credibility, and allow us to navigate this world more effectively in the long run.'

A soft whirr emanated from the corner of her vision, allowing Shizuna to locate the presence of a familiar device; it was a simple signal they had agreed upon beforehand — the soft, imperceptible beep that followed indicating Skye's agreement with the AI's proposal.

'I suppose; it is a matter worth deliberating, at the very least...'

Once the transaction was complete, he extended the pouch and the check towards Shizuna with a bow, his demeanor reflecting a blend of professional courtesy and deferential gratitude; she accepted the offerings with a graceful incline of her head, acknowledging the conclusion of their business arrangement. The pouch of coins felt pleasantly heavy in her hand, the clinking of metal against metal a soothing lullaby to her ears; she secured it at her waist, its soft leather caressing her fingers as she delicately fastened it to her belt. The check — on the other hand — was tucked away in the small pocket concealed within the folds of her dress.

With a final nod of gratitude, she took her leave from the establishment, her movements unhurried yet purposeful; the door swung open, revealing the bustling city beyond — a realm of contrasts, where opulence gave way to the vibrancy of the streets... and as Shizuna emerged from the gemstone emporium, the city sprawled before her in a conflation of sights and sounds. The cobblestone streets wound through the heart of the city like veins of polished granite — their surfaces gleaming under the radiant rays of the sun. Buildings of various heights and architectural styles jutted skyward, their facades adorned with intricate carvings and colorful banners that fluttered in the gentle breeze. Vibrant market stalls lined the thoroughfares, their canopies an explosion of hues — showcasing wares ranging from sumptuous silks to gleaming jewelry — while the clamor of commerce intermingled with snippets of conversation, creating a symphony of activity that reverberated through the air.

Nonetheless, she could detect a subtle undercurrent of tension amidst the hustle and bustle — an imperceptible thrum beneath the vivacious surface; it coursed through the atmosphere like a current of unspoken apprehension. She observed the passersby, their gazes flicking warily towards alleyways and rooftops, as if expecting some unseen threat to materialize — a fleeting glance exchanged between strangers, the quickening of footsteps, the occasional hesitant pause; all of them the telltale signs of a city on edge.

'Something on your mind, Commander?' The AI's voice rippled through Shizuna's mind once more — a subtle intrusion that pulled the Guardian from her observation of the city's pulse.

'Ah... I'm merely thinking about what Mr. Warren had said.' Her lips curved into a faint smile, her inner thoughts laced with a hint of contemplation — the response carried within the silence of her mind. 'The situation is not as... bad, as I had imagined it to be. Of course, I will not deny the fact that for such situation to persist even after so long is a concern in and of itself. Still...'

'... yes?'

'Hmm... no, it's nothing you should trouble yourself with... for now, at least.' Her gaze drifted upward, drawn to the pinnacle of the lone tower that stood sentinel in the center of Orario; its stone facade, weathered by time, stretched toward the sky — an imposing figure amidst the city's architecture. 'There's something I'd like to confirm, although I do not believe the present moment to be the most opportune time for such inquiries.' She inhaled deeply with a smile still on her face, drawing in the scent of the city — a blend of perfumes, roasting meats, and the earthy aroma of aged wood; her thoughts swirled with a controlled intensity, her internal musings a dance of meticulous deliberation as she turned her attention back to the streets that lay before her. 'Well, no matter... the Hearty Cauldron is located to the southwest, is it not?'

'It is more of a south of west; around seven kilometers away from our position — approximately a one and a half hour normal walking distance — though unfortunately, both me and Skye are not privy to the exact location of the inn.'

'Oh, it's fine; we can simply ask around should it become necessary... not that I think it will ever come to that.' Shizuna spoke inwardly, her thoughts aligned with the path she intended to take; the Guardian resumed her measured stride, navigating the crowded streets with an air of calm determination.

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Her fingers caressed the delicate stem of the crystal wine glass, its cool surface a subtle contrast to the warmth of her skin. The crimson liquid within swirled gently — its hue reflecting the soft, golden light that bathed the room. It was a vintage worthy of its place in her opulent chambers, procured from the finest vineyards across realms; the fragrance, a heady bouquet of dark berries and aged oak, teased her senses with every delicate sip.

Silk draperies, woven with threads of moonlight, hung like cascading waterfalls from the ceiling to the floor; their hue shifted with every subtle shift in the ambient illumination — a dance of silver and sapphire that seemed to capture the very essence of nightfall. Golden candelabras adorned the walls, their flames casting flickering shadows that played across the intricate tapestries depicting scenes of passion and desire; the air bore a faint trace of sandalwood, a scent that mingled with the earthy undertones of aged parchment — the tomes that lined the shelves, filled with forgotten tales and knowledges. Furnitures carved from the heartwood of ancient trees stood as silent sentinels in the room. Each piece was a testament to the skill of the artisans who had shaped them, every curve and contour an ode to the goddess's own affinity for beauty; a chaise lounge, draped in velvety burgundy, beckoned invitingly near the tall, arched windows, revealing a panoramic view of the city below...

'Exquisite...'

There is no other word that she could use to describe the captivating sight that had graced her vision — every detail, every nuance, every facet of the soul had been laid bare before her in an intricate tapestry of luminous threads. The young woman — clad in regal attire — had stood amidst the swirl of the city like a gem of unparalleled radiance; she seemed to possess an aura that set her apart from the throngs of mortals, her form a delicate masterpiece, each line and curve a testament to the artistry of life itself.

Freya's gaze remained fixated on the figure as it moved, her eyes — as enchanting as the starry night sky — shimmered with an intense curiosity. From her vantage point on top of the tower, she could perceive the ebb and flow of the lives that coursed through the city's streets — a river of souls entwined in a delicate ballet of existence... and yet, it was this particular soul that drew her attention like a moth to a flame.

The young woman's soul was unlike any she had ever encountered in her immortal existence. It pulsed with an otherworldly resonance akin to the heartbeat of a star, an ethereal melody that reverberated through the very fabric of existence; its core held a purity that seemed to transcend the earthly plane, radiating a brilliance that defied mortal comprehension. Myriad of colors shifted and swirled within, a kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences that wove together in a mesmerizing dance — love, loss, triumph, and resilience all blended seamlessly into a breathtaking symphony.

It wouldn't be wrong to say that she sensed a certain familiarity, an echo of ancient knowledge that seemed to hum within the very essence of her own soul — it was as if this young woman bore the weight of countless ages, yet wore it with the elegance of a queen. The core was shrouded in shades of cerulean, the color projecting a number of celestial realms that the young woman had traversed — patches of crimson hinting at battles waged and victories won; threads of gold intertwined with emerald green as they swayed around its beautiful form — the combination revealing a deep connection with nature — while streaks of purple spoke of wisdom forged through time.

Her eyes gleamed with an intensity that bordered on the fervent, her lips curled into a subtle smile — a mixture of admiration and fascination playing across her features...

This soul was a rare gem, a jewel that sparkled amidst the vast expanse of the mortal souls. It contained an amalgamation of colors that painted a portrait of a life both extraordinary and deeply... human; the joy and the pain, the love and the loss, all melded together, creating a duality that only added to its mystique... and yet, as her gaze lingered on the soul, she couldn't help but notice the presence of the darker threads, acting like shadows that danced along the edges. Rather than marring the soul's brilliance, these tendrils served as poignant brushstrokes in an intricate masterpiece — the scars of a life lived with unyielding strength. Each and every single one of them signified a moment of hardship, a trial faced with unwavering fortitude; they were the wounds that had healed yet left behind them mark of resilience — a testament to the young woman's unbreakable spirit.

'Such a shame... if only she had been a man instead.' The thought echoed through Freya's mind, a wistful regret that briefly clouded the radiance of her eyes. She watched as the young woman disappeared into a building, her regal presence fading from view. 'It seems that fate has yet to allow me that elusive encounter with my Óðr...'

Her thoughts swirled like a tempest within her, a storm of longing and unfulfilled desire; the room, once a sanctuary of splendor, now seemed to echo with the haunting emptiness of her solitary existence — the wine glass lay untouched, its contents forgotten amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions that surged through her immortal heart. Freya found herself drawn back to the view outside, her gaze fixated on the spot where the young woman had vanished from sight; her fingers idly traced patterns on the crystal stem, the cool surface offering a fleeting comfort against the searing ache that pulsed within her — a rueful smile played upon her lips, a bitter-sweet acknowledgment of the cruel twist of fate that had led her to this moment. She, the Goddess who held dominion over love and beauty, was forever denied the one thing she craved above all else — her Óðr, the one meant to complete her very being. It was a cruel irony, a cosmic jest that echoed through the annals of her existence.

Still...

'How did she know?' The question gnawed at the edges of her thoughts, a riddle wrapped in the enigma of the young woman's knowing gaze.

Even high level adventurers should not be able to discern the extent of her scrutiny, let alone perceive the very moment her gaze alighted upon them; in the entirety of Orario, only a few had been capable of such feat — her Familia's Captain being one of them — and even they would not be able to sense her gaze from such a distance in such a short amount of time... yet this one mortal... she had known. Known the exact moment Freya's gaze had locked onto her, and she had done so effortlessly. It was a puzzle — a conundrum that tugged at the fringes of her curiosity.

Her mind raced through the possibilities, each one a labyrinthine path of speculation. The way the young woman held her gaze — unaffected by her charm — as if challenging her to peer into the very core of her being... it was a daring invitation if she had ever seen one, an act that stirred something primal within her — a flicker of fascination that mingled with a twinge of exhilaration. There was no denying that the young woman was a mystery, and as with all mysteries...

"Ottar..." She proceeded to stand and lean against the tall window, the name of her most trusted warrior ringing through the quiet chamber; her eyes, pools of endless night, held a burning intensity — the air itself seemed to hum with the weight of her contemplation.

"Lady Freya..." Came a deep, rumbling voice, reverent and laden with an unspoken desire to serve; his muscular frame emerged from the shadows, his presence exuding a palpable aura of strength and loyalty.

"Be a dear and help me out, would you?"

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Deep beneath the resplendent halls of the Pantheon, veiled in shadow and silence, lay the Room of Prayer. This subterranean chamber was stark, illuminated only by the handful of torches that lay scattered all across the chamber — their flickering flames casting dancing shadows that seemed to play out an eternal pantomime, their feeble glow barely piercing the pervasive gloom.

The walls bore no embellishments... no grandeur, only the stark simplicity befitting its purpose. This underground sanctuary, hidden away from the opulence above, held within it an aura of quiet reverence — a sanctum untouched by the frivolities of the world beyond. Shadows clung to the crevices and alcoves, shrouding the chamber in an ethereal embrace; the air was heavy with a sense of ancient and divine power, as if the very stones themselves bore witness to the eons that had passed within their silent confines — threads of yellow can be seen dancing around the room every now and then, casting fleeting patterns of light upon the rugged walls...

"I see... if they insist on remaining adamant about the entire situation, then I suppose we have little choice but to leave the problem as it is." An imposing yet wizened man sat upon the unassuming throne at the center of the underground chamber; his eyes, pools of azure, held a serene wisdom that seemed to span the ages. "Still, we can't afford to ignore the implications of this... incident. It would certainly be far better for us to take some precautions of our own."

"True; even the old man agreed to do the same..."

"... is that so?" The stoic figure, draped in a white robe and a hooded cloak of deepest black, leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on his the 'messenger' who stood before him. "And what of your investigation regarding the north?"

"Oh, you know it is..." He leaned nonchalantly against one of the torch sconces, his eyes meeting the God's gaze with an easygoing smile; his eyes, twinkling with mischief, betrayed the deeper intellect that lurked beneath his casual facade. "Investigation can be such a tricky affair... it was filled with twists and turns, you see? Lots of mystery, not so much clarity..."

"... I have no time for your games and antics, Hermes." The voice that came out from the man's lips was measured, his patience like the steady flow of a river; he exuded an air of calm authority, his ageless visage reflecting the centuries of watchful vigilance — the flickering torches casting shadows that accentuated the wisdom etched onto his features. "Do not mistake my inquiry for idle curiosity; this matter are not to be treated lightly."

"Idle curiosity? Perish the thought!" Hermes straightened, feigning an air of innocence. "I knew you'll want to know the details of our little foray into the north... and worry not, Ouranos, for I had never intended to keep you in the dark to begin with." His fingers played idly with the rim of his hat, the feather plumes swaying in rhythm with his playful gestures. "Still, quite the enigmatic place, the Dragon Valley that is, if I do say so myself..." Hermes's voice danced with an undertone of sly amusement, his eyes gleaming with a shrewd glint. "Never thought there would come a day when I'd end up visiting that god-forsaken place along with my Familia."

Ouranos regarded Hermes with a steady gaze, unmoved by the God's attempts at levity; the torches' glow seemed to waver slightly as if in sync with the ebb and flow of their conversation — his white hair framed his face, a crown of wisdom that spoke of eons spent in quiet contemplation.

"Well," The Divine Messenger continued after a beat, his features set in an expression of mock exasperation. "It wasn't exactly a leisurely stroll in the woods, you know? We didn't delve too deep, staying to the outskirts, as venturing too far would most likely draw the attention of that oversized, one-eyed menace. Oh, don't get me wrong... I'd love nothing more than to see the Black Dragon with my own eyes, but I'd rather do it on my own terms, thank you very much."

"A prudent decision..." Ouranos inclined his head slightly, acknowledging Hermes's point with a thoughtful nod. "The Dragon Valley is not a place to be taken lightly, even by the most skilled adventurers."

"I know, right? And speaking of... it appeared that ol' Heimdallr almost ended up blowing that second horn of his. Can you imagine the kind of disaster that would've been?" Hermes grinned, the playful glint returning to his eyes. "As for the Dragon itself, well, our friends from Heimdallr Familia had their own insights to offer. They seem to believe it's been engaging in some rather... shall we say, a less than friendly encounter." He paused for a brief moment, his gaze fixing on a point beyond the torchlit chamber, as if recalling the words of the adventurers. "Against what, they couldn't say, but it is likely that our esteemed Dragon has not been resting easy. There were signs of ferocious battles in several different areas, but as to the exact nature of its adversary... well... that remains a mystery, though Ebonwraith seems to think that the beast was fighting against a person instead of its fellow monster."

"Ebonwraith… I was not aware that Ereshkigal had sent her representative as well."

"Hmm? Oh, no… her Familia had been passing through the area by chance, so she decided to take the opportunity to investigate." Hermes continued with a casual wave of his hand. "Even said that she'll help keep an eye on things for a while. Still, you know what this means, right?"

"Indeed… if what she said is true, then there is a mortal capable of clashing with the Black Dragon. Such feat raises questions of its own." Ouranos mused, his gaze shifting towards the shadows that clung to the chamber's edges, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. "It was something that could be considered as both fortunate and unfortunate, depending on how one looks at it. Fortunate, for it may indicate a force capable of ending the last of the Three Great Quest. Unfortunate, as it brings to light a potential threat to the delicate balance of not just Orario, but the entire Genkai."

"I think we both know that the benefit of having one such individual would far outweigh the risks." The Divine Messenger interjected, his eyes glittering with an intensity that belied his relaxed demeanor. "The existence of a hero capable of taking down the One Eyed Black Dragon... it's been a long time coming, don't you think?"

"A lofty goal, but one that may also bring about unforeseen consequences... we must proceed with caution."

"The wheels are already set in motion," Hermes' voice held a note of gravitas that cut through the air, his arm extended as he gestured towards the invisible machinations of fate. "Now it's only a matter of seeing how the pieces fall into place."

"... very well," the Primordial Deity leaned back in his throne, a hint of satisfaction — so small that it was almost imperceptible — gracing his features. "I trust that you will continue to handle this matter with the discretion it deserves."

"But of course~!" Hermes, with a flourish of his hand, removed his hat and offered a mock bow, his gaze never leaving the Supreme God before him; his unruly mop of blonde hair seemed to defy gravity as he straightened, the feathered plumes of his hat dipping with the motion. "So? What are you going to do, oh wise and ancient one?"

"You may find amusement in your jests, Hermes, but remember that we stand at the precipice of uncertain times. It would do you well not to underestimate the gravity of our current situation." Ouranos regarded Hermes with a measured gaze, the twitch at the corner of his lips betraying the trace of amusement that danced in his eyes. "Nonetheless, it would be... unwise, for you to act solely on your own accord. Everyone must be made aware of the situation... and just as we had planned, I will send a message to every familia within Orario, apprising them of the emergency Denatus that will transpire next week."

"Oh? Does that include the masses?"

"That decision will be left for after the Denatus." The Ancient God's tone shifted to one of solemnity, his gaze as unyielding as the bedrock beneath the city. "I will not interfere with whatever course of action you and all of our fellow Gods deem necessary; however, I will arrange a meeting with Thoth and ensure that he is briefed on the matter. It would be best for us to hold off on spreading the news to the general population until the Denatus has reached its conclusion."

"Sure," Hermes gave a nonchalant shrug in response, his expression maintaining its casual facade even as he took in the gravity of the situation. "Anyway~ If there's nothing else, then I should be on my way. There are several more delieveries that I must attend to."

As the Divine Messenger turned to leave, a subtle change overcame Ouranos; his piercing blue eyes — once calm and observant — now bore a subtle glint of suspicion. He watched Hermes' departure with a new level of scrutiny, as if he could sense something amiss beneath the God's affable exterior. Unspoken thoughts flitted across Ouranos' mind, suspicions lingering in the air like a dormant storm, ready to unleash its tempest. Hermes, for his part, remained unperturbed by the lingering gaze; the Divine Messenger ended up making his exit with an easy grace, his steps echoing in the chamber's quiet embrace.

Ouranos remained seated in contemplation, his thoughts weaving through the information that had been presented to him. There was an underlying current of uncertainty, a sense that unseen forces were at play, and that Hermes held a deeper understanding than he let on... and as the door swung shut behind Hermes, the Room of Prayer settled back into its silent sanctity, the flickering torches casting their wavering light on the rugged walls.

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"... Fels." The Supreme God called out, his voice resonating with a command that cut through the stillness.

In response to the summons, a figure emerged from the shadows, their form enshrouded in a cloak that seemed to meld seamlessly with the darkness. They stepped forward, their presence an embodiment of shadow and silence; their eyes — hidden in pools of bottomless darkness — met the Primordial Deity's gaze with an unwavering intensity.

"... what is it, Ouranos?"

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The inn's interior was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and a hint of firewood from the hearth; its flames danced with a soft, golden glow, casting flickering shadows upon the polished floorboards. The walls — adorned with tapestries depicting pastoral scenes — added a touch of rustic charm to the space, their colors muted by the passage of time. Heavy wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, bearing the weight of the floors above with a sturdy grace. The furniture — though well-crafted — bore the gentle wear of countless patrons, each mark a testament to the inn's long history; plush cushions lined the wooden benches, offering a comfortable respite for weary travelers.

"-sand and two hundred valis for a single day. We'll provide breakfast and dinner, as well as fresh linens for your room." The innkeeper rumbled, his voice a deep baritone that resonated through the room — courteous yet tinged with a subtle hint of nervousness; he stood behind the counter, a burly figure with weathered hands and a grizzled beard that concealed most of his features. "Each of our room comes with their own private bath, though ah... there's a... there's a hot spring, not to far to the east if you'd prefer a more... communal experience."

Shizuna regarded the innkeeper with a calm poise, her eyes a serene pool of violet as she took in every detail of the inn's interior for the second time. She proceeded to reach into the folds of her dress, withdrawing a small pouch embroidered with fine silver thread; delicate fingers loosened the drawstring, revealing an assortment of golden coins, each one gleaming softly in the warm light.

"Here are twenty-five thousand valis for two weeks." She spoke in a voice that held a melodic quality, her tone laced with a gentle formality; the coins clinked gently as she set them on the counter, arranging them with a precise, practiced hand. "Keep the change, please... consider it a token of appreciation for your hospitality."

"M-Miss, this is... far too kind of you," the innkeeper's eyes widened at the sight of the generous sum, his weathered features breaking into a grateful smile; he fumbled for words, clearly taken aback by Shizuna's generous gesture. "We're honored to have such a gracious guest. I-I assure you, your room will be the finest we have."

"I am truly grateful for your kind words; however, such thing will not be necessary." Her words held a soft, apologetic note as she inclined her head, her gaze unwavering yet gentle. "I appreciate your offer, but I find myself with pressing matters to attend to, and I fear I that I may not be returning for the day."

"Ah," the man's smile faltered for a brief moment — disappointment flickering across his features — though he quickly masked it with a nod of understanding. "Of course, Miss. I'll tell the staff to prepare your room for your return, er... whenever that may be. Please, do not hesitate to ask If there is anything you require; we are at your service."

"You have my gratitude, good Sir; I will keep that in mind..." Shizuna replied with a gentle smile — her lips curving in a serene arc that held a hint of elegance. "You have been most accommodating; for now, please, accept my thanks for your time and hospitality." She inclined her head once more, a simple gesture of respect that seemed almost regal in its execution; with that, the Guardian turned gracefully on her heel, her steps measured and purposeful as she made her way towards the inn's entrance.

As she stepped out into the fading light of day, a cool breeze caressed her cheeks, carrying with it the faint scent of a distant forest. The inn's quaint exterior nestled comfortably among the buildings that lined the cobblestone street, their facades painted in warm earthy tones; to her left, a wooden sign swung gently in the breeze, bearing the inn's name in elegant calligraphy. The hustle and bustle of the city's late afternoon activities hummed around her — a symphony of distant voices and echoing footsteps.

'If I may, Ma'am?'

'Hmm?' Shizuna adjusted her stance, angling her body in a way that would allow her to maneuver through the bustling city's streets with grace and ease.

'I'd like to inquire about something that has been on my mind.' Auria's voice was polite and curious, her inquiry hanging in the air like the softest note of a sonnet. 'The way you address others and your manner of speech; when did you come to learn to speak in such a way? I was not aware of anyone in the fleet who carried themselves with such... eloquence.'

'Oh? No one?' She met the question with a subtle lift of her brow, the corners of her lips hinting at a faint smile — a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. 'Are you sure about that?'

'... except... except Lady Katori?' The AI added with a hint of hesitation. 'Occasionally, that is...'

'Occasionally...' Shizuna's smile bloomed into a gentle expression, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of fondness and amusement. 'Yes... I suppose I could agree with that. Still, Hariette was the one who helped me refine my speech and taught me the... nuances, of addressing others with a certain level of formality.' Her hand reached out to prevent an elderly woman from tripping on a loose stone in the cobblestone street — her touch as light as a feather. "Pardon me," the woman offered a grateful smile, and Shizuna continued on her way with an air of unrushed purpose. 'She also educated me in the matters of courtly etiquette, as well as the intricacies of diplomacy. It proved to be quite invaluable, to say the least...'

'How so?' Auria's voice carried a note of genuine interest, her curiosity evident in the way she prompted the Guardian to share more as they proceeded towards the towering edifice of Babel; the golden hue of the late afternoon sun bathed the bustling square in a warm embrace, casting long, dappled shadows across the cobblestones.

'Let's just say that so long as the situation permits it, the Nobles of Cuento are quite meticulous when it comes to matters of etiquette and decorum...' Shizuna replied with a soft chuckle, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia; she looked towards the scene unfolding around her with a measured grace, her gaze taking in the details of the city's bustling life. 'Still... this city is surprisingly clean.' Her voice carried with it a trace of pleasant surprise, her observant eyes sweeping across the market stalls that lined the cobbled streets, each vendor offering a colorful array of wares — vibrant fabrics, intricate jewelry, and exotic trinkets that sparkled in the waning sunlight. 'It's impressive, especially considering the absence of advanced technologies. One would think it might be a daunting task.'

'Is it?' The AI echoed, her digital presence thoughtful and inquisitive. 'I believe our own cities aboard the fleet also maintains a high standard of cleanliness, not to mention that their scales is considerably larger compared to Orario.'

'Perhaps,' She conceded with gracious nod, her eyes adjusting to the change of light as she entered the towering structure; ancient vine creeped along the edges, and she couldn't help but notice the occasional curious glances directed her way. 'Regardless, the size of this city alone makes their efforts all the more impressive. It speaks volumes about the diligence and discipline of its inhabitants. Then again...'

'... yes?'

'No... it's just... wouldn't it be amusing if there is actually a god in Orario whose Familia's purpose was dedicated solely to cleaning the city?' The idea stirred a light chuckle within her, a sound that mingled with the lively symphony that reverberated through the air; her melodious voice lingers for but a brief moment before fading into nothingness — her mirth was accompanied by a subtle shake of her head, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and wonder. 'A divine janitorial service... my, even the notion sounds ridiculous...'

'A god dedicated to cleanliness? That would be... a rather unique Familia, wouldn't it?' The AI interjected with a nerveous laugh, a hint of hesitation in her synthetic voice. 'Though... if I was not mistaken-'

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*Achoo*

The sound — though muffled — still echoed throughout the small mansion, startling the stillness that had settled within its walls; the Goddess' delicate hand rose to her nose, fingers brushing against the slight tingle that remained. She blinked, momentarily startled, before a light chuckle escaped her lips — a tinkling melody that danced through the air.

"Are you okay, Lady Hygieia?" One of the many woman moved with a practiced grace through the opulent halls of the mansion, her face partially obscured by a protective mask; in one hand, she held a duster — its soft bristles poised for service — while the other held a cloth, stained with the telltale traces of a day's dedicated cleaning.

"Oh, no... it's nothing you should worry yourself with, Dear." Hygieia assured the woman with a warm smile, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze; she gracefully lowered her hand and glanced around the room, taking in the gleaming surfaces and the fresh scent that now permeated the air. "Although... I think one of my sisters may be talking about me behind my back."

"Oh? Which one?"

"Hmm... I think it's little Panacea." The Goddess remarked, her tone touched with a playful lilt. "Yep~ Definitely little Panacea~!"

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'... I see,' she could feel her eyebrows twitching ever so slightly, the corner of her lips quirking into an exasperated half-smile as Auria let out a quiet laugh — her voice a musical trill that tinkered like wind chimes on a gentle breeze. 'I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less...'

'To be fair, Hygieia is not a well-known Goddess by any means... and even back on Hitsugi's homeworld, few knew of her existence.' Auria continued her explanation, her synthetic tone holding an air of knowledge; the Guardian listened intently, the soft rustle of her dress being on of the many sounds that accompanied the AI's explanation. 'According to the historical records, she's a deity that tends to operate more in the background, overseeing matters of health and wellbeing without the fanfare or grandeur such position might typically entail.'

'Is that so?' Her tone held a mixture of curiosity and mild chagrin — a thoughtful expression gracing her features. 'I knew I should've brushed up on my knowledge regarding the lesser known deities before coming to this city.'

'I can compile a list of relevant information pertaining the Gods and Goddesses of Orario for your perusal later on, if you'd like...'

'That would be most helpful, Auria.' Her response was punctuated by a grateful smile, her demeanor remained calm even as she sensed the two familiar figures amongst the crowd; the Guardian's eyes held within it a subtle glint of amusement as she decided to ignore the pair and proceeded on her way. 'I'll make sure to read through the content after we return to the inn; thank you... '

'You're welcome, Commander.'

Shizuna's steps led her towards the colossal staircase that spiraled downwards towards the entrance of the dungeon — an imposing maw that seemed to beckon with an enticing mix of promise and peril. The chamber itself exuded a sense of ancient gravitas, its circular expanse echoing with the hushed murmurs of eager anticipation. Each step — hewn from stone — bore the marks of countless boots and the passage of ages; they were wide enough to accommodate several people side by side, and their surface had been worn smooth by the countless adventurers who had treaded this path.

Columns stood sentinel at regular intervals along the circumference of the room, their weathered surfaces bearing the weight of centuries with a silent dignity; magic lamps lined the walls, their glow casting dancing shadows that played along the stone facade. Above, an azure painting adorned the ceiling— a masterpiece that mimicked the expanse of the real sky — its depths a canvas of cerulean splendor.

The atmosphere shifted as she finished her descent; the air grew cooler, tinged with a subtle hint of earthiness — the scent of moss and stone permeated the surroundings. In the center, a ten-meter hole yawned, a direct passage into the fabled dungeon that lay beneath. It was a mouth to a realm of untold mysteries — a challenge that beckoned the daring and ambitious. She could feel a powerful current of something akin to photon emanating from its depths... and as she stood at the precipice, she couldn't help but muse in quiet contemplation; a thought flickered through her mind, unbidden yet amusing in its whimsicality.

'I suppose it is a good thing that Skye decided to stay behind at the inn.' She stole a glance towardsthe edge of the chamber, her keen eyes easily picking out the two members of Astraea Familia that had trailed them; their features were shrouded by the ebb and flow of the bustling crowd, yet their intent was clear. 'Still, those two are quite persistent, aren't they? Did we offend them in some way? Or is this merely their way of expressing their curiosity?'

She sensed a mixture of curiosity and wariness in their presence, an unspoken inquiry that hung in the air like the subtle hum of electricity. They moved with a practiced stealth, careful not to draw undue attention to themselves — for whatever good it might do in this crowd — the subtle shifts in their stance and the way they occasionally exchanged glances provided the pair with an unmistakable impression.

To the untrained eye, their actions might appear inconspicuous, but to Shizuna, the signs were glaringly evident; it was a dead giveaway, a dance that only those attuned to the subtleties of observation would detect. Nevertheless, Shizuna couldn't help but admire their dedication, even if their motives remained a mystery.

'The Astraea Familia... it seems our presence has garnered some of their attention.' Auria's voice echoed in the Guardian's mind, her synthetic tone laced with a hint of concern. 'Considering the circumstances, it may be best to avoid any unnecessary entanglements at the moment. Would it perhaps be more prudent for us to return and delve into the dungeon another day?'

'Hmm...' She contemplated her options for a few seconds, her smile growing even wider as she made her decision. 'No; that would be a waste. Besides,' her eyes shone with a predatorial gleam, the light sparkling like a blade honed to a razor's edge. 'This might serve as the perfect opportunity for us to see just how well these adventurers perform...'