"Are you Orsted?" A gentle male voice reached their ears.
Unlike before, this voice was soft but distinctly masculine.
Orsted and the others turned to see a blonde man in a feathered hat, his face kind, approaching them.
A blue-haired girl with glasses trailed behind.
"Hers-sama," Tione called out.
"Hers, what're you doing here?" Tiona asked bluntly, skipping formalities.
It was Hers, the God of ssengers, a wandering deity known for his restlessness.
"Asfi wanted to buy clothes, so as her patron god, I tagged along," Hers said with a smile.
Behind him, Asfi rolled her eyes.
'You wanted to check out Orsted and used as an excuse, you jerk,' she thought.
Tiona and the others caught the gesture, instantly seeing through Hers's lie.
They knew he was here for Orsted.
"Hers," Orsted said, nodding politely but coolly.
He didn't care for Hers.
The god was a troublemaker, stirring chaos everywhere.
In the ani, Hers was behind the Goliath, the Ishtar Familia's kidnapping of Bell, and the Xenos incident.
Orsted wanted no part of him, keeping his courtesy distant.
Hers sensed Orsted's resistance—the forced smile was too obvious.
His own smile faltered.
Trouble. First eting, and he's already wary.
Why? He'd hoped to chat and build rapport, but now he felt a headache brewing.
"Hers, co join us?" Freya called, waving from nearby.
Hers froze.
'Crap, Freya's watching.'
This just got worse. Though reluctant, he plastered on a smile and walked over.
"Hers, what brings you here?" Hestia asked, her tone dripping with disdain.
"When did you get back?" Loki added, smirking. She knew Hers's knack for mischief, only slightly less than her own.
He'd been gallivanting outside Orario—why return now, and why target the Hestia Familia?
"Asfi needed clothes, so I ca along," Hers repeated, slipping into the goddesses' conversation.
"Liar," Tiona muttered.
"Why not call him God of Lies instead of ssengers?" Tione suggested.
"I'd go further," Asfi said, adjusting her glasses.
"God of Scoundrels fits better."
"Perfect!" Tiona's eyes sparkled.
"How about God of Troublemakers?" Orsted joined in, intrigued.
"Even better," Tione agreed, grinning.
"No, no," Asfi countered, shaking her head.
Their loud banter echoed through the store, audible to everyone, including Hestia.
Hers's mouth twitched, his embarrassnt palpable.
Asfi, I'm your patron god! Do you have to roast like this? I have dignity!
"Pfft!" Hestia burst out laughing.
"Sorry, Hers, I usually hold it in, but this is too much."
"Let laugh for a minute. Even your own captain's dragging you."
Loki's grin stretched wide, nearly rivaling Apollo's.
"Oh, Hers," she chuckled.
Freya, more refined, covered her mouth, giggling softly.
Hers: "…"
As evening fell, the scene shifted.
"That's it! Bye, Freya, Hers, flat-chested Loki!" Hestia called.
"Who're you calling flat-chested, little runt?!" Loki snapped.
"Let at her—I'll crush that runt!"
"Calm down, Loki," Hers said.
"Look at , roasted by my kids all day, and I'm not mad."
"You're not the sa! She's a runt!"
"They're gone, Loki," Freya noted.
"Hmph, I'll let it slide this ti, but next ti I'll squash that runt's assets," Loki huffed.
"Ais, Tione, Tiona, Lefiya, let's go."
Hestia and Loki departed with their Familias, leaving only Hers and Freya.
"I'll head back, Freya," Hers said, sensing trouble and eager to slip away.
"Wait, Hers," Freya smiled and added.
"It's been a while. Let's find a place to catch up."
"Can I say no?"
"Of course not."
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