A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
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All morning, she cried under the shoulders of the Irish god. The goddess, devastated by the loss of her child, couldn't come to terms with it. Miach spent the night beside her, constantly comforting her.
Naaza leaned against the wall, shaking her head in sorrow as she watched the scene.
Last night, when she saw Miach with the goddess in his arms, she was shocked. Hestia was in a terrible state; having not eaten for several days and spending all this time in grief and sorrow.
When the news of the death of the only member of her Familia, Bell Cranel, at the hands of a higher-level monster from the Guild reached her, she left in silence and was not heard from for a week. It seemed that Miach had accidentally encountered her, and now she was here.
-- Naaza left the room and went to her desk to attend to the rest of the work. Miach was still unaware of the items that adventurer had provided for them. She was beginning to think that this kind of life was pointless. Every time they tried to free themselves from one problem, another would happen.
When was the last time they smiled?
Maybe when they weren't yet indebted to Dian Cecht. However, it shouldn't be forgotten that it was the same healing god who saved her from certain death.
These troubles needed to end quickly. With the materials they had gathered, they could pay off a significant portion of their debt to Dian. But Miach didn't particularly care about this at the moment.
Don't get it wrong, Naaza herself, as a pharmacist, could handle it. But with Miach's presence, things moved faster, though he was currently busy taking care of Hestia.
While mixing some compounds in a vial, her thoughts turned to that knight. She had never seen such a strange armored person before. In fact, she had never seen any adventurer willing to waste their time on a quest. Would that person really forgo going to the dungeon for a few quests?
The more she thought about it, realized this could be a great opportunity for them. If they could just have that knight as a supporter, or even better, as a member of their Familia, they could solve many of their problems.
Naaza smiled at the idea as she finished the potion in her hand. Maybe she should discuss this with Miach.
Maybe.
But first, she should focus on paying off their debts. If she saw that knight again, she would definitely make the offer. Until then, she just hoped that the knight hadn't forgotten about them.
Outside the Blue Pharmacy, a man with a feathered hat and traveler's attire leaned against the wall, clearly unhappy with the news he had heard. Accompanying him was a woman with azure hair and a white traveler's cloak, whose glasses made her look like a strict teacher.
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The man's slouched gaze from under his hat showed his dissatisfaction with recent events. He looked deeply disappointed. Tilting his head, he said with cold, emotionless eyes; "It seems we judged too quickly. It's truly a shame for an adventure to end so soon, especially for someone so young."
"Maybe we should have transferred him to a better Familia. This could have--"
"A hero is never born this way, Asfi..." Hermes lifted his hat and stared at the morning sunrise. "Even if we gods try to create a hero with our Arcanum, the result only ends in foolish pride." Then, angrily, he slammed his hat to the ground and continued with despair, "Bell Cranel was our only hope for the birth of a new hero! But it seems he was just another miscalculation of ours!"
This was the first time Asfi had seen her god like this.
Hermes was always a calm and ordinary god, even in his defeats, but this time he was deeply frustrated by the situation.
"So, what now?"
Hermes, looking at his first member, sighed heavily, picked up his hat from the ground, and said; "Nothing, as far as I know, Bell is dead, and we have to put this hero idea aside for a while. At least until we find a suitable person."
This idea, the last hero, was originally Zeus's plan after his family's exile from Orario; A hero who would finish what he started and defeat the great one-eyed black dragon.
But now it seemed more like a dream than reality, a dream that led to the death of an innocent boy in the dungeon. A boy who could have lived peacefully in his village and stayed in his warm home. But they sacrificed him for their foolish goals.
"Damn it... How am I supposed to tell him this news? poor old Zeus will die of grief."
