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This is the 100th chapter everyone!! Never expected these short stories would make it this far.
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Alfia: *Narrowed eyes* Say... You're that waitress from the Hostess, no?
Anya: Nya's right!
Her ears perked up, and her tail swirled side to side in a gentle flow.
Alfia: So tell me, why is it that some hostess girl is sitting in front of me, beside Bell, at our dining table, in our home?
Her voice was calm, almost unnervingly so, carrying a quiet authority as she spoke with measured precision.
In the Hera Manor, Anya and Bell were sitting side by side at the dining table. Bell, dressed in his usual casual clothes sat stiffly, while beside him, Anya wore the distinguished green dress of the Hostess of Fertility, without her usual apron. Her tail flicked idly behind her, a subtle sign of restlessness, though her expression remained as carefree as ever.
Across from them sat Alfia and Meteria, both staring at the cat girl in front of them. Alfia's heterochromatic eyes were sharp, her expression unreadable, while Meteria, resting her chin on her palm, studied Anya with mild amusement.
Bell: *Sighs* Aunty, mother, it's been weeks now. Anya's my lover, please, at least try to be nice to her.
Meteria: Eh? I didn't even say anything?
She blinked, tilting her head slightly in feigned innocence as she lazily pulled her hand away from where she had been resting her chin, her tone light and playful.
Alfia: This is me trying to be nice.
Her sharp gaze flickered toward Anya, unimpressed.
Alfia: I just don't see what you see in her.
Anya: *Pout* Hey! Anya's very reliable, nya!
She placed her hands on her hips, ears twitching in defiance.
Anya: I can do many things!
Her eyes narrowed, raising a brow in skepticism as Alfia muttered under her breath-
Alfia: Really?
Her lips barely curved, a hint of dry amusement slipping through.
Alfia: Then can you say 'food in the fridge and trash in the bin' without saying 'nya' once?
Anya: *Smile* Nya nya nya nya nya nya! Fufu!
She swayed slightly, her tail flicking behind her as she giggled, clearly having fun with Alfia's challenge rather than taking it seriously.
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Danmachi Short stories
FanfictionJust a bunch of scenarios and stories for certain characters in Danmachi.
