"Alright, you all remaied while I gh the book," Drastructed his family, his tone firm and authoritative.

  As he flipped open the first page, he couldn't help but feel a pang of .

  'Hopefully, they don't get into trouble by looking at anyone funny,' he thought, his brow furrowed slightly.

  The guild was currently abuzz with activity, filled to the brim with adventurers, many of whom seemed to be mentally unstable.

  Draco had already observed a peculiar group, likely adventurers, simply standing by the door and watg the ings and goings.

  He reasohat they were probably on the hunt for weaker prey to follootentially rob.

  Draco couldn't help but feel that their unusual group, sisting of kids, might just be the kind of entig meal these predators were seeking.

  He could sense several curious gazes upon them, but for now, he chose to ig.

  'Even without doing anything, trouble seems to be ing our way,' he mused, his expression darkening.

  Tuning out the noise around him, Draco focused his attention on the book before him, i on finding the information they needed.

  However, he was surprised to find that the book was not as anized as he had expected.

  The rger familia’s, both active and inactive were listed first, while the minor ones came up ter in the pages.

  As he sed the pages, Draco took note of several intriguing familia’s, such as the Leto familia, who had been chased out of Orario by the Hera familia, the mysterious Set familia, and the Osiris familia.

  'If I remember correctly, Grandma Anita and Grandpa John were part of the Osiris familia,' he recalled, a faint sad smile tugging at the ers of his lips.

  Delving deeper into the book, Draco soon stumbled upon informatiarding the goddess Bahamut.

  Acc to the guild's records, she had beeered approximately four years ago.

  'Odd,' he thought, his brow furrowing once more.

  'Why then? Could it be...' He shook his head, deg not to eain any further specutions.

  'No, I should stop making weird assumptions. It might all just be a ce.' he cluded.

  As he tinued his research, Draco was troubled to discover that Bahamut had not yet created a familia during her eay in Orario.

  'If she hasn't created one in the past four years, what would make her do so now with us?' he pondered, his expression thoughtful.

  A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he finally announced, "I found who we are looking for, let's go." he announced.

  "You're finally done?" Michalis excimed, relief evident in his voibsp;

  It seemed he had been struggling to tain his boredom during Draco's research.

  "Yes, we'll be leaving now. I just o return this book," Draco replied, his gaze shifting towards the long line of people waiting.

  'No way I'm joining that,' he thought, quickly deg to bypass the queue aurn the book directly to the booth.

  However, just as he was about to approach the booth, a man stepped in his path.

  "Hey, where do you think yoing? The line is back there," the man said, his tone ced with irritation.

  "Rex, I'm just returning this and leaving," Draco responded calmly, showing the book in his hand, hoping to diffuse the situation.

  "Then wait your turn," the man insisted, his stanyielding.

  'Sigh, why do people have to act like this? Making a otion over nothing,' Draco thought, his patience wearing thin.

  The i had drawention of some people nearby, attention that Draco had been desperately trying to avoid.

  Gng at the guild employee behind the booth, he silently pleaded for her intervention.

  Fortunately, the employee quickly reized the situation aured for Drae forward.

  Ign the disgruntled man, Draco turned and began walking towards the booth, wanting to resolve the matter and swiftly depart.

  "And where do you think yoing?" the man said, reag out to grab Draco's backpack.

  Draco turned bad firmly grasped the man's hand before it reached his backpabsp;

  "Why do you have to be like this," Draco warned, his voice ced with a serious tone.

  The otion had drawention of the onlookers, and a whisper rippled through the crowd.

  "What's going on? Is there going to be a fight?" someone murmured.

  "Stupid, fighting in the guild," another person scoffed, shaking their head in disapproval.

  "Anyone know the cloaked person?" someone asked, referring to Draco.

  The man, uerred, balled his other fist, ready to strike.

  "You think you fight, huh?" he challehe onlookers fuelling his ce.

  Draco, however, did not want to escate the situation and draw more unwatention.

  He sigo his family, Cir, Michalis, Eleni, Nikoos, Dimitra, Vasileios, and Vasiliki, to refrain from intervening and leave the guild.

  Assessing the man, Draco could tell that he was around the level of an advanced Level 1 adve best.

  Draco did not want to waste his time in a mere fist fight, so he decided to use a different approach.

  eling the power he had gained from mimig the aura of the One-Eyed Bck Dragon, Draleashed the full force of his Draic Aura and directed it solely upon the man.

  This was a skill he had meticulously developed, allowing him to ma his own unique draic essence.

  The man froze in pce, overwhelmed by a strange sensation akin to slowly sinking into an icy, slimy pool, struggling to breathe as the pressure gradually stricted his lungs.

  Staring into Draco's cold, red reptilian eyes only seemed to intensify this uling experience.

  Draco released the man's hand, watg as it fell limply to his side.

  The man dropped to his knees, clutg his throat as he succumbed to the illusion of drowning.

  Without a word, Draco turned and approached the guild employee's booth.

  "Here, I will return at a ter date," he said, handing over the book he had e to return.

  The guild employee, visibly shaken by the dispy, hesitantly replied, "Uhm, thanks."

  Draco theed the guild building, where his family was waiting outside.

  No one dared to stop or front him, as they were unsure of the nature of the ability he had used to incapacitate the man.

  The onlookers were wary, unwilling to eh Dratil they uood the full extent of his powers and how to ter them.

  "Draii, are you alright?" Vasiliki asked worriedly, grasping his hand.

  "I'm fine, don't worry," Draco reassured her, giving her a ge on the head.

  "Now, let's go meet a goddess." he said.

  Gng back, Draco could sehat several people were their group, their curiosity piqued by the ret i.

  ‘Sigh, I don't like this at all,’ he thought to himself, leading his family towards their destination.

  Acc to the guild's records, the st recorded residence of the goddess Bahamut was located just oreet away from the Hephaestus Familia's western shops.

  ‘We buy new dungeon gear on our way back,’ Draused.

  The Hephaestus familia was well known within and outside the walls of Orario, renowned for their exceptional skills in smithing.

  But their prowess extended beyond the fe - they boasted a remarkable number of members who had attained levels 2 and 3, earning the title of "warrior smiths."

  As Drad his siblings made their way through the Hephaestus familia's domain, they were captivated by the array of impressive works on dispy.

  Vasileios eyes gleamed with excitement as he admired the intricate craftsmanship of a finely fed shield, while Michalis couldn't help but be drawn to the elegant curves of a masterfully crafted pair of daggers.

  "Just look at the band precision of these bdes," Michalis marvelled, wanting to go into the store and run his fingers along the edge of the daggers.

  “Sigh, we will check out some shops on our way back, so hold yourself” Draco warned.

  As they arrived at their destination, Draco could sense a peculiar draic aura emanating from within the modest, unassuming house before them.

  It was not a wild, untamed aura like that of the One-Eyed Bck Dragon, but rather a force that demanded resped reverenbsp;

  Intrigued, he decided to take a closer look, briefly surveying the property.

  The house itself was small and uious, with a yard that boasted a rge, majestic tree at its ter.

  What caught Draco's eye, however, was the curious structure that resembled a swing, suspended from one of the tree's branches.

  "Curious," Draurmured, his brow furrowed in ption.

  ‘I wonder what sort of person Bahamut might be.’ he thought.

  Gathering his nerves, Draco approached the door and knocked, feeling the impatience of his siblings behind him.

  After several attempts, a soft, yet slightly distressed voice called out.

  "Kyaa!!, Tsubaki is that you?, Quickly, e help me" the voice yelled.

  ‘Tsubaki, as in the Hephaestus familia captain?’ he wondered, but decided to enter as he heard the sound of things falling.

  Draco hesitantly opehe door and ushered his family to follow.

  As they stepped ihey were greeted by a sight that left them truly astonished, for what y before them was beyond their expectations.