As they stepped into the living room, the group was taken aback by the sheer chaos that filled the spabsp;

  Broken vases y scattered on the floor, books were strewn about with bits of food crumbs dotting the surface, and an array of dresses and undergarments were haphazardly scattered around the room.

  At the ter of this disorderly se was the dragon goddess herself, Bahamut, in a rather undignified position.

  Bahamut rawled out on a plush rug, frantically batting at a scurrying mouse with a slipper, her expression torted into one of absolute panibsp;

  Her immacute silver hair was disheveled, and her robes were in plete disarray.

  "Shoo, you wretched creature!" she shrieked, her voice high-pitched and ced with fear.

  "Away with you, lest I unleash my divine dragon wrath upon thy tiny form!" she bellowed, her words eg through the chaoti.

  The group stood transfixed, their jae, as they watched the goddess chase the elusive rodent around the room, knog over vases and scattering scrolls in her wake.

  Vasiliki let out a startled yelp as another mouse suddenly appeared, dartiween her feet, causio lose her band tumble towards the floor.

  Draco, however, reacted quickly, reag out and catg her before she could hit the ground.

  Bahamut, ser-focused oask, remained oblivious to the stunned onlookers.

  With a triumphant cry, she finally mao er the mouse, bringing her slipper down with a resounding thud.

  But as, her victory was short-lived, as the resilient creature evaded her grasp once more, scurrying away to the safety of a nearby bookshelf.

  "Aaah, why did I even e down to the mortal world?" she yelled, her cheeks flushed with exertion and embarrassment.

  She let out a frustrated growl, gring at the retreating form of her tiny adversary.

  "Curses!" she excimed, her voice dripping with frustration.

  "This is not the st you shall hear of this, you wretched vermin!" she decred, her determination evident in her words.

  “Ahem!!’ Draco decided to make their presenown, clearing his throat to catch Bahamut's attention.

  Turning her head away from the bookshelf, the dragon goddess met Draco's gaze, her expression immediately turning serious and stoic, a stark trast to the cute and endearing personality they had just witnessed.

  "Huh, who are you people?" Bahamut asked, her tone cold and menag.

  Taking a closer look at the dragon goddess, the group couldn't help but be captivated by her mesmeriziures.

  She had long, flowing silver hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, a small yet graceful frame, and a face that was nothing short of breathtaking.

  Her eyes were a deep, striking red with a slit in the middle, her ears were long and pointed, and a long, flexible tail coated in shimmering silver scales protruded from her lower babsp;

  Sprouting from her temples were two curved horns, and a pair of transparehereal wings were folded behind her babsp;

  Her lips were a sensuous red, and her clothing, a peculiar mix of a silver-colored swimsuit and a flowing gown, revealing her feminiures with tantalizing allure.

  Her chest was ft which would have normally been a turn off to some males but it wasn’t pletely ent.

  Draichalis, Nikoos, and Vasileios found themselves uo tear their gaze away from the dragon goddess' mesmerizing appearanbsp;

  "A real legal Loli," Draco subsciously uttered, his words earning him a sharp step on the foot from Cir even though she didn’t know what it meant.

  "Stop staring," Cir muttered angrily, her voice ced with a hint of jealousy.

  Her a earning a nod of approval from the irls.

  Snapping out of his trance, Draco quickly began introdug their group to the goddess.

  "Five us for the intrusion, Uhm Lady Bahamut. We are a group of aspiring adventurers who have e to your home seeking an audieh you," Draco began, his voice steady and respectful.

  He introduced himself and his panions - Michalis, Nikoos, Vasileios, Eleni, Dimitra, Vasiliki, and Cir - each of them waving at her as their names were called.

  Bahamut's expression remaioic as she listeo Draco's introdu, her gaze lingering on his cloak.

  "How do you know who I am?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

  "From looking through the guild records," Draco replied, his voice steady.

  'Odd,' Bahamut thought, 'why do I sense draic aura ing from him, and it is mixed with something else, but it is not divinity?' she wondered.

  "And ray tell, brings you to my home?" she asked, her tone demanding an expnation.

  Draco took a deep breath, removing his cloak and revealing his draic features, preparing to expin the reason for their visit.

  "Wait, are you by any ce, a dragon kin?" Bahamut asked, her voice ced with a hint of skepticism.

  "I believe so," Draco replied, his eyes meeting Bahamut's steadily.

  "I see. So you're the one he spoke of," Bahamut said, a sigh esg her lips.

  "Who spoke of me?" Draco asked, a perplexed expression crossing his features.

  He had a vague guess about how she knew, but it was nothing crete.

  "A friend," Bahamut replied simply.

  "Anyway, my name is Bahamut, as you tell, I am a Dragon goddess," she introduced herself with pride.

  "By the way, how long have you all been watg?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over the group.

  "From the beginning," Draco replied, and he could see that her ears were slightly red.

  He could tell that, she was a bit embarrassed by their presence.

  "Five the mess, some assaints must have broken into my house before you all arrived," Bahamut said, a smile that wasn't a smile grag her features.

  "Wait, wasn't it..." Michalis began, but Draco quickly covered his mouth, sensing the goddess's disfort.

  "I'm sorry to hear about that," Draco said, stepping forward.

  " we help you in ing up the pce?" he offered.

  Bahamut's eyes widened slightly, and Draco could see the gratitude in her expression.

  "Thank you, that will help a lot," she replied, and they quickly set to work, ing and arranging the mess that Bahamut had caused in her mouse-hunting quest.

  After making the pce more presentable, Bahamut offered them a seat.

  Draco wao resume expining their reason for ing, but Bahamut interjected.

  "I already know why you have e here, Draco," she said, her voice soft yet anding.

  "But why do I sense so much hate, rage, and sorrow ing from not only you, but your panions?" she questioned.

  Draco was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

  She had seen through them, even though it was their first meeting.

  'I guess it would be odd if we didn't harbor any hate, rage, or sorrow. I just didn’t think it was so obvious,' Draco thought, gng at his family.

  He began giving Bahamut an at of what had happeo them over the years.

  How the one-eyed bck dragon had appeared like a natural disaster aroyed their lives, leaving them with a deep-seated anger and a burning desire for revenge.

  As Draco spoke, Bahamut's expression ged, her eyes refleg the weight of their story.

  There was a heaviness in the air, a palpable sorrow that seemed to permeate the room.

  For some reason, telling Bahamut about it made Drad his family feel a bit better.

  She gave off a weird feeling that made him want to tell her everything that he had been holding back, and it didn't feel wrong or bad.

  She didn’t give the impression of being someone evil.

  He also khat the goddess before them owerful and a being, one who had witnessed tless tragedies and triumphs throughout the ages.

  Bahamut listened ily, her gaze never wavering from Draco's fabsp;

  When he had finished, she let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging ever so slightly.

  "I see," she murmured, her voice ced with a profound sadness.

  "The loss you have all endured is truly immense, and the pain you carry is palpable. I ot cim to imagihe weight of such a burden." she said.

  She paused, her eyes sweeping over the group.

  "But know this, children: the path of vengeance is a treacherous one, often leading to more suffering aru. It is a road I would not wish any of you to walk." she said.

  Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Bahamut raised a hand, sileng him.

  "Shhh, let me finish. While I ot undo the harm that has been done, I will also not deny the need for revenge. I see that it is what currently motivates you to move forward," Bahamut said, her voice carrying a weight of experiend uanding.

  She paused, surveying the group with a pensive gaze.

  "I wish to stand as the wall that will stop you all, when you go astray. Keep in mind that the end should be ohat leads to – a path of healing, true strength, and perhaps, even inner peace" She advised, her tone measured and resolute.

  The group listened ily, their expressions a mixture of expectation and uainty. Bahamut's words had struck a deep chord within them, and they were extremely eager, yet appreheo hear what more she had to say.

  "I know that you seek ao many questions, and I will share with you what I ," Bahamut tinued, her voice taking on a more determione.

  "But be warned, Draco, what lies ahead will not be easy. It will require ce, sacrifice, and a willio sometimes look beyond the fines of your own pain and rage." She stated.

  Draodded in uanding, his expression solemn and resolute.

  Looking around at the various expressions on the faces of his family, he made up his mind.

  "We are ready, Lady Bahamut. Whatever it takes, we are willing to do what is necessary to grow and right the wrongs that have been doo us." Draco replied, his voice steady and his determination palpable.

  The others nodded in agreement, their faces more resolute, their eyes burning with purpose.

  ‘It seems due to responsibility of taking care of his sibling, he didn’t stray. Sigh, those darn lizards really thrust a piece of work on me’ Bahamut thought.

  Bahamut's lips curled into a small, sad smile, a hint of sorrow visible in her expression.

  "The us begin," she said, her voice steady and sure.