Whemosphere had settled down, Bahamut spoke up once again.

  "I trust that you all won't talk about this to anyone else. Just keep what you have learo heart and know that the reason you go to the dungeon is not to only acquire strength for your reve to also save the world," she said, her expression serious.

  Everyone heir heads in uanding, besides Drabsp;

  They could all subtly glean into Bahamut's iions.

  "Alright, enough about such depressing topics. So, Draco, what's for dihose 'what's it's called' - ah, Shawarma you made for lunch tasted great," she said, her aura and expression quickly ging.

  "Sigh, I could try making some curry," Draco replied.

  "Yay, curry! What type? Is it beef, chi, po..pork, f….fi…fish, shrim….o?" Eleni pressed, her voice stuttering the further she mentiohings she didn't want.

  "Whatever is avaible i," Draco replied, his voice betraying a hint of exasperation.

  "Please, let it be chi!" Nikoos chimed in, g his hands together in a pleadiure.

  "If there aren't any, I'll even go out and buy some." he offered.

  "No, how about a seafood mix?" Cir suggested, a thoughtful expression on her fabsp;

  "That would be a new and iing experience." she said.

  “What’s with you and seafood, is it a tiger thing or something else” Dimitra mentioned, earning her a gre from Cir.

  "Hehe, what about mixing everything together?" Vasileios proposed, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous gleam.

  The room immediately fell silent as everyone gred at Vasileios as if he was some alieure.

  Draco, sensing an impending argument, simply walked away, heading towards the kit.

  He po use whatever was avaible, not intending to spend a dime more as he was already annoyed with their earnings for the day.

  "What? It's not a bad idea! Everybody gets what they want, right?" Vasileios protested, his brow furrowed in fusion.

  "You know, I'm starting to figure you out," Nikoos said, his voice tinged with a thoughtful tone.

  "What do you mean by that?" Vasileios questioned, his defensive posture evident.

  "I mean, you're a pretty chill brother and all, but your solution to everything seems to be aimed at pleasing everyone, almost like you ck a true opinion," Nikoos expined, his words measured and deliberate.

  "Hmm, that is kind of true," Michalis chimed in, nodding in agreement.

  "I-I'm not a suck-up!" Vasileios stammered, struggling to defend himself.

  "I just hate seeing you all argue!" he said.

  "If you'd put more thought into your idea, you'd realize that with your solution, everyone would also end up with things they don't want in the meal," Cir interjected, her brow furrowed in disapproval.

  "That's true. It's not like Draii would make different batches of curry for each of us," Eleni added, her expression thoughtful.

  Sensing an opportunity to needle Vasileios, Vasiliki leaned in from behind, whispering into his ear, "Suck-up, suck-up," punctuating each word with an annoying poke to his side.

  Bahamut observed the se, her lips curling into an amused smile as Vasileios' face reddehe anger within him bubbling to the surface.

  “Alright, what’s wrong with being a suck up, everyoo be happy so what wrong” Vasileiued.

  “Then what about you, are you happy?” Nikoos asked, a question which hit a chord within him.

  "Enough! Why are you all suddenly ganging up on me. You all don't really care what I think, and often ignore me anyway!" Vasileios shouted, his voice ced with frustration, before st out of the room.

  "Why are you all being so mean to Vasileios?" Dimitra questioned, her brow furrowed in , before rushing out of the room after her brother.

  After Dimitra left the room, it soon fell quiet.

  "Did we go too far? Was I too blunt?" Nikoos asked, feeling a bit bad.

  "Tsk, why did you say that? Now you've got me feeling all weird inside," Michalis replied.

  "True, it's been a long time since he burst out like that," Eleni added.

  “Should I also go after him?” Vasiliki asked.

  “Definitely not, I feel you will only make things worse” Cir replied, before the room desded bato silence.

  The silen the room alpable, as the group pted their as and the impact they had on Vasileios.

  It was clear that their critique had struck a chord with him, and they couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.

  Bahamut observed the se, her expression unreadable.

  She had seen these dynamics py out before, and she khat they could resolve it themselves with some ho unication.

  "Look, I knoere a bit harsh on Vasileios, but you have to uand that his tendency to always try to please everyone get frustrating at times. It's like he doesn't have the ce to stand up for his own opinions." she said, breaking the silence.

  Eleni nodded in agreement.

  "That's true, and it's not the first time he's reacted this way. We o find a better way to unicate with him, without making him feel like he's always being dismissed." she added.

  Nikoos sighed, running a hand through his hair.

  "I didn't mean to be so blunt, but sometimes I just 't help it. He's also my brother, and I want him to be able to stand up for himself, you know?" he said.

  "I think we all o take a step bad try to uand where Vasileios is ing from. He's always been trying to be one of the peacekeepers in the family, and maybe we've been taking that franted." Michalis suggested.

  “What’s this, Michalis actually said something smart” Vasiliki remarked.

  “Not now Vasiliki” Michalis replied, befn her.

  Bahamut cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the group.

  "I believe this is an opportunity frowth, both for Vasileios and for all of you. unication is key, but it must be doh empathy and uanding. Perhaps it's time to have an open and ho discussion, where everyone express their thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment." she suggested.

  The group fell silent, sidering Bahamut's words.

  They knew she was right – they o find a way to address the underlying issues in their group dynamic, for their sake.

  With a renewed sense of purpose, they set out to find Vasileios and Dimitra, determio mend the rift that had formed.

  …………………………………………………………………………………………

  Bahamut found herself alone in the living room, a sense of boredom settling in as the others had departed.

  Deg to seek out a new activity, the dragon goddess made her way towards the kit, her steps light and graceful.

  Upoering the kit, Bahamut's gaze fell upon Draco, her scaly- panion, humming a peculiar melody as he prepared the ingredients for their uping meal.

  The rhythm of his song seemed to sway his tail from side to side, capturing Bahamut's attention.

  "Hm, Hm, suki daisuki hime....." Dramed, his voice carrying a soothing, almost melodic quality.

  Sensing an opportunity to be of assistance, Bahamut approached Drad inquired.

  " I help with anything?" she asked.

  The goddess always felt a desire to tribute more to the household, especially sihe children had beeurning from their daily excursions to the dungeon rather te, left to fend for themselves when it came to preparing their meals.

  ‘I 't help them in the dungeon,’ Bahamut mused, "but I at least learn how to prepare the meals. Besides, it seems like it could be a fun new hobby, and I'm running out of things to read." she thought.

  Draco, pleased by the offer, responded, "Sure, you grab those spices in the cupboard?" He proceeded to call out the names of the beled bottles, guiding Bahamut iask.

  Eager to assist, Bahamut hurried to the cupboard, only to enter a new challenge.

  The top shelf, where the requested spices resided, was beyond her reabsp;

  Uerred, Bahamut hatched a pn, fpping her wings to take flight and hover at the desired height.

  Draco watched the se unfold, a hint of fusioched on his features.

  ‘Why didn't she just grab a chair or stool?’ he wondered, sensing a cliche situation about to unfold.

  As Bahamut maneuvered herself closer to the spices, she applied a bit too much power to her wing fps, causio collide with the ceiling.

  Her horns pierced through the surface, creating two holes.

  As she was startled by the impact, she stopped fpping her wings and gravity swiftly took hold. Bahamut, instinctively closing her eyes, brag for the iable dest.

  She was a dragon goddess so such a fall wasn’t going to leave a scrat her.

  Draco, anticipating this turn of events, quickly moved beh her, catg the goddess in a gentle, princess-like embrace.

  Bahamut opened her eyes, feeling a bit fused about why she hadn’t hit the floor until her gaze met Draco's.

  Immediately, a deep blush spread across her face, and she began to squirm, trying to free herself from his arms.

  "Stay still or you might fall," Draco cautioned, his own posure slightly shaken as he dealt with a growing problem beh his shorts.

  ‘Great, I'm hard,’ he thought, his brow furrowing in mild frustration.

  ‘At this point does any physical iion with her make me hard or does this apply to oddesses’ he briefly pondered.

  Gently setting Bahamut down on the ground, Draco swiftly turned around and rushed back to the sink, hoping to ceal his ued arousal.

  "Thank you," Bahamut said, her voice ced with a hint of embarrassment.

  "No problem, please use a chair ime," Draco replied, his tone professional, albeit a bit strained.

  Bahamut's eyes widened as the realization dawned on her.

  "Ah," she gasped, c her face with both hands in a futile attempt to hide her mortification.

  The desire to flee the kit was strong, but she steeled her nerves and followed Draco's advice, grabbing a chair to retrieve the spices.

  The remainder of the dinner preparation was retively silent, with Bahamut mostly listening and occasionally asking questions as Draco guided her through the cooking process.

  The goddess soon found herself fasated by the intricacies of cooking, eager to learn and tribute.

  Soon, the meal was plete, and the rge portions were served, just in time for the others to return.

  Bahamut noticed that their expressions seemed more rexed and relieved, indig that the previous argument had been addressed.

  As everyohered around the table, Bahamut couldn't help but refle the events that had transpired i.

  The embarrassment she had experienced lingered, but she also felt a sense of aplishment in having assisted Drad the hings she was experieng.