The diself leasant affair, filled with lively versation and the savory aromas of the expertly prepared meal.

  Michalis praised the beef and chi curry mix, smag his lips in tent.

  "Hmm, this curry is extremely delicious, Draii," he remarked, his voice tinged with satisfa.

  The others responded in agreement, nodding their heads.

  "Hmm," they chimed in unison, sav each bite of the fvorful dish.

  "Then you should praise oddess more, she made it," Draco replied, a hint of pride in his voice as he gestured towards Bahamut.

  The entire group stopped eating, their expressions one of utter shobsp;

  They all khat Bahamut, their petite goddess, was not particurly skilled i of cooking.

  "Stop it, Draco helped me a lot," Bahamut interjected, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

  'Ah, that makes more sehey all thought, the pieces falling into pce.

  "Don't sell yourself short, Bahamut," Draco said, her a sincere pliment.

  "You did most of the work. I only corrected what you were doing wrong. I couldn't have made this dish aer myself." he said.

  Bahamut's blush deepened as she shyly replied, "Silly boy, st to exaggerate my involvement." However, the goddess couldn't hide the pleasure that flickered in her eyes at the praises she received.

  Vasiliki, never oo miss an opportunity for pyful banter, chimed in, "Oh my, is hty goddess blushing from a simple pliment?" She leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

  But Bahamut was not oo be easily flustered.

  She retorted with a pyful jab, "Fufufu, it's weird that you have been with your brother for years, yet haven't been able to cook a meal of this level. And you call yourself a girl? Perhaps you should take notes from a true ary goddess." she said.

  Vasiliki's mouth opened and closed a few times, her usual witty retorts failing to materialize.

  Bahamut's words had struck a chord within her.

  Any eback she could muster would only make her appear as a spoiled brat.

  Cir, Eleni, and Dimitra also felt a sting in their chests, as the same se applied to them as well.

  Sensing the shift imosphere, they quietly reduced their presence, lest they bee the targets of Bahamut's verbal barbs.

  Michalis, being observant, leaned in to whisper to Vasileios.

  "Did Vasiliki just get finessed?" he asked, a barely tained grin on his face.

  Vasileios nodded in agreement, whispering back, "I think so. But we should probably finish our food and leave quickly, she might decide to take out her frustration on us instead." he said.

  "True, we should do just that," Michalis replied, already mentally preparing his escape pn.

  He hadn't fotten what Vasiliki had doo him in the dungeon, and he wasn't eager to deal with her again.

  The dinner proceeded with some light-hearted bahe tension gradually dissipating as the group ehe remainder of their meal.

  Soon, it was time for them to turn in for the day.

  Draco had informed them that they would be heading to the dungeon earlier than normal the following day.

  Normally, their dungeon hours were from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., but due to the i with the Astraea familia, they had to stop earlier than usual.

  "You all have a good night's sleep," Bahamut said, bidding them a fond farewell as they headed to their respective homes door.

  After seeing her children off, Bahamut returo the kit to help the dishes.

  "Hmm, what do we do with the leftovers?" she pondered aloud, her brow furrowed in ption as she washed a pte.

  "Use it for breakfast, and please focus," Draco said, his voice ster g, as he gently guided the pte away from Bahamut's hands, preventing it from slipping and shattering on the floor.

  "No, I want to make something new for breakfast alohis time," Bahamut protested, determio take on the cooking duty herself.

  Draco, though impressed by her enthusiasm, tempered her expectations with a dose of reality.

  His expression softened, as he spoke , "Sadly, cooking just one dinner doesn't make you a chef. You will have to learn, the, until you are sistent." he replied.

  He truly waheir goddess to lear of cooking, as it would greatly be the familia as a whole.

  'I know that I ake plicated things yet, but I at least make that shawarma thing he made yesterday,' Bahamut thought, her expression pouty.

  Her tail began to move with a life of its own, in protest she beguly spping against Draco's thigh in a mildly distrag manner.

  Bahamut didn't seem to notice the effect her as were having on him, as she was lost in her own thoughts.

  Draco wao retaliate using his own tail, but he ended up giving up on that idea.

  It made him feel like he was doing something bad, if he smacked her thighs iurn.

  Additionally almost every physical iion he had with Bahamut left him in a state of arousal, so he refrained from engaging further.

  Suddenly, a faint "ding" sound caught Draco's attention, drawing his gaze downward.

  ‘Eh, what is this?’ he wondered, puzzled by the ued development in his trousers.

  Draind raced as he grappled with the realization that he might be experieng some level of arousal from Bahamut's pyful antibsp;

  ‘Okay, something must be wrong with me. Am I actually getting turned on by this?’ he pondered, a mixture of fusion and clouding his thoughts.

  Reizing that if he didn’t stop this, the night would bee increasingly challenging, so he took a.

  "Ugh, fine, you make breakfast, but I'll be supervising you. Additionally, you'll have to wake up extremely early in the m," he said, hoping to dissuade Bahamut from her ary ambitions.

  As expected she stopped smag him, much to his relief.

  Draew that Bahamut was not a m person, and he surmised that the prospect of an early wake-up call would likely deter her enthusiasm.

  However, Bahamut's excitement was undimmed.

  "Really?" she excimed joyfully, her mind already rag with various breakfast options to explore.

  In her enthusiasm, Bahamut unknowingly applied extra force to her tail, causing it to sm against Draco's thigh with more iy, causing Draco to jerk forward.

  Thunk!

  The sound of something hard hitting the wooden ter echoed i.

  "What is that?" Bahamut asked, immediately squatting down to iigate the source of the sound.

  "Wait..." Draco tried to say, but it was too te.

  Bahamut's eyes nded on the fully awakened "sleeping dragoh Draco's pants.

  Draco braced himself for a scream or some kind of remark, as most girls would react that way.

  However, to his surprise, Bahamut just stood up, tapped his back while nodding her head in uanding.

  She then spread her thumb and index finger as if measuring his crotch, after which she gave him a thumbs up before turning away aing the kit in silence.

  The entire exge left Draco bewildered and unsure of how to interpret Bahamut's calm and nont respoo the ued situation.

  Meanwhile, Bahamut had rushed to her room, diving onto her bed and burying her fa a pillow.

  "Oh my, oh my, oh my, how it be that big? Isn't he like twelve?" she squealed internally, struggling to recile the image she had just witnessed with her preceptions.

  "Sigh, since when did I get so dirty-minded? I o erase the image from my mind, but..." Bahamut's internal monologue trailed off as she grappled with the flig emotions and thoughts that had been stirred up.

  Ba the kit, Draco finished ing up the dishes alone, his mind still reeling from the day's bizarre events.

  He theo the two other houses to check if the doors and windows were properly locked.

  After cheg, he returo his room, seeking mueeded rest.

  The whole day had been a rollercoaster of weird events, but it was also somewhat meaningful.

  They had made some form of e with the Astraea familia, Bahamut had revealed to them some truth about the world, Bahamut had taken an i in cooking, and Bahamut had...

  ‘Why are my thoughts filled with her today?’ he pondered, his brow furrowed in ption.

  Sighing, Draco tried to rationalize his feelings.

  ‘I shouldn't be thinking of such things. I'm still physically too young to worry about romance. If it's meant to be, it will eventually work out somehow,’ he thought, attempting to quell the swirliions that had been awakened within him.

  Soon, the exhaustion of the day hit Draco, lulling him into a deep, restful slumber.

  His body rexed against the soft mattress, his mind drifting off to a peaceful realm of dreams.

  As the night progressed, the hours ticked by quietly, the world outside Draco's room falling into a tranquil silenbsp;

  The moon rose high in the sky, casting a gentle, silvery glow through the window, illuminating the sleeping figure on the bed.

  Around 4:30 am, Bahamut, the goddess herself, stirred from her own sleep.

  It was an unusual event, as the divine being could rarely keep herself awake at such hours.

  Yet, on this particur m, something had pelled her to wake up earlier than her usual routine.

  Despite still feeling drowsy, Bahamut was determio prove a point – that she could indeed rise before the crack of dawn if she so desired.

  With a sense of purpose, she began t her sluggish body towards Draco's room, eager to rub her early rising in his face.

  Upon reag the door, Bahamut quietly pushed it open and stepped inside.

  Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting, and she made her way towards the bed where Draco y sleeping peacefully, curled up and tightly clutg his pillow.

  Bahamut approached the bed, her steps light and cautious, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

  She stood beside the bed, her gaze fixed on his sleeping form, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

  Raising her hand, she began to gently shake him, trying to rouse him from his deep sleep.

  Seeing ion, she decided to blow air lightly into his ears.

  However, Draco didn’t respond as she expected, he didn’t wake up, instead he just smiled in tent and the grip on his pillow loosened.

  Reag out, she attempted to pull the pillow away from his embrace, eager to see a cute rea.

  But as she did so, Draow half-awake, instinctively reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her into a light, but firm, cuddle.

  Bahamut was taken aback by this ued turn of events.

  She immediately began tle, trying to free herself from Draco's grasp, but the more she squirmed, the tighter his hold became.

  To Draco, he had found something warmer, though a bit harder than his usual pillow, but heless, a f object to hold onto in his sleep.

  Bahamut's heart raced as she realized the predit she had found herself in.

  She had e with the iion of teasing Draco, but now she found herself trapped in his embrabsp;

  She could easily force herself free but strangely, she didn’t.

  Despite her initial surprise, a strange sense of fort began to settle over her, and she found herself slowly rexing into the warmth of his embrace.

  As the miicked by, the two remaiwihe world around them fading away as they lost themselves in the quiet serenity of the moment.

  Bahamut soon found her eyes creeping shut, she struggled to stay awake but it was futile.

  Within the few minutes, she fell asleep.