“Michalis, Michalis” Vasiliki called out.

  “What!!” Michalis asked.

  “I believe we should head home now. We shouldn't linger in this unknown area," Vasiliki said, her voice tinged with .

  Michalis let out an exasperated sigh. "You think I don't know that? But I 't just let those brats get away with my pocket money so easily," he replied, frustration evident in his tone.

  Vasiliki shook her head, attempting to reason with him.

  "I still don't think it's worth the effort. There's simply no way we'll be able to find them in this maze-like pce. I have a bad feeling about this pce," she warrying to vince him.

  Michalis, however, remaieadfast in his decision, ign Vasiliki's pleas and tinuing te ahead.

  Vasiliki let out a resigned sigh as she followed closely behind him.

  ‘Why is he being so stubborn over such a small amount of money?’ she wondered.

  Earlier that day, Michalis and Vasiliki had ventured out to explore the city of Orario.

  It had been over a month since Drad his family had arrived iy, yet they had little to no free time to truly explore the city.

  Even on the rare days off they had from the dungeon, they either spent their time honing their skills or simply lounging at home, uo break away from the monotony.

  Tired of the routine, Michalis had decided to ve on his own, but Draco had stantly advised them to move in pairs when going far from their residence, so he asked around.

  Unfortunately Cir, Eleni, Nikoos, Dimitra, and Vasileios were all occupied with their own activities, so Vasiliki was the only option avaible.

  Relutly, Michalis begged her to apany him. to which she agreed as she too was bored.

  During their exploration, Michalis and Vasiliki had somehow ended up in the northeastern part of the city.

  They were ied in seeing the Ganesha Familia colosseum.

  Unfortunately for Michalis, he had fallen victim to an act he hought possible – he had been pickpocketed by some poor-looking children they had entered along the way.

  This i had deeply wounded Michalis' pride, as he believed himself immuo such petty crimes.

  Vasiliki, of course, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease and torment her brother over it, further infuriating him.

  Determio retrieve his lost money, Michalis had given chase to the children, and Vasiliki had no choice but to follow, fearful of returning alone and fag the wrath of Draco.

  Chasing after the pickpockets led both of them to an unknowo them withiy.

  This was the southeastern part of Orario, a rge area withiy where a lot of illegal and shady activities took pce.

  Within this area y Daedalus Street, a wide residential area for the lower css citizens.

  Daedalus Street was famous for beiremely hard to navigate as the design urposely made plicated.

  To make matters worse, the area o this district was her thaertai district, an area trolled by the Ishtar familia.

  One could already imagihat when a plicated area filled with the lowest css of society was mixed with a red-light district, it became a breeding ground for the worst kinds of debauchery and crime.

  Draco had made it extremely clear that they were to steer clear of this part of Orario for the time being, but Michalis' stubbornness had led them straight into this dangerous territory.

  Sadly they had both failed tnize where they had wandered into.

  As they wahrough the winding streets of Daedalus, Vasiliki suddenly came to a halt, her expression grave.

  "Michalis, stop," she said, her voice ced with seriousness.

  Michalis turo face her, the frustration still evident on his fabsp;

  "What is it?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

  Vasiliki's eyes sed the area around them, a sense of utling iomabsp;

  "I... I think we're being watched," she whispered, her gaze darting from one shadowy er to the .

  "I've noticed a few suspicious-looking individuals keeping an eye on us. We o get out of here, Michalis. This pce doesn't feel right." she added.

  Michalis' expression immediately shifted, his initial annoyance repced by a growing sense of caution.

  He, too, began to survey their surroundings, his hand instinctively reag for the dagger hidden within his clothing.

  The air seemed to thi with tension as the siblings realized the gravity of their situation.

  They were deep within a distriown for its criminal elements, and their presence had not gone unnoticed.

  Vasiliki's heart raced as she sidered their options.

  "Michalis, we o get out of here, immediately.” she advised.

  Michalis hesitated for a moment, the desire to recover his lost pocket moill lingering in his mind.

  But the etched on Vasiliki's face, coupled with the growing unease in the air, slowly began to sway his decision.

  "Alright," he ceded, relutly.

  "Let's head back. We shouldn't have e this far in the first pce." he added.

  Vasiliki let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Michalis had finally seen reason.

  The siblings immediately turned and began to retrace their steps, their pace quiing as they sought to escape the oppressive atmosphere of their surrounding.

  Unfortuhings weren’t going to be as easy as they except.

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  It didn't take long for Bahamut to arrive at Babel Tower, where the Denatus meeting was taking pbsp;

  Upon reag the grand structure, the draic goddess elegantly stepped down from the carriage, her presence immediately captivating the attention of the arriving gods.

  Bahamut swiftly made her the tower, her eyes focused on the meeting room ahead.

  However, as she traversed the hallways, she uedly entered a rather annoying, yet familiar, goddess – Loki.

  Loki was a mischievous tomboy-esque goddess with light red hair and eyes.

  "Hmm, is that who I think it is?" Loki ented, shielding her eyes as if to get a better look at Bahamut, despite the tter being right in front of her.

  Bahamut greeted the mischievous goddess with a warm smile.

  "Good evening, Loki," she said, her voice soft and posed.

  Loki's eyes narrowed as she took in Bahamut's appearanbsp;

  "Oh, there you are. I couldn't see you with how tiny you are," she replied, taking a jab at the draic goddess's stature.

  Uerred by the pyful jest, Bahamut's smile only grew brighter.

  "It has indeed been a while," she responded, her words drawing the attention of the other arriving gods.

  'Guh, what is this ess level? Just what happeo her?' Loki thought, slightly perplexed by Bahamut's uncharacteristically amiable demeanor.

  "Tsk, you have definitely ged somehow," Loki said, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the shift in Bahamut's behavior.

  "Gd to see you are still the same," Bahamut replied, her words carrying a hint of warmth.

  Loki found herself at a loss for words, the versation taking an ued turn.

  "Shall we head in?" Bahamut suggested, her hauring towards the meeting room door.

  "Who exactly are you?" Loki muttered, accepting the offer and walking into the room first, with Bahamut following closely behind.

  Normally, Bahamut would have readily tched onto Loki's bait and engaged in a spirited debate.

  However, today, she was in a remarkably good mood, and her focus was on f stronger alliances – a responsibility she had taken on with the establishment of her own familia.

  As they ehe room, the stares of various ods immediately fell upon Bahamut and Loki.

  Bahamut's attenda Denatus meetings had been sporadic over the time she had been in Orario, making her presence all the more notable.

  Adding to the rarity of the occasion was Bahamut's attire – she was dressed more servatively than her usual revealing outfits.

  This ge in her appearance did not go unnoticed by the assembled male gods, some of whom expressed disappoi, as they had e to Denatus to ogle at the beautiful goddesses in their more alluring attires.

  Bahamut in the past didly care what she wore, she even found wearing cloths to be rather troublesome affair.

  She rarely used her humanoid form in the upper world and even when arriving in the lower world, she simply wore whatever enabled her to move her body freely.

  With the arrival of Drad his family, the draic goddess had beore scious of her outfits, feeling the o present a more refined and respectable image.

  At least that what she would answer if anyone asked, the truth was that she became sensitive to the sneaky gazes of a certain person.

  Most gods teo keep their distance fron gods, as many were known for their etricities, even the more amiable ones like Bahamut.

  A few had attempted to court the petite goddess in the past, but their efforts had often ended poorly, as Bahamut was not oo be trifled with.

  Suddenly, a loud voied through the room, drawing everyone's attention.

  "I am Ganesha!" a tall, muscur man wearing a red and yellow elephant mask announced, his voice eg through the chamber.

  Loki let out a soft "Tsk" at Ganesha's boisterous introdu.

  "I am Ganesha!" the elephant-masked god repeated, his volume even more thunderous than before.

  Ganesha's gaze soon fell upon Bahamut, and the two gods stared at each other for a few seds.

  Then, Ganesha raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the draic goddess.

  The air in the room seemed to grow thick with anticipation as the two gods stood fag each other, the tension palpable.

  Bahamut's expression remained calm and serene, her eyes meeting Ganesha's gaze.

  The silence was finally broken as Ganesha spoke.

  "We have much to discuss." Ganesha said cryptically, with a faint smile on his lips.

  Bahamut's own lips curved into a graceful smile, nodding her head in uanding.

  Loki looked bad forth betweewo, her eyes narrowed in suspi on what was going on.