The sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue across the room as Draco stirred awake.

  The remnants of st night's festivities still g to him, a lively revelry shared within the familia over their level up.

  He had promised Vasiliki a special breakfast, ae the lethargy that ed around him like a heavy b, he knew he had to rise to the occasion.

  ‘Ugh, must be all that sugar from drinking so much juice,’ he mumbled to himself, ping lightly at his thigh to shake off the drowsiness.

  The sharp sting was enough to jolt him into a.

  With a determined huff, Draco pushed himself upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

  After a brief m ritual ihroom, he rummaged through his limited wardrobe.

  The remnants of yesterday’s outfit would have to do; he couldn’t bear to touch the other clothes reserved for the evening when he would escort their goddess, Bahamut, to the Denatus meeting.

  He took a moment to spsh his face with water, trying to clear the fog from his mind.

  Dressed and somewhat revitalized, Draade his way to the kit, a hint of excitement bubblih his fatigue.

  His heart sank when he recalled that the fresh berries he had meticulously prepared for Vasiliki had spoiled during his two-day unsciousness.

  “We really need a fridge… or some kind of magic preservation tool,” he grumbled, frustration creeping in.

  He had resisted splurging on magical appliances, wanting to save his money for the aftermath of the evilus event.

  Determio salvage his breakfast pns, Draco grabbed his cloak and hurried out to a local fruit vendor.

  The streets of Orario were bustling with activity as he navigated through the throng of people.

  Colourful stalls lihe pathways, their owners shouting to entice passersby.

  After gathering fresh berries, a medley of fruits, and some crisp vegetables, he made his way bae, his arms den with supplies.

  As he entered, he found Cir emerging from her room, her hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep.

  “Good m, Draco,” she greeted awkwardly, the words hanging in the air like a fragile gss or.

  “Ah, good m, Cir,” he replied, his voice g the usual warmth.

  An unfortable siletled between them, a reminder of the unspoken feelings that lingered since he had rejected her love fession.

  It was an odd and heavy weight that her of them could seem to shake off yet.

  “Um, I see you’re making breakfast. Need any help?” Cir offered, her voice slightly hesitant.

  She wahings to quickly go back to normal, but she didn’t know how.

  She just couldn’t bring herself herself to adifferent when they were alone.

  “No, I ha. I’m just making Vasiliki the meal I promised,” Draco resporying to keep her away for now.

  He too didn’t know how to deal with the current her.

  “Oh,” Cir replied, her expression shifting to a mix of annoyand resignation. She envisioned Vasiliki enjoying the fruits of Draco’s bor, and a pang of annoyance shot through her.

  “Ahem, I’m going to go now. Help me wake Bahamut in about an hour, okay?” Draco said quickly, retreating to the kit as though esg the tension that hung in the air.

  ………………

  An hour ter, Draco stood i, bustling about as he finished preparing both Vasiliki’s special meal and breakfast s for the rest of the familia.

  He knew Vasiliki would want to show off her meal to the others, so he put extra care into it: a e drizzled with honey and amon, fluffy pancakes piled high with berries, cream, chocote, and jam, along with a beautifully crafted breakfast .

  He had made smaller portions, mindful of her appetite.

  The breakfast s sisted of; eggs, ba, some crisp veggies and a tasty saubsp;

  As the day stru., the familia began to gather around the table, the atmosphere lively and charged with excitement.

  It had been a while since Draco had made any meals for them.

  Vasiliki, in her usual animated fashialed them with exaggerated taunts, her gestures punctuating her words as she ate.

  As he predicted, breakfast became quite a noisy affair filled with various pints about his bias, but it was also a wele distra for Draco.

  His mind often drifted to the impendius meeting and the uainty that loomed over it.

  Once breakfast cluded, Draco sought out Bahamut, remembering he had fotten to request a status update from her after his transformation, the previous day.

  As he reviewed his status sheet, a wave of satisfa washed over him.

  Unlike most adventurers whose stats reset to 0 upon levelling up, his had started from 300.

  While it was modest pared to his maximum potential, it was a very wele boon.

  It ecuted that his growth speed would signifitly reduce after his transformation, but it wasn’t all losses as a det portion of his maximum potential had also been made usable.

  …………………

  Time slipped away, and soon evening approached with surprising swiftness.

  Dimitra, Eleni, and Cir buzzed around the house, each vying to select the perfect outfit for Bahamut.

  Meanwhile, Draco had long since ged into a fitted button-up tunic adorned with golden trims, its unbuttoned front revealing his well-defined physique.

  He paired it with a golden neckce, sturdy bck trousers and polished leather boots, a look that banced elegance, ziness and readiness.

  Yet, despite his outward appearance, his mind remained clouded with worry.

  Bahamut had yet to inform him how she inteo handle any hostile gods at the meeting, and every time he asked, she only reassured him with, “Don’t worry, I will ha.”

  ‘Sigh, I still have to make preparations. You ever be too careful,’ he thought, his brow furrowing as he sidered the unknown variables of the evening ahead.

  While he doubted any immediate threats loomed, caution was a virtue he couldn’t ignore.

  Draade the decision to instruct his familia to stay he city gates for the rest of the day.

  If the worst should happen, it was better to be prepared for a swift exit from Orario.

  Mier, Bahamut stepped out, and the sight of her took Draco’s breath away.

  She wore a flowing, waist-g dress in charcoal bck, its elegance heightened by shimmering silver accessories that caught the light with every movement.

  It aired with a strappy sandal and a silver pendant.

  To finish her outfit, a light airy shaorn, the delicate fabric atuated her ethereal wings and silver hair, while her captivating eyes sparkled with an otherworldly allure.

  “Like what you see?” Bahamut teased, catg him off guard as he momentarily fot his worries.

  “Ahem,” Draco coughed, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring.

  “Shall we depart?” he asked, avoiding her gaze as he led the way to the carriage.

  “Tsk, damn lovebirds,” Vasiliki muttered under her breath, though Draco pretended not to hear her snide remark.

  Now seated in front of the carriage, Draco turo his familia.

  “You all remember the pn, right?” he inquired.

  “Yea, yea, we know. Just get going already,” Vasiliki replied, a annoyed smirk on her face.

  “Yeah, make sure Bahamut-sama picks good aliases for us!” Vasileios added.

  “Hmm, I will keep that in mind” Draco replied.

  Just before he led the horses forward, Draco turo Dimitra.

  “Dimitra, your in charge. Don’t let those two gremli into any trouble.” Draco cautioned, referring to Michalis and Vasiliki.

  They were not pleased.

  “Oh and don’t spend too much, and…” Draco started, but he was swiftly interrupted.

  “Alright, we get it! Just get going Draii!” Nikoos interjected, a sigh breaking through his otherwise serious demeanour.

  With a resigned sigh, Draco led the horses forward, watg as his familia disappeared into the distanbsp;

  ‘I hope all ends well,’ he thought, his gaze drawn to the Babel tower in the distance.