By the time Draco left the half-destroyed factory, it was already past 2 AM.

  Thick clouds had settled over the moonless sky, allowing only a small trickle of starlight to filter through.

  A figure soared through the air, leaving streaks of shadows that resembled an unusual bird, the st starlight illumination its way home.

  Thud!

  With a resounding thud, Draded on the ground, his legs digging into the soil from the impabsp;

  His gold neckce rattled as his body absorbed the shobsp;

  ‘I really o learn how to nd softly,’ Draco thought.

  Slinging his shirt over his shoulder, Draco retracted his draigs and directed his gaze toward the house entranbsp;

  There she was—his goddess, Bahamut—waiting at the door.

  “Wele back,” she said, her voice soft, smooth, and mesmerizing.

  Her sleepy expression suggested she had just gotten up from bed to greet him.

  A gentle breeze blew over her, causing her long silver hair and nighttime attire to flutter, elig a cute yelp as she zily fought to keep her hair away from her fabsp;

  She wore bck ce lingerie that outlined her petite frame, meshing well with the silver scales running from the base of her tail, across her arms, part of her chest, and down to her feet.

  Perhaps due to the earlier wind, one of the straps of her lingerie slipped down, revealing part of her modest chest.

  Bahamut didn’t seem to notice, and even if she did, she wasn’t oo be embarrassed by such a thing.

  Her fair skin was fwless, a perk most goddesses had—something many mortal women would kill for.

  Draco gulped, trying to restrain himself from doing anything foolish.

  He was taken aback by such a tempting dispy, even though he k wasn’t iional.

  His draiones had been out of whack tely, and such stimuli wasn’t helping matters, especially sihey were a couple.

  This was one of the side effects of his accelerated growth, transitioning from his hatg to juvenile phase quickly, and it might worsen wheransitions to his young adult phase.

  ‘No, resist. Just three more years, and you’ll be an adult in society,’ Draced himself.

  But he doubted he could st that long, as his urges seemed to grow by the day.

  “Yaaaaawn.” Bahamut let out a cute yawn, her eyes half-closing.

  “Why are you just staring at me? Aren’t you ing inside?” she asked, her voice tired.

  “Ahem, sorry,” Draco apologized, walking toward her.

  “Why are you apologizing?” Bahamut asked, a bit fused.

  “For indulging too mu your irresistible beauty,” Draco replied, walking past her, his tail lightly caressing her face as he ehe house.

  He felt a bit embarrassed uttering those words, but it was the truth.

  “W-what…” Bahamut stammered, her eyes now wide awake, her heart pounding, and her expression flustered.

  ‘Ugh, I am such a mess,’ Bahamut thought as she crouched down, c her face with both hands.

  Meanwhile, Draco rushed into his room, locked the door, and dived onto his bed.

  ‘Aaaah, that was se,’ Draco thought, c his face with pillows as his heart pounded restlessly.

  After taking some time and deep breaths, he soon calmed down.

  This was how his retionship with Bahamut was—it wasn’t bad, but it felt restraining, as her of them could push for the step yet.

  They were both o love, heheir childish reas to each other, whi itself was quite fun.

  Saying words and perf as that made their hearts flutter was enough for now.

  Soon, exhaustion took over, and Draco drifted into sleep.

  The day ahead would be busy for the Bahamut familia.

  ………………………………………………………………….

  The day, around 9 AM, Draco woke up from sleep.

  Struggling to sit up, he pushed himself from bed, stretg to shake off the st remnants of sleep.

  ‘It’s a bit te, but we still make it in time,’ Draco thought.

  The Goliath was set to respawween 11 AM and 1 PM, so there was still a bit of time.

  Taking care of his m routine, Draco put on a fresh pair of clothes and followed the entig aroma of sizzling breakfast ing from the kit.

  Upoering, he saw all his familia members gathered, eating breakfast and making small talk.

  “You won’t believe what happened yesterday…” Vasiliki began, narrating what she experienced with the Astraea familia to Dimitra, Eleni, and Cir.

  Meanwhile, the boys were discussing how many evilus members each of them had killed.

  Draco couldn’t help but shake his head, finding it unnerving to hear such talk of killing ah from kids so young; but this was the new reality, so the feeling was brief.

  “Good m, y’all,” Draco greeted.

  “M,” they replied.

  “M, Draco. How much would you like to eat?” Bahamut asked.

  U night, she wore casual clothes with a cute frilly apron draped over them, looking like one of those chibi dragon girl characters from an anime.

  “The usual portion,” Draco replied with a smile.

  “Hmm,” Bahamut nodded, returnitention to the stove.

  As Bahamut focused on preparing the meal, Draco decided to brief his familia on the information he had obtained from the Astraea and Ganesha familias regarding the evilus pns.

  “That sounds scary,” Eleni muttered, her furry ears drooping after listening to everything.

  “Yea it is, but what do we do?” Nikoos asked, his expression serious.

  “We’ll have to cut our dungeon hours short and increase our patrol time and size, that’s after you all level up,” Draco said.

  “Ugh, why ’t people just get along? What do they gain by causing so much chaos?” Dimitra asked.

  “We don’t o know, and we shouldn’t try to uand them either; it might make you hesitate when you shouldn’t,” Vasiliki replied.

  “Well, I don’t mind some extra patrol time, but we need an actual schedule and teams,” Vasileios said.

  “Well, that’s a job for our new vice captains, Dimitra and Vasiliki,” Draco said, cheerfully g his hands.

  “Wait, wasn’t it temporary?” Dimitra asked in surprise.

  “Yeah, but now it’s perma. gratutions!” Draco said.

  The others cpped in gratutions, having expected this oute since Draco had hem temporary vice captains.

  “Ugh, I didn’t ask for this job,” Vasiliki muttered in annoyance; if there was anything she hated, it aperwork.

  “Vice captain Vasiliki, what are your orders?” Cir teased Vasiliki with a salute.

  “Don’t you start that now,” Vasiliki warned, baring her fangs.

  “Whoa, calm down. When did you bee so feral?” Cir asked.

  As the kids dove deeper into puberty, their beast heritage had been rising, causing some random instinctive reas at certain time’s.

  “Tsk, why is this happening to us…ny..?” Eleni mao stop herself.

  “Heh, seems like you all ck self-trol,” Michalis taunted, lig his palm like a cat.

  “Heh” Cir barely mao hold a chuckle, as Michalis looked away in embarrassment.

  “Alright, that’s enough. Hope you’re all mentally prepared to take on the Goliath; you might break a lot of bones,” Draco said, ging the topic.

  He wasn’t going to let any of them die, but he didn’t mind if a few bones broke here and there.

  “I think I’ll be fine. Vasileios, oher hand…” Michalis trailed off with a smirk.

  The Goliath wasly fast, so his high agility aerity would help him evade.

  The same was true for the others, except for Vasileios, who would have to tank some blows.

  “Holy, I’m scared. What if I turn into meat paste with o?” Vasileios replied, his expression somber.

  His statement made everyone pause as they imagihe se.

  “Why did you have to say something so ive? Now I ’t eat,” Michalis muttered, immediately losing his appetite.

  “Rex, I was just joking. Draii wouldn’t let me die, right?” Vasileios said, eyeing Draco for firmation.

  But Draco didn’t reply; instead, he focused on the meal portion that Bahamut had dropped in front of him.

  “Right…” Vasileios muttered, his voice almost a whisper.

  Soon everyone finished breakfast, doheir dungeon gear, and regrouped at the entrance of Bahamut’s house.

  “You kids take care, alright? I don’t mind if you get a bit roughed up, just e back alive,” Bahamut warned, squeezing her fist into a ball in a threatening manner.

  Everyoook her warning seriously; the warm, sweet, and uanding goddess they knew was repced by the menag goddess before them.

  Bahamut had gotteo being the goddess of a familia, learning how to hahem more easily.

  “And you, Drac them home safe, alright?” Bahamut warned, pulling him low enough to pnt a kiss on his cheek.

  “W-wha…” Draco’s voice trailed off as he was taken aback by her sudden bold a.

  “Food luck,” she whispered in his ear before letting go aurning inside.

  “What about us?, don’t we need luichalis muttered, but quickly shut his mouth with a deadly gre from Draco.

  The other members just stared at Draco with cheeky expressions.

  “Ahem, let’s go,” Draco said, quickly reposing himself.

  No one said anything, knowing they would face his wrath if they did; he wouldn’t hesitate to cut their pocket money short.

  With strength in their steps, the Bahamut familia headed to the 17th floor, where their oppo resided.