Danmachi: The Sign In System!

Chapter 145 - So Strong

In Twilight Manor, Finn and the Loki Familia watched the divine mirror Loki had set up before leaving. 

The Hestia Familia's display of power drew Finn's narrowed gaze.

"Orsted's members are all remarkable talents," Finn said, impressed.

"Indeed," Riveria agreed.

"A dozen Level 1 mages casting together rival Lefiya's full-strength magic."

Lefiya, though Level 3, unleashed first-tier destructive magic at her peak. 

Yet Hestia familia's Level 1 elven mages, with their fused spell, matched or surpassed that power. 

Their talent was undeniable—a pity they weren't Loki's.

"If they were ours, I'd train them like Lefiya, aiming for her level," Riveria said, sighing.

"So strong! They might even surpass me someday!" Lefiya chirped, eyes sparkling at her kin's prowess.

"The melee members, too—their skills suggest S-rank abilities. They're already matching Level 2s," Tiona added. 

"Is Hestia's whole Familia going elite?"

Tifa hadn't shown her full strength, but Aerith and the melee elves had, their prowess—bolstered by S-rank stats and magic items—rivaling Level 2s. 

Tiona recognized this, having hit S-rank herself. Not all Loki Familia members maxed stats before ranking up; many settled for B or C.

"Tifa's beyond a fresh Level 2," Tione said. "Her strength, speed—everything's at the peak."

"Haha, true," Finn said, eyes on the mirror. 

"But I'm not shocked by Hestia's Familia anymore."

"You're numb from Orsted's antics," Gareth chuckled. 

"His brilliance feels normal now."

Tiona and Tione exchanged glances, nodding. 

Compared to Orsted's feats, S-rank melee members seemed plausible.

This reaction rippled through Orario's major and mid-tier Familias. 

Discerning observers, noting Hestia's strength, grew intrigued.

"What's with these mages?" Bete suddenly growled.

All eyes snapped to another divine mirror, widening in disbelief.

Elenoir, Eina, and Hestia's mages had entered Shreme Old Castle through the gap blasted by their combined magic. 

Though the wall guards were battered, some Apollo members recovered with elixirs. Spotting the mages, they attacked—but Elenoir and her team didn't counter with spells. 

Instead, they charged at breakneck speed, wielding magic staves like clubs, knocking out over a dozen Apollo members in one swing.

A lone Level 2 Apollo adventurer dodged, stunned.

"What the hell? Aren't you long-range mages? Level 1s?"

"How are you this fast and strong, one-shotting Level 1 melee fighters?"

Orario's spectators shared his confusion. 

The mages surrounded the Level 2, bludgeoning him unconscious with their staves, joining his fallen comrades.

"It's… satisfying, clubbing people like this," Eina said, eyeing her staff. 

"Maybe I should switch to melee."

Her words dumbfounded Orario further. 

A mage, enjoying melee and contemplating a career change?

"Hestia's Familia has a weird vibe," an adventurer muttered in a tavern, echoed by others across the city.

What mage clobbers melee fighters with a staff? Melee mages?

The absurdity united Orario's reactions in a chorus of bewilderment.

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