Multiverse: In DanMachi, I'm the Strongest Summoner

—Ais Wallenstein

She wore a pale green gown, and her expression showed clear signs of bashfulness.

Raven Eltharion's eyes widened slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through them.

Wait a second...

Had the Loki Familia already returned from their expedition?

After doing a mental count—

It had been about a week.

Which meant...

The timeline of the original story had officially begun.

No—

Actually, things weren't quite following the canon sequence.

He had already messed up the plot progression too much.

Raven sighed softly at the thought.

"When did you get here?"

"You appeared out of nowhere. So invisible you scared me," Hestia shot back.

"Shut up, idiot."

"If you want to complain, go yell at that lewd cow Freya."

"I made such a dramatic entrance to the banquet, and that damn busty woman stole all the spotlight!"

"Damn it! Ais and I didn't even get a proper reveal!"

Loki grit her teeth, fuming with clenched fists.

"Have some pride, will you? Blaming others like that?"

"And what's with that outfit?"

"You wearing a dress would've made you look flat, so now you're in a suit, huh?"

Hestia gave her a pointed glance, eyeing Loki's maroon men's suit with mocking amusement.

"Idiot. The star tonight is my Ais-tan."

"Can't you even tell that much, shorty?"

…

While the two goddesses kept bickering,

Raven let out a faint chuckle and walked toward the girl standing still—Ais.

Her light green gown featured a low-cut back and chest, exposing her slender shoulders.

The dress was adorned with delicate embroidery and embellishments.

She wore long black satin gloves that reached her arms, and a sparkling emerald pendant dangled around her graceful neck.

Dressed like a noble princess, Ais lowered her head slightly as Raven approached.

She shuffled shyly, her cheeks growing even redder.

She looked incredibly bashful.

"When did you return?"

Raven asked gently.

His gaze momentarily drifted to the curves of her gown-wrapped figure—

Then trailed to her cinched waist and the flare of her skirt.

Ais looked up just as he raised his eyes, and their gazes met.

After a moment of gathering courage—

"Tonight…"

Her soft, pink lips parted slightly. Her dazed expression was adorably cute.

"Is that so?"

Raven raised an eyebrow in amusement.

He didn't press her about the expedition. Truthfully…

The Loki Familia had encountered the exact same situation as in the original.

Upon reaching the 51st Floor of the Dungeon—

They were ambushed by a horde of yellow-green worm monsters that poured out of the tunnels.

The onslaught destroyed all the supplies they'd brought with them.

It forced the Braver Finn to order a full retreat to the surface.

"Mm…"

"Raven, congratulations on your new title."

Ais offered her blessings.

She was genuinely curious about how he had managed to level up in a single day—

Breaking her record for the fastest level-up in history.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

Ais asked softly.

"For what?"

Raven tilted his head slightly.

He already had plans with Ryuu tomorrow night—so his evening was booked.

"How about lunchtime? Would that work?"

Ais's clear golden eyes looked directly at him.

"Sure."

Raven nodded.

As long as their schedules didn't overlap, he didn't mind.

"Also…"

"Ais, you look really beautiful tonight."

"…And you look very handsome."

Ais blushed and whispered sweetly.

"Then, how about we meet at Central Plaza tomorrow at noon?"

"Alright."

Raven gave a gentle nod in return.

Just as he was about to ask about Riveria—

A voice interrupted from a different direction.

"Loki, Demeter, Hestia—so you're all gathered here?"

A lean figure with a crescent-eyed smile approached—it was Dionysus.

Beside him walked a cold, dignified elven woman—

—The White Priestess, Filvis.

"Yo, Dionysus, you're here too?"

Loki paused her argument.

Her eyes now turned toward the refined male god who had arrived.

His poise was flawless, and his smile radiated calm authority.

Raven also looked at this "gentle" old fox of a god—

But didn't say much.

Instead, he gently took Hestia's hand and led her out to the balcony.

"If Apollo asks whether I was serious about the War Game—"

"Just tell him I was joking. Act like you don't know anything."

"But if he insists on challenging us to a War Game, then accept it."

"Got it."

Hestia nodded, understanding his intent.

After all…

Fame and fortune must come together.

To the public, their Hestia Familia seemed like a weak, bottom-tier group.

So they needed to act like one.

They couldn't afford to look stronger than Apollo's faction.

That way—

Apollo would be the one to propose the War Game.

And once they won—

The Hestia Familia would reap both glory and rewards.

"Oh yeah, Raven-kun~ Let's go grab something tasty to eat."

"Sure."

Back in the banquet hall—

Members of the Apollo Familia, dressed in uniform, were working as servers.

Each looked quite busy.

As they reached the buffet tables—

Raven casually picked up a plate of roasted meat and began eating slowly.

His gaze wandered as he scanned the hall.

"Raven…"

A gentle voice called out to him.

He turned toward it—

And was met with the elegant presence of the Saint of the Battlefield.

"Airmid?"

"That white dress looks…"

"Mm. Very nice."

"Your entire aura feels refreshed."

Raven complimented her between bites.

After all, every girl—deep down—wants to be praised by someone they care about.

Airmid was no exception.

At his words—

The doll-like beauty's face lit up with a sweet smile.

"Mmm…"

"You're the most handsome man here tonight."

Her cheeks blushed as she sang her praise in a soft, melodious tone.

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