Multiverse: In DanMachi, I'm the Strongest Summoner

"Hahaha, you really know how to flatter."

Raven Eltharion chuckled with a soft laugh.

"I'm not joking. I mean it,"

Airmid replied, her eyes hazy with affection.

…

"Esteemed guests, thank you for attending this evening!"

At that moment—

A powerful, commanding voice echoed through the banquet hall.

Everyone present turned their gaze toward the same direction.

That included Raven.

The god himself had arrived.

He wore a laurel crown adorned with green leaves—his signature feature.

By his side stood Daphne, Cassandra, and Hyacinthus.

"Tonight, I took the liberty of changing the banquet's format."

"I hope everyone finds it pleasing?"

"To dress up your beloved children and bring them along—"

"Isn't that fun and exciting?"

Apollo, the host, spoke with loud confidence.

"How unique!"

"Apollo, this idea was brilliant!"

"I love the atmosphere!"

"…"

The more sociable gods cheered enthusiastically.

"I'm truly glad to see so many fellow deities and their children gathered."

"I have a feeling… tonight, many new encounters will blossom."

With that—

Apollo's gaze swept across the guests and finally landed on Raven's side.

"The night is still young—everyone, please enjoy it to the fullest."

With those words,

Apollo spread his arms wide.

"Shall we have a drink?"

Airmid offered him a glass of wine.

"Sure."

Raven shifted his attention and accepted the drink.

Their glasses clinked gently, producing a clear chime.

They each took a small sip.

"Will you… come find me again tonight?"

Airmid suddenly asked, her eyes shimmering with hopeful anticipation.

Raven thought for a moment and replied,

"I could."

"But probably a little later."

"How's the Falna update working out for you?"

"H-Honestly? It's incredible."

"All five of my stats have reached C-rank."

Raven blinked, a little surprised—his mouth twitching slightly.

In other words, they were all over 600.

"I see. Then let's try to raise them all the way to S-rank next."

He smiled warmly.

"Okay!"

Airmid responded with bright anticipation.

While the two chatted...

"Raven-kun, come with me!"

"I want to introduce you to some of my divine friends."

Hestia suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him off toward a few friendly-looking goddesses.

Raven smiled wryly but followed along and had a lively conversation with them all.

Two hours later…

Raven slipped away to the balcony and exhaled a quiet sigh.

From somewhere within the spacious venue, a gentle melody drifted through the air.

Guests in the hall had begun waltzing to the music.

"Raven, would you care to dance with me?"

Naaza suddenly appeared and extended an invitation.

Raven hesitated for a moment.

Dancing?

Waltz?

He didn't know how.

If he messed up, wouldn't he just embarrass himself?

Then Mikoto walked over as well.

"Raven, would you honor me with a dance?"

Meanwhile…

Two other refined girls stood silently by the wall—

The puppet princess and the doll-like maiden.

Damn…

"I'm really sorry—I can't dance at all."

He had no choice but to gently decline.

"But… chatting, I'm fine with."

"Then, Raven, are you free tomorrow?"

Naaza asked.

Raven shook his head.

"No, not tomorrow. The day after."

"But what's it about?"

Naaza thought for a moment, then smiled softly.

"The day after works too."

"I want to ask for your help with a commission."

"I need materials from some Blue Phoenix Butterfly wings."

"I'll pay you, of course."

"No problem."

Raven figured it wouldn't be that difficult.

Then—

He chatted a bit more with Mikoto about trivial things before returning to the banquet hall.

"Everyone, I hope you're enjoying the party."

The host, Apollo, returned to the stage, his voice loud and clear.

The waltz had stopped.

"I'm glad to see everyone enjoying themselves."

"That's what makes this event meaningful."

The guests began gathering naturally, forming a circle around Apollo.

After some pleasantries—

His tone suddenly changed, and his lips curled into a sly smile as he looked toward Hestia.

"Hestia, I hear your child's been quite… active lately?"

"Your dear child left mine heavily injured, after all."

"I believe some compensation is in order."

Hestia pretended to be outraged.

"What nonsense!"

"My Raven-kun wasn't even that rough!"

As for paying money?

Absolutely out of the question.

"Then let me show you my poor, wounded child."

Apollo snapped his fingers.

A small figure limped over, wobbling as he walked with a cane.

"Ow! It hurts! It huuurts~~"

The short-statured Luan appeared, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, crying pitifully.

Raven nearly lost his composure.

This guy's acting was even more dramatic than his own.

"Wasn't it your child who struck first?"

"I have witnesses. Don't try to play dumb."

"And besides…"

"I heard your child challenged mine to a War Game?"

"No! My Raven-kun was probably just joking!"

Hestia, acting for the first time, was clearly nervous.

But it wasn't too big a problem.

Apollo smirked wickedly.

"Alright then."

"Since my familia member was injured, I can't just let this go."

"This concerns the pride of my familia."

"Hestia, you're not planning to admit fault, are you?"

"In that case, I'll grant your child's wish."

"I hereby officially propose—"

A War Game.

A battle between Familias, fought according to established rules.

Like a chess match where the pieces are the Familia members.

In other words—

A proxy war between gods.

The victor gains total authority over the defeated.

They can seize everything the losers own and even issue absolute commands.

"Are you serious?"

Hestia asked with uncertainty.

"What do you think?"

Apollo grinned devilishly.

"…Fine. I accept your challenge."

Hestia responded with resolve, her voice firm and unwavering.

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