The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

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"Don't let it slip away if your heart is moved, huh…"

After Yoru and Hestia had left, Syr stood alone behind the counter, holding a tray, softly murmuring those words, lost in her thoughts.

"That's right. That kid really sees things clearly. If you like someone, then go for it without hesitation. If you're too scared to even try, then there's no point talking about anything else."

Just as Syr drifted deeper into her confusion, the burly proprietress appeared at her side without her noticing, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder and speaking in a heartfelt tone.

"Well, it's not like any of this has anything to do with me. I'm just a humble tavern waitress. Being able to stay here quietly and watch Lord Yoru from afar… that's enough for me."

"Is it… really enough?"

"Mm… yes, this is enough."

Syr nodded softly. Her smile was a bit strained as she turned and walked back into the kitchen.

"I'm going to get back to work, ma'am."

Elsewhere in the tavern, a female staff member who had been wiping down a table suddenly paused. The elf girl with long pointed ears raised her head to glance at Syr's retreating back, clenching the cloth in her hands. What she was thinking—no one could say.

By the time they left the tavern, it was already close to eleven at night.

Yoru and Hestia strolled leisurely down the now-empty street. The rain had stopped a while ago, and the moon had once again emerged from the clouds, casting beautiful silver light over the city.

It really was a romantic scene—walking side by side under the moonlight. If only we were holding hands… Hestia thought to herself, blushing as she covered her face.

She glanced up at Yoru, who was walking right beside her. Should I… reach out and take his hand?

Would that be too forward? I'm a goddess after all—shouldn't I be a little more reserved?

As she debated internally, she glanced up at Yoru again.

But unlike his usual peaceful and dependable expression, he now looked a little… distracted. Almost as if something was weighing on his mind.

"…Are you still thinking about Riveria?"

Her earlier joy and excitement faded into bitterness. Hestia asked the question in a complicated tone.

"Ah, sorry, Hestia. I've been neglecting you."

"W-what do you mean by 'neglecting'?! That's a weird way to put it, Yoru!"

Her cheeks turned red. That word—neglect—triggered all sorts of thoughts in her head.

But soon she realized he meant it in a familial, not romantic, sense.

"…Do you really like her that much? That Riveria… What's so great about her anyway?"

Hestia pouted, clearly displeased that another woman had stolen something that should have belonged to her.

"I don't really know. Maybe love is just something that defies explanation?"

Yoru chuckled softly. Even he found love at first sight ridiculous, but if someone asked him why he liked Riveria, he couldn't explain it either.

"Maybe I was drawn to that aura she has—that warm, gentle aura that seems to embrace everything. Like a mother's kindness."

He said it seriously. And Hestia's expression immediately turned strange.

"Yoru… don't tell me… you're a mommy-con?"

"Mommy-con? What's that?"

Yoru blinked in confusion, staring at her curiously. Hestia quickly waved her hands and laughed awkwardly.

"A-ahaha! Never mind, just kidding. We're home!"

In front of them stood their familiar, dilapidated church. Hestia gave a cheerful shout and ran inside.

Yoru watched her oddly energetic back, puzzled. She seems a bit off today…

Maybe it's my fault? Did I make her think I might leave her? But how could I leave her…?

She's the one who gave direction to my lost self in this world.

With that thought, he smiled gently and stepped inside the church as well.

"Ahhh… A mommy-con… Yoru's actually a mommy-con!"

"Calm down… calm down, Hestia. This doesn't mean you're out of the running. The aura of motherhood isn't exclusive to someone like Riveria."

Once safely inside the church and out of Yoru's line of sight, Hestia darted into the basement like a rabbit and leapt onto the bed.

Lying face-down on the mattress, she began to mutter to herself.

"If we're talking about maternal aura… then the chest is the most important part! That flat-chested elf can't even begin to compete with me!"

"Hmph! With this pair of ultimate secret weapons, how could that little pipsqueak elf ever stand a chance?!"

She was bursting with confidence.

To be fair, Riveria's figure was actually quite decent for a high elf—considering most elves were rather flat-chested. But even then, compared to Hestia's, the difference was still… significant.

Just as she was caught up in her own rambling, the door creaked open and Yoru stepped down into the basement.

He had been wondering why Hestia had run off so suddenly—and then disappeared the moment they got back.

"What's going on, Hestia? Why are you hiding in bed?"

Yoru asked with a bemused expression as he looked at the girl curled up on the bed.

"N-nothing! It's late already, so come on—let's sleep!"

She sat up with a strange smile and patted the bedding beside her, clearly inviting him to lie down next to her.

Wh-what's going on here?

Yoru tilted his head in confusion, sensing something was… off. He walked over hesitantly.

But the moment he got close, Hestia suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him down onto the bed.

"Come on, come on—sleep time! You can even snuggle up to me if you want!"

"C-can't… breathe… Hestia, what's gotten into you?"

Caught between laughter and panic, Yoru struggled as he was smothered by the unexpected "blessing" that had come his way.

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