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Recruiting Noah into the Familia seemed to have made Loki truly happy.
So, the moment the conversion was complete, this Goddess completely showed her true colors. She opened several bottles of wine in the room and actually started a banquet all by herself.
Before long, the smell of alcohol filled the entire room, making Lefiya and Riveria frown their pretty brows.
As pure and beautiful elves, Lefiya and Riveria disliked alcohol from the bottom of their hearts. Even when they drank, they would never drink too much. How could they be like Loki, opening several bottles at once?
But Loki did not care in the slightest, displaying the greatest trait of a Goddess who loved entertainment—willfulness.
Thus, everyone present was kept behind by Loki and, unwilling as they were, had no choice but to drink amid Loki's boisterous antics.
That drinking session nearly lasted until dark.
Only after the twilight in the sky began to fade was Loki's door roughly shoved open.
"I'm asking, are you people going to eat dinner or not?"
The one who spoke in such a rough and impolite tone as he walked in from outside was a strikingly handsome young werewolf with a lightning-shaped tattoo on his face.
He was none other than Bert, the final first-class adventurer of the Loki Familia.
Looking at this werewolf whom he had not seen in quite some time, Noah, whose shoulders were currently wrapped in Loki's arm and who had a bottle of wine stuffed into his hand, glanced over.
Although Hestia and Loki were practically at each other's throats, Loki admired Noah greatly and had never restricted the children in her Familia from associating with him. Noah