Hestia's Archenemy

The gods had keen eyes, honed by the passage of countless years.

After questioning them earlier, Hephaestus could tell that neither Wood nor Bell had lied to her.

The only thing puzzling Hephaestus now was where Hestia had found these two boys.

She had already seen Bell. The fact that he could stand firm under her divine pressure showed that he was an impressive child with considerable potential.

Though they were roughly the same age, Wood's performance, in Hephaestus's eyes, was practically monstrous.

His strength aside—that was something she couldn't yet judge.

But the fact that he could resist her divine pressure without even changing his expression showed that Wood had a remarkably strong mind.

And the fact that he could see why she had done it showed that he was clever, too.

A child who was young, talented, and clever had lived in Orario all these years without anyone noticing him, only for Hestia to stumble upon him in that way. It was absurd.

Especially when Hephaestus learned that Wood, like Bell, had applied to join several Familias and been rejected by them all before meeting Hestia by chance. For a while, Hephaestus was convinced that Hestia herself was the real Goddess of Luck!

"Looks like we can't leave recruiting new members entirely to the kids in our Familias from now on."

After learning how everything had unfolded, Hephaestus couldn't help but remark on it.

As a goddess who had lived for over a hundred million years, Hephaestus had seen her share of human heroes and geniuses in the age of the gods.

To be honest, there were plenty of Adventurers in Orario these days, but compared to the human heroes of the mythological age, they were far inferior.

Yet the two boys she had personally tested today—so Hestia