What are you talking about, you lecherous elf?

The next morning.

Ais awoke from her slumber.

She sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her gaze swept across the unfamiliar ceiling and room layout; after a brief moment of confusion, her memories slowly returned.

Right, this is the home of Thor.

Last night, she and Lefiya had come to participate in the night training session arranged by Thor.

She tried to recall the contents of her dream, but only a blur of light and shadow remained in her mind, like a painting soaked in water.

The only thing clear was an indescribable, warm, and satisfying aftertaste, as if she had had a very wonderful dream.

She looked around.

The conspicuous double bed was empty; Syr seemed to have already risen.

The bedding beside her, belonging to Lefiya, had also been tidied up and folded neatly.

It seemed she was the last one to wake up.

Ais did not delay, quickly tidying herself up before moving with agile motions to the ground floor.

As soon as she descended the stairs, the scene in the dining room came into view.

Thor sat at the head of the table, his expression as calm as usual, showing no signs of fatigue.

However, Lefiya and Bell, sitting on either side of him, were in a completely different state.

Lefiya sipped her hot soup in small mouthfuls, her movements sluggish, her eyes unfocused, and faint dark circles visible beneath them.

Bell was practically burying his face in the plate before him, his shoulders slightly slumped, looking as if he were forcing himself to stay awake.

A low, heavy aura permeated both of them; clearly, they had not received sufficient rest last night.

Ais looked at them, a flicker of slight confusion crossing her mind.

She felt full of energy, as if she had enjoyed the best sleep of her life.

Why did they look... so tired?

"Good morning, Ais." Syr's voice came from the kitchen.

Ais turned to look.

Syr was plating takeout food, and charred marks from a failed cooking attempt remained on the stove.

It seemed Syr was not skilled at cooking.

Unlike the other two, Syr was radiant, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, though it was unclear if she had had a good dream.

"Good morning, Syr." Ais responded politely.

She then turned to Thor: "Good morning, Thor."

Thor nodded in response, but the next second, he looked away somewhat unnaturally.

An inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

He recalled what he had encountered in Lefiya's dream last night...

That sense of immorality had now completely transformed into a sense of guilt.

And all of this was the fault of this lecherous elf!

Thor shot a fierce glare at Lefiya beside him.

Ais did not notice Thor's unnatural behavior.

She sat in the empty seat next to Lefiya at the dining table, subconsciously stretching her arms and letting out a comfortable hum through her nose.

"Mmm~"

It was this sound that made Lefiya jump up like a startled rabbit, and even Thor paused instinctively.

Ais looked at the suddenly standing Lefiya with a confused expression.

The way Lefiya looked at her was very strange—wanting to look but not daring to, her gaze darting away.

"Lefiya, you..."

"Ais!" Lefiya suddenly declared loudly, "I will work twice as hard! And I will protect you well in the dream—!"

Ais was even more confused, not understanding why Lefiya's dream involved her, or why she spoke of protecting her in a dream...

But she still said earnestly: "Mm, thank you, Lefiya."

Encouraged, Lefiya seemed to have shed some of the fatigue from last night's nightmare.

She had just sat down.

Thor suddenly spoke up: "Leiseia, help me get the soy sauce over there."

Lefiya froze, her eyes widening as she stared at Thor.

What did Thor just call me?

She thought she had misheard, hesitating as she handed over the soy sauce.

Thor thanked her again, "Thank you, Leiseia."

This time, Lefiya heard it clearly.

She slammed her hands on the table and stood up, her face turning so red it looked like it might drip blood.

"Th-Thor-sama, what did you just call me?"

Thor poured soy sauce over his fried egg and chuckled, "What's wrong, Leiseia? Did I call you by the wrong name? You lecherous elf."

He emphasized the word "lecherous" heavily.

Even the tips of Lefiya's pointed ears turned bright red.

She knew Thor was referring to what happened in her dream last night!

She panicked and retorted, "That's so cunning! You were clearly having a lot of fun last night too!"

Thor let out a cold snort, "Hmph, having fun? If someone hadn't been slacking off during training last night, would I have needed to draw out the 'fear' deep within your heart?"

Lefiya now wished she could crawl into a hole in the ground.

Ais watched the two of them and asked in confusion, "Fear?"

Thor wasn't afraid at all and prepared to explain, "Ais, actually, last night, when I was conducting dream training for Lefiya..."

"Ah!" Before he could finish, Lefiya shrieked, clamped her hand over Thor's mouth, and promised loudly, "Thor-sama, I was wrong! I will definitely train hard from now on! Really!"

Thor looked at the expression on Lefiya's face, which was on the verge of tears, and finally decided to let her off the hook.

He blinked, signaling that he wouldn't say anything else.

Only when Lefiya pulled her hand away did Thor say, "Don't let it happen again."

Lefiya let out a long sigh of relief and slumped back into her chair, looking like a survivor of a catastrophe.

Ais, however, was even more confused.

She didn't understand why Lefiya's dream training had anything to do with her, but Thor had mentioned "drawing out Lefiya's fear."

Is Lefiya afraid of me?

She looked at her own cold reflection in the teacup.

Would it be better if I... smiled more?

The chaos of the early morning soon ended.

Everyone prepared to head into the Dungeon for training as usual.

At the doorway, Syr handed the carefully prepared "bento" to the group.

Thor took the tightly wrapped box and sighed inwardly.

Syr's cooking... he had already witnessed it this morning.

That was legendary cuisine that increased one's individual endurance just by eating it.

"Take care~" Syr waved goodbye, her smile bright and charming.

Watching their figures disappear around the street corner, Syr turned and went back inside.

She glanced at the clock on the wall; there was still some time before she had to go to the shop.

She walked over to the sofa, picked up the pillow Thor had used the night before, and held it gently in her arms.

She lay down, burying her cheek deep into the soft fabric, greedily inhaling the lingering scent that belonged to Thor.

"Proving that I am the brightest star by your side? Thor-sama~"

Syr closed her eyes, feeling that cool, profound scent envelop her.

"I can't wait that long, you know."

She knew very well that when Thor was sober, he would never easily grant her wishes.

That restraint was like an invisible barrier; most of her persistence was unlikely to get a response.

What happened last night was already an unexpected harvest.

Soon, a thought emerged clearly in her mind.

As expected... it has to be Soma, after all. It would take Soma that could even intoxicate a god to satisfy her expectations.

She pondered.

In all of Orario, whose wine could be powerful enough to intoxicate even a Creator God?

I'm afraid only the divine wine brewed by the two wine gods, Soma and Dionysus, could accomplish that.

Thinking of this, a curve of certainty hooked the corners of Syr's mouth.

The target was clear.