"Grrrrrr!!!!"
This time.
Even without Tsukuyo Inaba reminding them.
Everyone could clearly hear that sound.
Moreover.
It was a shrill, drawn-out sound, filled with a desperate accusation.
It even echoed.
It came from the open window on the villa's first floor.
It sounded...
A little like some monster driven frantic by hunger.
"Over there!"
Sasamori Aya took the lead and walked straight over.
She abruptly poked her head forward to look through the window.
Then.
She froze.
"What's wrong? Is there a monster?!"
Onigawara Rin followed close behind, asking nervously.
"Uh..."
Sasamori Aya stepped aside, her face utterly speechless.
There.
In that spacious, luxurious living room.
On that soft, expensive sofa worth a small fortune.
A petite figure.
Lay sprawled on her back.
Her black twin tails drooped limply onto the floor.
Her signature white dress was all wrinkled, too.
Most importantly.
The source of that thunderous roar.
Was none other than that petite figure's little belly.
At that moment.
Hestia, whom everyone had forgotten for an entire day, lay slumped on the sofa, staring tearfully at the ceiling.
"Fried Potato Balls..."
"Red bean buns..."
"Haimo..."
"Why aren't you back yet, you jerk..."
"Your goddess is going to starve to death..."
As Hestia complained.
Her stomach.
Cooperated perfectly.
"Grrrrrr-"
"..."
At that point.
Outside the window.
There was silence.
Chapter 65: Hestia Didn't Want to Work, and Empress Sasamori Aya Couldn't Wait.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Even the chirping insects outside the window seemed to have been frightened into silence by that shrill stomach growl.
In the imaginations of most mortals, gods were beings who sat high among the clouds, living on wind and dew, untouched by worldly needs.
For they ought to be perfect, transcendent, and entirely divorced from such base concerns as bodily needs.
However.
Reality was often more