She wanted to interject, only to discover that she had absolutely nothing to contribute to their conversation.
That feeling of being excluded sent the goddess's sense of crisis soaring!!!
"Hey..."
Hestia hooked a finger around the edge of Haimo's sleeve.
Haimo stopped and turned his head.
His gaze lowered.
Hestia was looking up at him, his reflection mirrored in her blue eyes.
Her cheeks were slightly puffed, her lips pressed into a straight line, and her brows knitted together.
Her gaze kept shifting between Haimo and the varied group of girls behind him.
"Haimo, are we going to the Guild?"
Hestia asked, her voice carrying little actual uncertainty and instead revealing an awkward desire for attention.
After all.
Although Haimo had been walking ahead of them the whole way, his attention always seemed to be on what was happening behind him.
The sense of crisis at being neglected had left the goddess a little unable to keep her composure.
"Yes."
Haimo nodded, showing no impatience at Hestia's little gesture.
He naturally reached out and straightened her slightly crooked blue ribbon.
"I'll take them to register first."
"After all, without the Guild's certification, a lot of things would be inconvenient."
"Whether it's entering the Dungeon or exchanging loot, that identification tag is essential."
At that point.
Haimo paused and turned, sweeping his gaze over the surrounding streets.
It was evening, and people filled Orario's streets.
The passing Adventurers, whether humans carrying greatswords or demi-humans with animal ears, all found their eyes lingering on the group.
It wasn't just because of the group's sheer size.
It was also because of the faces among them.
Sasamori Aya's undisguised murderous aura.
The Five Swords' distinctive armaments.
And Seitenshi's exquisite formal dress, so out of place among Adventurers.
Those gazes held surprise, curiosity, wariness, and