After everything Kisara Tendo had experienced, she had become a demon to her very core.
"She has her past."
Haimo's tone was calm. "But now, she's a Swordsman in my Familia."
"All right, all right~"
Seeing that Haimo was unwilling to say more, Loki tactfully refrained from pressing him.
As the God of Trickery, she knew when to stop.
"Fine, keep it to yourself, then."
Loki stretched luxuriously.
"But your growth is just ridiculous. That girl with the blade and that little blind girl actually reached Level 2 in just a few days and went down to the middle floors to tear monsters apart."
"They outright broke our little Ais's record for the fastest level-up. Even she took a blow from that."
"They're just talented and willing to push themselves hard enough."
Haimo looked at the intersection ahead.
As they spoke.
The two rounded a street corner and arrived at the busiest stretch of North Street.
Shops catering to Gods and the upper classes lined the area.
Loki stopped and looked up at a sign in front of her.
"We're here. This is the place."
Haimo followed her gaze.
It was a three-story building in an old-fashioned style, its outer walls inlaid with polished marble. Even the display windows were made of pure crystal glass.
Several outfits that looked expensive were displayed inside.
Loki stepped forward and pushed open the carved wooden door.
The brass bell on the door gave a clear chime.
"Welcome-"
Behind the counter, a slightly plump half-Dwarf shopkeeper was looking down, working an abacus.
Hearing the sound, he looked up with a broad smile.
When he recognized Loki and her signature red hair in particular, his smile grew even brighter, taking on a hint of flattery.
"Oh my, Lady Loki! What brings you to my humble