The box was set down steadily beside the Obsidian Round Table.
Loki poked her head out from behind and leaned toward Hestia, who was being scolded by Hephaestus, grinning as she mocked her.
"Oh my, little bean, it's only been a few days, and the fat on your belly is almost catching up with those two lumps on your chest."
"Huh?!!"
"Who are you calling a little bean, you shriveled, flat-chested woman!"
Hearing her old rival's provocation, Hestia forgot all about the pain. She immediately broke free of Hephaestus's clutches and lunged at Loki, clawing at the air.
Hestia and Loki instantly tangled together in the hall.
Tsubaki rested her chin in her hand, watching with relish.
Hephaestus stood to one side, helplessly holding her forehead.
Haimo was helpless, too.
Rin and the others were away.
Judging by the time and their pace, they had probably already descended quite a few floors.
At the same time.
The view pierced through the deep layers of earth.
Straight into the endless abyss beneath Orario.
The seventeenth floor of the Dungeon.
Inside a vast, dim cavern.
The ground consisted of uneven bedrock.
The surroundings were unusually quiet.
Whoosh!
Kisara Tendo flicked her wrist.
The pitch-black Demon Sword in her hand traced a perfect fan-shaped afterimage through the air.
The blood staining its blade flew off.
It splashed onto the dry, hard rock with a faint sizzle.
Her black hair lifted in the breeze.
Kisara Tendo wore a pure white sleeveless training top. The snug fabric tapered at her waist, outlining her flat stomach without a trace of excess fat, and below it, black training pants traced breathtakingly rounded curves.
Several meters behind Kisara Tendo.
Two enormous Minotaurs, over two meters tall and covered in bulging muscles, stood frozen in place.
The hefty