She rushed over just then.
She threw her arms around Haimo's waist and rubbed her little face against him.
Haimo looked down at Enju Aihara and smiled helplessly.
"All right, don't wipe your tears and snot on my pants."
"Someone's treating us to a feast tonight, so save some room."
Haimo gently patted Enju Aihara's back, signaling for her to let go.
Then he turned to the others.
"Judging by the time, Hephaestus and the others should still be waiting at the Hostess of Fertility."
"Something just occurred to me. I need to stop by the Guild."
"Sort out the materials you brought back from the Dungeon and take a short rest."
"Once you're ready, head straight to the tavern. Don't wait for me. I'll meet you there when I'm done."
With that,
the somewhat heavy conversation came to an end.
Haimo pushed open the heavy black wrought-iron gates and stepped out of the Mansion.
The cool night breeze blew into his face, dispersing the slightly stuffy warmth of the hall.
It had long since grown completely dark, and the deep blue night hung over Orario like an enormous sheet of velvet.
Haimo walked down the street alone.
The rows of Magic Stone Lamps along the street had lit up one after another, casting warm yellow halos.
The intersection of West Street and North Street was a gathering place for upscale residences and bustling shops.
Even at this hour, the main road was still crowded.
Well-dressed merchants and potbellied Familia sponsors could be seen standing outside taverns and shops, talking grandly, with the occasional burst of unrestrained laughter.
Haimo's gaze swept casually over the upscale clothing stores along the street that were preparing to close, but his thoughts never stopped turning.
Now that he had heard the information Tsukuyo