With that said.
Loki chuckled and followed Haimo out of the Brewery.
164,
Lili's conversion was successfully processed, Miss Eina's concern. Sunlight filtered through the clouds and spilled onto the uneven stone paving of Daedalus Street. Haimo carried the unconscious Lili.
Behind him, dull thuds still drifted faintly from the [Soma Familia] compound as its lowest-ranking members beat one another to lick the Divine Wine left in the muddy water. No one dared step forward to stop them.
The Soma Familia members who normally dared to punch and kick Lili in the alleys all wished they could bury their faces in the dirt.
In Orario, where strength reigned supreme, the weak's fear of the strong was etched into their bones. With both hands behind her head, Loki hummed an unfamiliar tune and walked jauntily beside Haimo.
As one of Orario's foremost gods, she naturally enjoyed being the center of attention. However.
Loki also knew perfectly well.
Most of the wary looks these people cast their way today were not directed at her.
"Say, Haimo."
Loki tilted her head, glanced at the pitifully scrawny Pallum girl in Haimo's arms, and clicked her tongue.
"You really found yourself a treasure this time."
"With Divine Wine as pure as that stuff Soma made, never mind a little Level 1 squirt like her-even my adorable Ais would probably be flat on the ground for half a day if she took an unsuspecting gulp."
"This little girl gritted her teeth and kept that desire from swallowing her whole."
"That sheer grit. Tsk, tsk."
Loki's opinion of Lili could hardly have been higher. As a goddess, she had seen more souls than there were stones on the ground.
The more a soul had struggled in the mire, the rarer it was if it could kindle an