Multiverse: In DanMachi, I'm the Strongest Summoner

The next morning, at 7 AM—

Today, Raven Eltharion woke up early—unlike usual, when he'd sleep until he naturally woke.

The goddess Hestia was still lying on top of him, sleeping soundly.

It seemed the blue-ribboned goddess slept quite still—she hadn't slipped off in the middle of the night.

The soft sensation on his chest made Raven smile contentedly.

This was the kind of life a transmigrator ought to have.

As everyone knew—

Gods had no reproductive ability. Even if they fell in love with mortals, they couldn't bear children.

As Raven enjoyed the goddess's skinship, he turned his head slightly.

His gaze fell on—

That breathtakingly beautiful face. The neck of the [Silent One - Alfia] was long and elegant like a swan's.

Raven moved one hand…

Reaching over, he gently touched her soft shoulder—and the plumpness hidden beneath it.

In that moment, Alfia opened her heterochromatic eyes but merely stared at the ceiling.

She didn't resist.

Her chest remained exposed to his touch, without protest.

"Good morning, Alfia," Raven greeted softly.

Alfia replied in a quiet voice, "Morning."

"Let's get up, then." Raven played around a bit more before pulling back his hand.

Today's goal was to explore the lower floors of the Dungeon—

And complete the commission given by Amid.

Then—

Raven gently lifted Hestia's arm from around his neck and slid her legs off his waist.

After getting dressed and washing up,

Alfia also donned her black cloak, a dark dress beneath it.

"All right, let's head out!" Raven stretched with a fresh sigh.

He loosened up his limbs and quietly slipped out of the room.

As for Hestia… she was still sprawled across the bed, snoring peacefully.

Arriving at West Main Street—

While passing by the Hostess of Fertility tavern,

He happened to run into Syr, who was at the door sweeping the café's outdoor tables.

"Good morning, Mister Raven." Syr paused and greeted him with a warm smile.

To spot Raven at a glance in the morning crowd—only she could manage that.

Raven stopped. "Good morning, Miss Syr."

At the moment, Alfia wasn't beside him but was shadowing him from a hidden distance.

Syr tilted her head. "Heading to the Dungeon this early?"

"Yep," Raven nodded.

"Didn't I promise that once I made some money, I'd come eat at your place?"

He paused and added, "I think I'll be able to stop by tonight."

"Really?" Syr's eyes lit up with joy. "Then I'll be waiting for your grand arrival tonight!"

"No problem," Raven grinned. "Well then, I'll be off—"

"…Wait!" Syr suddenly remembered something and called out, "Please wait a moment!"

She dropped the broom and dashed into the tavern.

After a moment—

Syr came back holding a pink bento box covered in heart patterns.

"Here, this is for you~~" Syr said bashfully, her eyes curving into happy crescents. "Mister Raven… you haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

Raven blinked.

He didn't expect to be treated this sweetly.

"Then… thank you." He accepted the bento without hesitation.

At that moment—

The tavern's proprietress and three other waitresses also stepped outside.

"Wow, I didn't expect him to look this sharp, nya~ So handsome, nya~"

"No wonder Syr's fallen for him, nya~"

Arnya stood with her hands on her hips, her long feline tail swaying side to side.

Arnya Fromel, formerly of the Freya Familia, a Level 4 adventurer.

A beastkin of the brown-haired catfolk, known as [Chariot's Shadow], and younger sister to Allen Fromel.

She was 22 years old—a cheerful, bubbly ditz whose singing could probably shatter stone.

Every sentence she spoke ended in "nya~".

She may seem clueless, but she was fiercely loyal to her friends.

Once, during a Dungeon expedition—

Arnya recklessly joined a deep-floor mission and nearly lost her life.

Allen was dragged into the chaos and suffered serious injuries.

Since then, Allen had chosen to cut ties and keep her far from combat.

Nine years ago, when Arnya was only 13, she left the Freya Familia—

And began working as a tavern waitress at the Hostess of Fertility, giving up the adventurer's path.

Back then, she was already Level 4!

…

Arnya's unfiltered comment turned Syr's cheeks red with embarrassment.

Raven glanced awkwardly at the uniformed women in front of him.

This catgirl…

What's with that weird "nya" speech?

"Hmm nya~…"

"This butt is real nice, nya~ Definitely top class, nya~"

Unnoticed—

Another catgirl waitress, Chloe, had snuck up behind Raven.

Bending forward curiously, she leaned in to inspect his backside.

What the hell?!

Raven jumped in shock and spun around instantly.

Is this some kind of pervert?!

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