Silence.
A deathly silence.
Even the chirping of insects outside the window seemed to have been frightened into silence by this shrill sound of a growling stomach.
In the imagination of most mortals, gods should be beings who sit high upon the clouds, drinking the wind and sipping dew, untouched by the mundane world.
Because they are supposed to be perfect, transcendent, and completely insulated from such low-level interests as physiological needs.
However.
Reality is often more absurd than fiction.
It can be said that when Hestia's face, filled with resentment, and that stomach, which had unceremoniously issued a thunderous protest, appeared before everyone.
The sound of their divine filter shattering rang out clearly in the hearts of Rin and the others.
It was probably a sound even crisper than breaking glass.
"..."
Heimdall stood outside the window, watching Hestia sprawled on the sofa, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
This guy...
"Good grief..."
Heimdall sighed helplessly, walked over, and pushed open the heavy oak door.
"Creeeeeak—"
The sound of the heavy door broke the deathly silence inside the house.
Heimdall stepped over the threshold, entered the room, and looked at the black and white blob on the sofa.
"I say, Hestia."
"You haven't left the house all day, have you?"
"I clearly left you a spare key."
Heimdall remembered very clearly that before leaving in the morning, he had specifically placed a brass key on the prominent cabinet in the entryway.
"Wooo..."
Hearing Heimdall's voice.
The corpse on the sofa finally reacted.
"I... I have no money..."
Three simple words.
Hestia exhausted all her bitterness.
But come to think of it, it made sense.
Heimdall raised an eyebrow.
This person had been mooching off the Hephaestus Familia base ever since she descended to the lower world, relying on them for food and shelter.
Although Hephaestus was generous, she wouldn't keep giving pocket money to Hestia, who only knew how to mooch food and drink every day.
However.
Just as everyone hadn't had time to express sympathy for this goddess.
"Sniff..."
"This scent..."
Hestia, who had originally been as limp as mud, suddenly twitched her small nose.
Then, sensing that something was wrong, she sprang up from the sofa.
Not even bothering to put on her shoes, she stepped barefoot on the floor.
"Sniff sniff!"
"This is..."
"Rye ale!"
"Sniff sniff!"
"And roasted meat! The kind of thick-cut steak that can only be grilled with high-quality charcoal!"
"Sniff sniff sniff!!"
"..."
Quiet.
This nose...
Isn't it a bit too sensitive?
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