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Chapter 265: The Man of Deep Sin
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 03:56:12 +0000 UTCAt Orario’s renowned tavern — The Benevolent Mistress — usually bustling, today’s atmosphere was even more fervent than usual. Figures filled every corner.
This was because the Loki Familia, one of Orario’s top guilds, had just concluded its expedition, and a celebratory banquet was being held here.
“Ais-san hasn’t arrived yet.”
At the large central table, the orange-haired, blue-eyed elf girl Lefiya murmured restlessly as she watched the food gradually pile up.
“Lefiya, Ais will probably forget the time due to the silver-haired guy’s training. With her personality, she’ll definitely come, just a bit late. Just wait.”
Hearing this, Tiona, sitting beside her, giggled and said instantly.
“Ugh…”
However, this made Lefiya even more dejected. Her ears drooped slightly, and she let out an unwilling whimper. During this expedition, she had tried to develop an extraordinary relationship with Ais. Unfortunately, Ais’s mind was half-filled with monster hunting and training, leaving little opportunity. After the expedition ended, Ais immediately stayed with her number one love rival, Blake. Lefiya had no chance to intervene; she was simply too passive.
“Uh, Lefiya, what’s wrong?”
Seeing Lefiya’s dejection deepen despite her persuasion, the lively Tiona awkwardly asked.
“Tiona, don’t ask so many questions.”
To this, her more mature sister, Tione, quickly stopped her.
“Lefiya, don’t overthink things.”
Ais’s guardian, Riveria — whom Loki jokingly called “Ais’s mom” — shook her head and spoke. She was arguably the clearest about Ais’s relationship with Blake and Ais’s emotional changes. The same applied to Lefiya, her junior. However, she didn’t intend to interfere in their relationships. Perhaps Ais could find true happiness with Blake.
As for Bete, he clicked his tongue in displeasure, drinking his liquor sullenly, looking like a defeated dog in life. However, ever since being defeated by Blake, Bete had stopped clamoring that power decides everything, which made many members of the Loki Familia grateful to Blake. After all, those words had provoked many.
“I understand… Ais-san!”
Hearing this, Lefiya composed herself. Just as she forced a smile and was about to speak, four figures walked in from outside. She exclaimed instantly, with joy mixed with complexity.
“Hmm?”
Her words caught everyone’s attention. There, Hestia held Blake’s arm, flanked by Ais and Lili, as they entered the tavern, forming a peculiar sight that overshadowed all others.
In an instant, Syr, Ryu, and the other waitresses smiled. It had been a long time since they had seen this handsome, humorous, powerful, and renowned silver-haired young man.
The Loki Familia’s reactions varied.
“Yo, little goddess, I clearly invited only the boy Blake, yet you shamelessly tagged along. How disgraceful.”
Loki stood up next, sneering at Hestia.
“Hmph, you’re the little one, aren’t you?! I just brought my Familia to eat. Who’s attending your celebration banquet? You’re flattering yourself.”
Hearing this, Hestia’s brows furrowed. She released Blake’s arm, stepped forward, placed her hands on her hips, lifted her head, and puffed out her chest proudly.
“You!”
Seeing Hestia bring up her chest again, Loki’s expression stiffened instantly. She looked at Hestia’s prominent bosom with envy.
“Let’s sit down first.”
Seeing this familiar déjà vu, Blake shook his head helplessly. Surely, Loki and Hestia together were a powder keg ready to explode.
“Three guests, please take a seat here.”
At that moment, Syr appeared perfectly in front of Blake, smiling warmly. Yet for some reason, Syr’s eyes were as warm as water, tinged with red, and her fair face was redder than usual.
“Mm.”
Looking at the still captivating waitress before him, Blake nodded with a smile and pulled the bickering Hestia to a specially reserved table, where they sat.
Ais sat between Lefiya and Riveria.
“Guest, what would you like to order?”
Holding a notepad, Syr’s flushed face looked at Blake as she spoke with a slight tremor.
“The usual.”
Blake looked at Syr in surprise, then smiled.
“Mm, I understand, please wait a moment.”
With a charming smile and a nod, Syr went to the counter to speak with Aunt Mia.
Strange. How does Syr have an “eye” like Freya’s that can see through souls? It’s not as crazy as Freya’s, but very clear and pure.
Glancing at Syr’s figure, that subtle twist, like an uncomfortable absolute domain reflecting a crimson, almost post-climax expression, Blake raised an eyebrow. Before, his strength wasn’t enough to notice this. Now, however, Syr’s abnormality was clear to him.
As Blake pondered, Ryu, working nearby, also noticed Syr’s unusual state, her usually cool face showing puzzlement.
Subsequently, Syr quickly went upstairs under Blake’s strange gaze. Her walking posture was a bit odd.
No way...
Noticing faint moisture between Syr’s legs, Blake’s lips twitched involuntarily.
“Blake, your guidance of Ais’s sword skills during this expedition saved our Familia members from serious injury. I am truly grateful for that. Thank you for your continued instruction of Ais.”
Just then, Finn approached Blake with a glass of wine, speaking sincerely.
“Thank you, young man Blake!”
Tiona also chimed in.
“It’s nothing. I was just purely instructing Ais.”
Hearing this, Blake shifted attention from Syr’s “climax” to Finn. He poured a glass of wine, clinked it with Finn’s, and spoke calmly.
“Even so, it’s undeniable that you helped us.”
After finishing his drink, Finn said magnanimously.
“Since Captain Finn says so, I’ll accept this gratitude.”
Hearing Finn’s and the surrounding Loki Familia’s genuine thanks, Blake smiled slightly and nodded. Indeed, such a warm and personal Familia made him feel pleasant.
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